"This place is gorgeous!" I cried, standing in the foyer of Mr. Wang's home as I spin round with my arms extended out, "Oh my god, this is where I'll be living?"
"I'm glad you find it pleasing." Mr. Wang reply stiffly, gesturing me forward in the wide breadth of the living room.
I gaze around with a childlike wonder, as though it were my first time at a museum or gallery or something.
Mr. Wang glances around, trying to recall how he felt the first time he stepped onto the property. Mr. Wang had hired an interior design team to furnish the house, so very little was selected by him.
Though he couldn't remember how he had reacted that very first day in his new home, I am sure, it was absolutely nothing compared to how I appeared to be feeling right now. I romped from corner to corner of the living room, taking in the huge television hanging from the wall as well as the fireplace and the art.
Though I moved quickly at first, my perky pace slowed as if I suddenly found my legs made of lead. I turned suddenly to Mr. Wang, lips pursed and somber, "I don't have anything to offer you, you know."
"What do you mean?" Mr. Wang asked, frown twitching on his lips.
"All of these things… I've got nothing like this." I gesture towards the huge mahogany bookcase and I step closer, wringing my hands, "I don't have anything to contribute to your home while I'm here. I can barely even cook. I can clean, though! I'm a great duster and-"
Abruptly, Mr. Wang holds up a hand to cut me off, closing the distance between us until there were mere centimeters of air. I am sure Mr. Wang could feel my heart beating like a rabbit, my hands nervously balling up by my sides. Mr. Wang must be loving this reaction.
Mr. Wang mentally praises his good luck. He loves the way my chest rises and falls so quickly that my eyes get dazed. Mr. Wang slides his palm against my cheek, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.
He can feel the goosebumps rising on my flesh from the single touch of flesh on flesh. It stirs his core the way my lips part faintly, pink of my tongue just barely visible.
"Have I asked you for anything material?" Mr. Wang asks quietly.
"No, sir." I breath, leaning into his touch. My eyes stay locked on Mr. Wang. I can't imagine ever looking anywhere else. It makes Mr. Wang's blood run like fire through his veins.
"I asked you to pretend to be my fiancée." Mr. Wang continued, his hand sliding back around my neck, tangling in my hair roughly as a hiss of desire came from my mouth, "I asked you to give me complete control of you in every way until the deal is done."
My knees buckle, one of Mr. Wang's arms sweeping around my back to catch me before I fall. I'm limp as a rag doll in his arms, my entire body shaking.
"That is all I need from you. I need you to be at my beck and call whenever I wish. I need you to follow my demands. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir." I moan, my hips pressing slightly against Mr. Wang. I open my eyes once more and gaze at Mr. Wang, gaze brimming with so much desire that Mr. Wang almost caves in and rips away my clothing and threw me on his couch.
Somehow, he manages to remain stiff and rigid before me, though the carnal, animalistic instincts ricochet inside of him.
"It's not time for that yet. You still have more to learn." says Mr. Wang.
"Well, you two look like you're having a grand old time!" My Grandma wrapped in a towel with a shower cap half placed on her head walks through the living room, beaming at us with a crooked tooth smile, "Chunhua, dear, you didn't tell me we were moving!"
"I did, Grandma." I murmur, breaking away from Mr. Wang's hold as a blush pinked upon my cheeks.
I glance at Mr. Wang timidly, an apology unspoken on my lips.
"Chunhua, can't you help me find a shower in this place? I've been walking around this hotel for hours, I feel like." says Grandma.
Grandma ambled down another hall, her towel dropping to the floor behind her while I yelp.
"Of course!" I cry, though before grandma can step away Mr. Wang snags my wrists in his hands, pulling me backwards so my ass grinds against him as a moan gurgles in my throat.
"You'll owe me for the interruption." Mr. Wang growls in my ear, nipping at my earlobe while I shiver in his arms, "Her room is at the end of that hall. Ours are in the other. You have thirty minutes."
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