Not even the shower brought Adam any relief. On the contrary, he came out even more angry than before. He was about to wrap himself in a towel when he realized he was not alone. He was confronted by the cheeky gaze of Shàng Wèi, who was looking at him from head to toe with evident eagerness.
"I was waiting my turn," he said innocently.
In his right hand, he clutched a small duffel bag.
"How did you know you were going to stop?"
"I didn't. Let's just say that, after our last rendezvous, I thought it would be useful to have a change of clothes with me at all times."
Adam gave him a murderous look. He would have gladly hung it on the wall; instead, without a word, he headed for the wardrobe to find something comfortable to wear.
He quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and went into the living room to change.
With no way to do anything, he turned on the stereo. The sad notes of a love song wafted through the room. A perfec
Adam was convinced that if Claire had had the power to transport herself at that moment, she would have arrived like an avenging angel in his living room. The murderous look in her eyes and the clenched hands did not bode well. She was going to explode soon; Adam could feel it. "You...You sub-species of breathing being with no attributes and no heart. What are you doing with my brother? Get your ugly asshole face on..." "CLAIRE!" Her parents' warning call interrupted the string of insults, which the girl was ready to pour into Shàng Wèi's face. "What?" The latter raged. "I'm right. He shouldn't be there. He should stay away from Adam. Hasn't my brother suffered enough from the old man?" She ranted in one breath. It was clear she was upset to see him by her side. They all were. Adam could see it in their faces. All of them knew about the past relationship and the traumatic end to it. But his sister, unlike the others, had cried with him
Adam could see how nervous all those accusations made Shàng Wèi. His lips were tightened into a thin line, his jaw twitching and his gaze threatening. It was noticeable that he struggled to maintain some semblance of calm to not verbally attack his sister. "Claire, I can't understand all this animosity towards me. I can assure you that your grandfather did not order me to do anything; I have had no contact with him for several weeks." "Yes, of course, And should we believe you? You're not forgetting who Adam has to thank for being treated like a common sack of rubbish, are you?" "What?" "Stop playing the innocent. You may have tricked my brother. But it won't stick with me. You were the one who lured him to your house so that Maylin and your silly girlfriend would catch you. So you got rid of an inconvenient lover." Blurted Claire. "What? I didn't arrange anything. It was Adam who used me as an excuse to leave Beijing and run into the arms of
Shèngli froze instantly. He didn't think that revelation would come so soon. He wanted to confess it to Claire but in his own time. He wanted to be sure that she also reciprocated, at least in part, his feelings. Feelings that he had jealously guarded for seven years. The first time Shèngli had seen her, she was a petite chick, with two long braids and big eyes bordered by long eyelashes. She was wearing a shell-pink taffeta dress that harmonized perfectly with her bronze complexion. Not that she had been particularly friendly to him at the time, Claire had kicked him in the shin just because he had dared to touch one of her braids. However, in his defense, it had to be said that he was only ten at the time, and it was the first time he'd seen hair like hers, so he wanted to experience its softness of touch. But Claire had not liked the approach and had taken off running. He never saw her again after that. To remove him from the harmful influence of h
The same proud beauty as a few years earlier. Claire wore a light floral dress, emphasizing her long legs, slim waist, and high, full breasts. Her hair was styled in tiny braids in a ponytail, and two striking hoops adorned her small, pretty ears. Shèngli had entered without hesitation, mesmerized by the smile Claire was exchanging with the girl he had bumped. When he entered, she had turned to look at him, her gaze bright and the trace of that warm smile still on her mouth. It was a dream. She had welcomed him in a warm and friendly tone and asked him to take a seat wherever he wished. He chose a table not far from the counter so he could watch her closely. Shènglihad come back over the next few days. As soon as he had finished the courses he was attending at LSE, he would flock to her bookshop. The biggest problem was that he didn't know how to approach her; he felt like a clumsy teenager at first love. When he heard her railing against Shàng
WARNING This chapter contains scenes of explicit sex that are not suitable for audiences under the age of 18. After watching the faces of his loved ones disappear from the screen, Adam got up and went to sit back down on the sofa. His head tipped back, and one arm covering his eyes. Shàng Wèi was looking at him and couldn't help but feel worried. He sat down next to him, his body fully facing his, and made to caress his smooth jaw with a finger. "When did you decide to shave your beard?" Shàng Wèi asked him to relieve the tension. But he got no answer. Undeterred, he continued his slow glide over the smooth skin until he felt something strange with his fingers just below Adam's left ear. Looking closer, Shàng Wèi noticed that it looked like a small, healed cut; he hadn't noticed it before. "What is this?" he asked, touching up the spot. "The mark of a cut," Adam answered him, after momen
Shàng Wèi, in one swift move, opened the small wrapper, slipped on the condom and, in one swift move, entered Adam. To avoid hurting him, he waited until he was used to the intrusion, then resumed kissing him ardently, slowly beginning to move inside him. The first thrusts were gentle, he could feel the tightness of his shaft and he didn't want to hurt him. "More...more..." Adam began to plead with him, trying to grasp the point where their bodies were joined. Stimulated by the prayer, Shàng Wèi gave a vigorous push to reach his crux. A small scream escaped Adam's lips and a small tear escaped from his eyes; he collected it with his tongue, then returned to his abandoned lips. Large hands had trapped Adam's arms above his head and their kisses were interlocked in a sensual, unrestrained dance. The movements became faster, and their bodies were drenched in sweat. They were both gasping for oxygen, Adam was about to climax, but Shàng Wèi urged h
The first light of dawn filtered through the drawn curtains. The two people lying next to each other enjoyed the warmth of the blankets and the closeness of their bodies. However, only one of them was still fast asleep after the long night of training he had just experienced. Adam stared in amazement at the sleeping profile of Shàng Wèi. How had he fallen for that? Could it be that this man had the power to remove every last ounce of reasoning from his mind? When Adam had woken up a few moments earlier, he had found himself completely stuck to him. He looked like a koala attached to his cool torso. Too bad he wasn't a koala, and Shàng Wèi's body gave off a comforting warmth. Adam had let go of the intimate embrace very gently, afraid of waking him up. And then he had stood there, staring at his face with its distinct features. Even as a boy, Adam had spent entire nights studying every single detail of that face. Not that he didn't do i
"Well, look who's here." Someone had said in a dismissive tone, just behind Adam's back. Hearing that voice, Adam had felt a shiver run down his spine. He had turned with a feigned expression of carelessness to face the familiar voice. And found himself facing, in the flesh, the nightmare that had haunted his darkest dreams for the last few months. Not to feel inferior to him, Adam had stood up. Although he was tall and fit, he realized for the first time that Shàng Wèi surpassed him in both height and muscle mass. Considering that he had two equally well-built boys at his side, he felt slightly intimidated but no less combative. "Apparently, bad grass never dies." So he had said, looking at him mockingly. "What's with the grass?" The boy next to Shàng Wèi asked. "It's a Western expression." He had explained. "Ahhhh!" The young man replied with a not-so-bright expression. Although they were just talking, they had attrac