Gabby welcomed the demanding thrust of his tongue eagerly, she returned the hard, rough sucking.She pulled back but Tan pulled her in, his lips covering hers again. His hand lowered to her neck as he necklaces it. She slightly leaned into his palms. His erection jerked behind his zipper.Inhaling, he dipped his head, dragged his up the tendon that ran along the side of her neck."You are sure, you wouldn't regret this?". She shook her head. "Not doing this will leave me with regrets."He crushed his mouth into hers in an insatiable onslaught. It felt aggressive. Deadly.She opened for him without reluctance and he swimmer deeper,taking advantage of the opportunity. He tugged on her curls, hauling her head back. He left nothing untouched but he wasn't impressed, he wanted more.Her pulse heaved under his palm and sent excitement and lust running through him. Because it was all for him. She cupped her breast underneath her dress and kneaded then to lessen the pain. He held her arms and

Gabby knew what she and Tan shared the other night was just sex. The no strings attached kind of sex. She knew with firsthand experience about what it meant to expect more from Tan Lee. The last time she believed in forever with Tan she was left with nothing but a broken heart. Tan was always going to choose duty to his family every time and not that she blamed him; it was just that she wasn’t going to let herself be to delusional. She couldn’t help replaying everything that morning after Tan left her side. That morning she realized that if she let herself indulge in the moment with Tan and kept herself inside the bubble. The outcome would be just like last time. Then she got the call about her mother and if anything it was the shock she needed to wake up. She only had herself no other person had her back.She returned to New York not few days after she believed shed grieved enough for her mother. It was one of those she never wanted to revisit again. Even though her mother was at the

Tan was in his office the next morning. His had his chair turned to face the huge floor to ceiling windows in his office while basking in the warm sunlight enjoying the what-should-not-be-considered-soothing-but-is noise from the city. He had a lot of thing to do but he couldn’t help but indulge in musing over the night he had with Gabby. Waking up with her in his arms, he felt like he had just discovered a new kind of heaven. The way their bodies molded against each other creating the illusion that what they were feeling for each other was set in stone. Their relationship wasn’t defined yet, he wasn’t even sure if he could call it one, but Tan knew there was something that they shared and he wanted to enjoy this experience with her as long as he could have it because knowing his luck in life, their current situation might just end when he least expects it and shock them both. It wasn’t that he was trying to jinx himself; lord knows he already has enough share of bad luck, but it was

Going to his parents' millions of dollars 10 bedrooms and 11 bath extravagant house on a Saturday night was many items below the list of what Tan has hoped to do with his evening. He didn't know what he might have done in his past life but someone up there seemed to be having a good laugh in his regard. Even as he really could be anywhere else, he was here, parked in front of their house, dreading what he will meet if he were to go in. He would go inside eventually. For Gabby, he reminded himself as he reached for the flowers he threw carelessly at the back of the chair. White roses. Gabby loved those. It wanted to turn his car around and take them to her. He wouldn't do that though, instead he would pick them up and go in through the front door and be polite. He'd do that to protect her.When his mother called him earlier in the day, he'd known within him that she was calling to warn him. "I assume your father mentioned the dinner with the Parks to you?" more like threatened but who

Tan stared down into the glass of whiskey he had in his hand. No matter how deep or how long he stared into the brown liquid, he couldn't get the image of Gabby's face, the last time he saw her, out of his mind. He really messed this one up big time. The memory of Gabby flipping free his hand was engraved in his mind. At what point would the alcohol stop the memories from intruding his thoughts, he often wondered and even after downing shot after shot. Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up.He hurt her. He failed to protect her from his world. He made excuses instead of fixing his problems and in the end, she let go of his hand. He didn't blame her one bit. If he were her, he'd shut him out of his life too. Tan didn't think he would ever be able to get the look of hurt he saw on her face out of his mind. God, she hated him and she had every right to too