Chapter 167 - 167 Distraction

When I stretch myself out and I'm immediately aware of his absence in the bed.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I spy him sat on the chaise lounge, bending down.

Oh no!

I lay back down as quietly as I possibly can and shut my eyes. He might not have noticed I've awake if I'm lucky.

After a few silent moments, I feel the bed dip, but I keep my eyes firmly shut, silently begging him to leave me alone.

An age of me pretending to be asleep passes by and he still hasn't nudged me, so I cautiously open my eyes and find his eyes pools of delight staring down at me.

Then I groan, very loudly, as I watch the semblance of a small smile tickle his lips. I flip myself over onto my front and cover my head with a pillow, then hear him laugh as the pillow is whipped from my head and I'm turned over onto my back.

"Good morning beautiful." he chirps, and I screw my face up in disgust at his cheery, break of dawn happiness.

"Please no don't make me runs again," I plead, pulling my most solemn face.

"You better get up," He grabs my hand with his good one and pulls me into a sitting position.

Then I make a big display of m.o.a.ning in repulsion at his idea of starting the day, and then nearly start crying when he presents me with the freshly laundered running kit that he, so generously, bought me.

"Feng Teng, can we just cuddle? I ask.

'"Please..." I beg.

He hoofs me off the bed and draws my lace knickers down my legs before tapping my ankles to lift.

"This good for your body," he states firmly.

Only goo for you, not for me at all. He runs stupid distances on a daily basis. I'm more of a quick few miles girl when I feel the need to shift a few pounds.

"Hey! Are you trying to tell me something?" I narrow my eyes on his crouched form before me.

He rolls his eyes and signals for me to lift my foot so he can get me into my knickers.

"Stop it lady. If anything, you're too slim at the moment." he scolds me.

He's right, yes I am.

Then I let him dress me in my shorts, vest top and trainers.

"This is torture," I grumble.

"Go brush your teeth." He slaps my bum, and I head off into the bathroom, dragging my feet and rolling my head back to make a point of my disgruntled mood.

I clean my teeth, locate a hair bobble from my bag and make my way down the stairs to find him at the front door waiting for me.

"I'm just a hindrance." I m.o.a.n as I scr.a.p.e my hair into a ponytail.

He'll be much quicker without me, and I'll get an extra hour and a half in bed.

"I'll never do the full fourteen." He says.

He takes my hand and leads me out of the penthouse and into the elevator.

"You'll never be a hindrance to me, I like having you with me." He punches in his code and we descend to the foyer. I love being with him too, but not at five in the morning and running around Shanghai city.

"And you need to get that code changed." I remind him.

He looks at me, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I could slap him for being so wide awake and alert. 

"Nagger," he mouths, and it's at that point I elect not to remind him again.

We emerge into the dawn sunlight to birds chirping and the hum of the delivery motorcycle the same sounds I recognise from my previous punishing pre-dawn torture session.

I start to stretch before any instruction from Feng Teng, and he smiles as he watches me, at the same time carrying out his own muscle sweep.

Here I want to be a grump, but he is just too delicious in his black shorts and tight, white vest, his hair a dishevelled mess on his head and his morning stubble at just the right length.

"Ready?" I chirp, as I bounce off toward the pedestrian gates. I punch in the exit code and start jogging towards the road.

Now I feel better already.

"Just think," he muses, as he joins my side and we start running steadily together.

"We can do this together every morning." He say.

I cough on a sharp inhale of air.

Seriously? Fourteen miles every morning?

I don't think so, the mad bastard.

We jog at a steady pace, and I'm reminded of the relaxing advantages of running at this time of the day.

It really is a very peaceful and mind cleansing. I glance up at my beautiful man every now and again in the hope that he is at least displaying some sign of fatigue.

Of course, I'm sorely disappointed each time. He's like a machine. I make a mental note to have my iPod ready for the next time he heaves me out of bed at this God-forsaken hour.

We hit Zhongshan Park and the early morning runners come into view, all women, who start faffing with their running vests and straightening their backs.

Oh yes. How many of them time their runs just right?

Feng Teng puts his hand up to many of them as they smile brightly and bash their fake lashes at him. I want to throw up or trip them up.

Are the fancy earphones and bum bags with pouches of energy shots loaded into them really necessary?

When I feel his eyes on me, and I know he is checking to see how I'm doing. Yes,I feel okay, as it happens, but if he increases his pace, then it might be a different story.

We conquer The Lake Park and make our way onto the mountain before the lake, passing the point at which I collapsed the last time. I glance across to the spot where I sat every morning, picking at the grass and soaking up the dew through my trousers.

I can see myself there, a pasty, a half-complete woman.

"Hey."

I snap from my daydream and look up at him, finding a concerned face. I'm sure he can read my thoughts.

"I'm fine," I puff, shaking my head and giving him a reassuring smile.

Then I shake off my sad thoughts and mentally applaud myself. I'm going to do this. I feel Feng Teng elbow nudge me, and I glance up to see a look of recognition to my achievement on his non-sweaty face, but then I do a quick calculation in my head and figure that we're probably two-thirds gone.

At the thought of at least another four and a half miles, I hit the proverbial runner's wall...again. My lungs seem to drain off all air and my body starts burning up along with them.

I'm not going to make this. I battle on for a few hundred yards and then enter the park at the next entrance, dramatically collapsing on the damp grass...again.

Heave valuable air into my scorching lungs and pant like a dog on heat. I must look like I'm having an asthma attack. I watch through my slightly blurred vision as Feng Teng approaches me and stands over me. I shield my eyes from the low morning sun and get my focus on him.

"Hey, I did better than last time." I splutter between dragging in long, wheezy breaths.

He smiles.

"Yes. You did, baby." He drops to his knees beside me and lifts my leg, rubbing firm, slow circles into my calf muscle.

It has me groaning and him laughing.

"And I'm proud of you. Give it a few days and you'll fly through it." He says.

What?

My eyes bulge under my closed lids.

If I had enough breath, I would cough in disgust.

Has he ever heard of the term, baby steps?

I lay on the grass as he works for his magic hands on every burning muscle. I could lie here all day, but all too soon, he pulls me up into a sitting position and waves a twenty under my nose.

"Wei Lin. I came prepared. Coffee?" He nods past me, and I look to see a cafe over the road.

I could kiss him. I throw my arms around him in gratitude for his forward-thinking. I've been rubbed back to life, and now I get a morning coffee.

The run was worth it. He laughs and stands with me still wrapped around his neck.

"Stretch your legs first," he demands softly, unlinking my arms from him.

I comply immediately, remembering the last time he told me to stretch after our run. I didn't. I was too busy being distracted by his unreasonable demand to have my work constantly.

As a result, I spent all day drawing my foot up to my backside to try and alleviate some of the aching. He stands and watches me as I see through my muscle stretches.

He looks so happy, his eyes twinkling, his frown line nowhere to be seen.

"Now, come on." He takes my hand and we stroll over to the cafe, we getting served super quick due to the early hour.

I'm so hungry, but if I eat anything I'm only going to load my body back up with the calories I've just burned off.

Everything smells so fresh and yummy, though.

"Do you want anything to eat?" he asks.

He must have seen me staring longingly at the pastries.

"No." I answer quickly, dragging my eyes away from the mouthwatering temptations in the glass cabinet.

He smiles and wraps his palm around the back of my neck, pulling me into him and resting his lips on my forehead before turning his attention back to the swooning sales clerk.

"A cappuccino, extra shot, no chocolate, a strong black coffee and two chocolate ch.i.p.s muffins, please." He smiles brightly at the young girl, who giggles nervously.

He returns his eyes to me.

"You go and find a seat." He orders.

"Didn't I said I wasn't hungry?" I ask.

"You'll eat. End of." He cut the further.

I shake my head at him, but don't argue.

Instead, I find a window seat and flop down in the leather couch. What a perfect way to start the day, ten miles run aside.

My mind starts drifting to his plea for me to go to The Anniversary party.

"Dreaming?" He asks.

I pull my eyes from the lush of the park across the road to him. I smile a really unconvincing smile. I feel depressed and slightly inadequate all of a sudden.

And really, really bitter resentful and consumed with jealousy. He's attract so many women out there and I hate it.

He eyes me suspiciously while arranging the coffees and muffins on the table before ridding himself of the tray and taking a seat opposite me. I start picking at the top of my muffin as I stir my coffee. I know he's watching me, but I can't seem to muster up the strength to appear fine. I'm not.

We haven't even talked about the things happen at the Mansion. We haven't talked about anything yet, really.

"Hey, sorry I'm not coming to the party," I say to my cappuccino.

"Yes, I love you so much, but I really can't do that yet," I add the last bit in the hope of softening the blow.

But my Lord doesn't take no so well, not from me, anyway.

After a few silent moments pass, I glance up to establish what expression his handsome face is displaying.

There's no rage or scowl, but his frown line has jumped into position and he is chewing his bottom lip, which tells me this is really important to him. If he hits me with another statement as he did during our tub talk last night, I'll cry.

"It's not going to happen things like that again," he says quietly.

"How do you mean?" I ask on a frown.

How does he know how I think it will be?

He takes a sip of his coffee and sets it down on the table before shifting forward in his chair and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Has the mansion ever given you the impression of a serial killer space?" He asks.

"No," I admit. 

"Don't worry the won't be any executed held there because there's always go through rule before executing term," He says.

Rules?

"What do you mean by rules?" I'm frowning again.

He grins that roguish grin and pops a chunk of muffin in his mouth, chewing it purposely slowly and watching me as I writhed under his potent gaze.

"Let's talk about it next time," he states firmly.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because we are in the middle of breakfast and there a temptress too," His tone is husky and determined, and I can't help the small smile tickling the corners of my mouth.

He has just cranked up his s.e.x.u.a.l magnetism tenfold. I could jump him.

"Okay," I take the first real mouthful of my muffin, immensely satisfied by his response.

We watch each other for a short while, him running his index finger across his bottom lip, me marvelling at how damn s.e.xy he looks doing just that.

"You'll come after I tell you the rules right?" he asks, instead of demands.

He is being really rather reasonable for.

"Please," he adds hopefully on a pout.

Oh, I just can't refuse his pout.

"Hmm, that's only because I love you," I say.

His pout transforms into a killer smile, and I pool on the couch.

"Can you please say it again?" He pleads.

'What?" I frown.

"Tell me you love me again." He says.

"Yes, I really do." I shrug.

"Hmm. I love you." I say.

He grins. 'I know you do. I love hearing you say it.' He raises his glorious body slowly and puts his hand out to me. I take it, falling into his chest when he tugs a little. 'If you had kept running, we would be at home by now and I would be lost inside you.'

I mentally kick my running loser arse all over the coffee house. I should have kept going. It's a fifteen-minute taxi ride to the penthouse and I'm gagging for an encore to my morning workout.

He drops a long lingering kiss on my lips and then proceeds to toss me onto his shoulder and stride out to the street.

I catch a glimpse of the young girl who served Feng Teng, looking longingly at me being carted out over the shoulder of my Adonis.

I smile to myself.

This is what every woman wants, and I have it. No one is taking him away from me, so if I have to go to the stupid anniversary party just to fight off the pack of lions waiting to sink their claws into him, then I will.

I'll trample.

I'm tossed in a taxi and subjected to a torturous journey home. I can see the obvious solid, iron length under Feng Teng shorts, and I'm fidgeting to try and dispel the buzzing hijacking me between my thighs.

"Morning, Mi Ke," Feng Teng says urgently as he pulls me along behind him.

It's a good job I have trainers on; he may as well be sprinting.

He doesn't slow up when Mi Ke calls his hello.

He bundles me into the elevator, smashes his code into the keypad and pins me against the mirrored wall, attacking my mouth hungrily.

"Babe I might have to make love to you before my run in future," he growls into my mouth.

His primal tone has me falling to pieces under his hard body. My hands are fisted in his hair and pressing his mouth close to mine, our tongues urgently battling in our mouths.

This is going to be a shock and awe moment. We are way past sleepy cuddle territory and if those elevator doors don't open soon, it might be right here in the lift.

The doors slide open as if hearing my thoughts, and I'm walked out into the penthouse foyer backwards, our mouths remaining fused and our tongues relentlessly duelling. I don't know how he manages it, but he gets the door open without breaking our contact and I'm having my sweaty running kit ripped from my body before the door is closed.

He wants in quick which is absolutely fine by me. That was the longest taxi ride I've ever endured. I kick my trainers off as he yanks my shorts down my legs, and I start pulling his vest up over his head. I'm released from his mouth for the few seconds it takes me to get his vest past his face before his mouth is crashing back to mine again and he's walking forward, directing my backwards steps towards the wall by the front door.

He turns me around.

"On your knees, put your hands on the wall." he spits urgently, and I waste no time following through on his command while he rids himself of his trainers and shorts.

I drop to my knees and spread my palms on the cool paint, panting and impatient. He grabs my h.i.p.s tightly, and I jerk under his hold, but he doesn't ease up. He pulls my h.i.p.s back slightly, knees my legs apart and positions himself behind me.

"Don't come until I say now. Understand?" He orders.

I nod and clench my eyes shut to try and ready myself for the onslaught of power that I'm about to welcome into my body. I should know by now that when he is like this, no amount of mental psyching up can prepare me for him.

When I feeling the head of his buddy pushing at my entrance and as soon as he's levelled it up, he pounds forward on a garbled yell. He gives me no breathing space to adjust or accept him. He immediately yanks me back onto him and begins to piston in and out of me ruthlessly. He's a man of possessed.

Holy f.u.c.k.i.n.g shit!

My eyes fly open in shock and I shift my hands on the wall, desperately trying to steady myself as he continues to wildly buck into me.

"Oh, God!" I scream around the delightful invasion of my body.

"You knew this would be harder," he barks, smashing on.

"Don't you dare to come." He warns.

I try and focus on anything but the immense, fast acc.u.mulation of pressure that's building up in my groin, but he's relentless and barbaric strikes are not helping my desperate situation. I won't be able to hold out for long at this riotous rate.

"F.u.c.k!" he roars frenziedly.

"You.totally.drive.me.crazy!" He punctuates each word with a hard, sharp thrust.

I'm sweating more now than I did on my ten-mile run. His hands slide up my back from my h.i.p.s to grip onto my shoulders and my head rolls back under his warm, firm hold. I'm delirious with pleasure.

The telltale signs of him tensing travels through his arms, straight to my shoulders. I'm relieved. I'm past the point of return, but I can't fully let go until I get the okay.

What the hell would he do if I defied him and gave in to my demanding release, anyway?

He continues to buck and slap against me and on an ear-piercing roar, he slams into me with such force, tears stab at my eyes. He stills and leans against my back, pushing me forward onto the wall, circling his h.i.p.s deeply.

I'm buzzing, my body tinkering on the edge. He reaches up and grabs my ponytail, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder, moving his damaged hand around my front to the inside of my thigh.

He pulls my hair so my face turns into his, my hazy vision met with dark eyes.

"Now," he demands, softly sliding his finger down the centre of my core and sweeping his tongue through my mouth.

His words and his touch-trigger a shift of pressure in my groin that seizes me from every angle, and I explode on a stretched out, blissful m.o.a.n into his mouth.

I go limp. I sag in his hold and let him softly message me through my climax.

"You are godly knight," I mumble against his mouth, moving my hands from the wall to link around the back of his neck.

I feel his grin against lips.

"You're so lucky." He states.

"You're an arrogant ass!" I say.

He slips out of me and turns me around in his arms. I manoeuvre with him, draping my arms back around his neck.

"Your arrogant knight loves you so f.u.c.k.i.n.g much." He showers my sweaty face with kisses.

"Your arrogant knight wants to spend the rest of his life smothering you with his love and his body forever," He stands us up, dragging me with him.

I'm delighted, but I'm also ignoring the small part of my brain that is trying to remind me that with his love and body, also comes Mr Challenging control freak.

"What's the time now?" I ask around his morning, stubbled face.

"I don't know." He carries on with his smothering, and I start walking backwards towards the kitchen so I can get a look at the clock.

He follows, still wrapped around me and still dropping kisses all over me.

I catch a glimpse of the cooker clock.

"Shit! I'm late!" I cursed.

"Hey! Watch your f.u.c.k.i.n.g mouth lady!" He scolds.

I wriggle free of his hold and start running towards the stairs.

"It's a quarter to eight!" I yell as I take the stairs two at a time.

Where has the time gone? My arrogant knight is too much of a distraction. I'm going to be super late today. I throw myself in the shower and make quick work of ridding my body of sweat and c.u.m. I'm frantically rinsing my hair when I feel Feng Teng hands slide over my wet stomach. I wipe my eyes and find him towering over me with his dirty, roguish grin spread across his beautiful face.

"Don't," I warn.

Now I'm not going being distracted by him anymore. He pouts and works for his hands up to my shoulders, yanking me forward onto his mouth.

"Seriously, I'm going to be late," I argued feebly, trying to fight off the budding craving as he teases my lips with his.

"Now, I want to make an appointment," he says, licking my bottom lip, pushing his groin into my stomach.

"For what? Another round? No appointment necessary." I quip, trying to pull away from him.

He growls and yanks me back.

"Mouth! I already told you, I don't need to make an appointment to make love to you. I do that whenever and wherever I please." He rubs his groin back into me, and it's now I know that I have to escape before I'm swallowed up again.

"Stop it! I've got to go." I duck out of his hold and hastily leave him in the shower alone, his sulking like a schoolboy.

He just had me, although I could go again too. But I need to be more professional. I brush my teeth and make my way into the bedroom, sitting myself in front of the floor-length mirror with my make-up bag and hairdryer. I commence a fast blast dry, quickly pin it up and start applying my make-up.

Feng Teng then walks out of the bathroom, gloriously n.a.k.e.d and unashamed.

I scowl at his n.a.k.e.d back, dragging my eyes away to continue with my make-up.

Shit! I'm almost being distracted again.