Chapter 168 - 168 My Adonis

"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 attracts 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.