Chapter 194 - 194 Madam

This is a serious situation.

"Now listen to me, I'm not going leaving you. You need to trust me so you won't get that bad dreams again. Okay?" I try to reassure him.

"That's why you must always be honest with me everything part of your life so I don't have to torture to information out of you. It's exhausting, Feng Teng," I affirm.

"Babe, I'm sorry." He is guilty.

When I see his face, automatically I reach forward and pull him back between my thighs.

This is one of those moments, where I'm the strong one. They are becoming more frequent as I'm working out him. He might look tough outside but inside very fragile and insecure.

"Feng Teng. Have you had bad dreams kind like this before?" I ask firmly.

"NO." He accepts my hold and squeezes me tight to him.

"That's because you were drunk," I scoff at him.

"No, I am not a drunker!" He denied.

"Erm, I didn't say you were," I hold him tightly, feeling a little sad for him, but quietly pleased that he's opened up.

He is so powerful, confident and self-assured, but in deep of him if I ever make a little cracks over him, it becoming more obvious and come out to surface with could trigger his emotion during sleep.

Hmm, I wonder am the cause of it to cracks?

"Can I make you a breakfast now?" He pulls out from my clinch.

I nods,

"Please, so hungry," I says.

"What would you like to eat?" He asks.

I shrug.

"Erm. A bao?"

"Bao?" he asks questioningly.

I nod. It's six thirty in the morning. My stomach hasn't woken up yet.

"You should it vegetables in this early morning, not a bao," he mutters.

"No. I don't like it, to early for that," I say.

"No, it's not. You have to eat more because you're too thin." He releases me and goes to put some bao in the steamer.

I lower myself down from the island and take a seat on a stool to admire him as he faffs around the kitchen. I'm touched.

He openly admits he's not good at cooking so the fact he has offered to make me breakfast is quite pleasing.

Resting my elbows on the worktop, I sit my chin in my palms and study him.

So he even had a bad dream or nightmare.

Either or, though, he told me, and that must have been hard fo him.

He's a powerful man in S city, who was reduced to a covering mess by just having a bad dream.

I hope they are not frequent because it was horrible seeing him like that scared and vulnerable. And it made me hurt too.

I sigh to myself.

He looks as dashing as ever in this morning.

But he's not shaved, and I love the one-day stubble on him. He's hasn't got a full suit on, just black trousers and a blue shirt.

I might change my mind about lunch so he is forced to give me a sense reminder again.

Woah, am so hideous this lately.

I watch him gather the chopstick and plates and place everything in front of me on the island.

Then he goes back to the fridge, returning to sit next to me with milk. He wraps his lips around the milk glass and with it remaining white milk hanging out of his luscious mouth.

"What?" he mumbles.

"Are you a kid?" I flick my gaze to his luscious lips.

He swallows.

"No. I am a s.e.xy gown man babe. And anyway, why are you staring at me like that?"  He asks.

I shake my head and start eating my bao as he watches me.

"Nothing,"  I grumble to my bao.

I look up at him as I wrap my teeth around the corner.

He smiles.

"Is there something interesting on my face today? And why you look so tense?" He asks.

I gulp.

Shit! My face must look obviously to him.

"Hmm, maybe I was too tired, mhmm," I chomp on my bao.

"Eat your breakfast. So, what's got in your schedule today?" he asks nonchalantly as he dips his finger again.

I choke on my toast and he frowns.

Is he seriously wanted to know? I'm not telling him!

"Why so shocking about I wanting to know what you're going to be doing?' he pouts.

I swallow my bao.

"Don't mind it, maybe it's because I'm not in great mind state yet." I chew a bit more,

"And I'm grateful that you were genuinely interested in my job well and not thinking about implying my work client again." My voice is dripping with sarcasm.

"Babe, I am indeed genuinely interested in your day

"Grhh, I'll meet you at Times Square at one. And I've still got to inform SiSi that you're joining our girl's lunch date," I sneer at him.

"Nah. She won't mind as she does love me," he says confidently.

"That is because you had pouched her, that's why," I remind him.

"No, it is because she told me so." He's so smug.

"When?" I blurt.

"When we were out," He pushes my hair from my face.

"The night I showed you how to dance. The night you got completely drunk," He said.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, your ladies night out and you both got drunk." he mouths.

I scoff.

"Ohh, so she must have been drunk too. That's why," She wasn't as drunk as me, but that would be difficult.

She was well on her way, though not that it would matter. SiSi wouldn't tell anyone she liked them if she didn't, and she certainly wouldn't say she loves them, even if it is a term of endearment.

"Not just only that," He thrusts his milk glass under my nose.

I screw my face up and he smirks before licking the traces of mine on the glass.

"When then?" I ask casually, taking another bite of my bao.

He's doing this on purpose.

"When I bought her minivan," He tosses it in the air like he had known SiSi for a long time.

My jaw hits the marble counter.

Hmm. Excuse me, you bought her Limited Mini Van and of course, she would say that. Aigooo...

"Why did you buy her that van?"  I try to sound casual, but by the look on his face, I've failed.

He smiles.

"That is only our friendship things,"  He jumps up from the stool and chucks his empty glass into the sink.

"Babe, I've got to go," He says.

"Going where?" I blurt.

"Ishk, work leh," He winks at me, and I pool on the stool in a soppy mess.

He's in a good mood this morning, all roguish and playful. And I love him so much. He has become more cheerful and fun these days.

"I've decided that maybe lunch isn't such a good idea. I don't want SiSi to think we're joined at the hip." I turn away from him and carry on eating my next bao in the most biased manner I can muster.

Just then, ishk…It's hard when my man is bristling and snarling behind me.

He grabs me, and I squeal as he flips my around and walks me to the wall, pinning me under his delicious body with my bao still in my hand.

His eyes are uncertainty and I almost feel guilty... almost. I know what's coming…..

I fight to conceal the grin that's tickling the corners of my mouth as he bends, leans into me and rolls his h.i.p.s up so I get a full-on stroke at my core. I m.o.a.n in pure, sneaky satisfaction.

"You didn't mean that," he says, sliding his hand over my stomach, down towards the apex of my thighs.

"I meant it," I challenge, and then jerk as his thumb slips over my sensitive flesh.

Oh God, I will never get enough of him.

"Someone is got to be quick."  he muses, as he continues to ride me with his hand.

I sigh, savouring his talented touch working me.

"Mrs.Feng. Don't play a challenge with me," He withdraws his hand and steps back from me.

WHAT!

I want to yank him back and shove his hand down below.

What the hell is he playing at? I look at him, all what-the-hell, and he smirks at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm already late because I wanted to make sure you ate. If I knew you were going to play a challenge with me, I would have made love to you first and feed you after it," He steps in and makes a point of grinding his ever-loving h.i.p.s against me, as I m.o.a.ning in my ear.

"Lunch at one o'clock," he whispers before he bites into my half bao and pulls it away.

"Babe, I love you, every day," He looks at me with utter smugness.

"No, you don't." I snap.

"If you did, you wouldn't abandon me halfway to like this," I sulk.

He looks pissed.

"Babe. Don't ever question whether I love you or not. Because it'll make me mad." He warns.

I try and plaster an apologetic look on my face, but in my unexpected state, I'm struggling to calm and convince my brain to do anything else other than yanking him back into me and make him sort me out.  Because hate being hung like this.

I knew he's turned on, I can feel it.

How is he walking away this time?

But he has a really good train of restraining.

"Babe, I'm sorry. Have a nice day." His eyes soften as he leans down and rests his lips on my cheek.

"I bet I'm going to miss you like crazy, your touch is worked addicted to me." He stated before walk out through the door.

Yes, I know he will. But it's only six hours until our lunch date.

Hope he'll live well until there then.

Once I'm ready in my suit, I make my way down, clinking on my heels through the shoe closet as I delve through my bag for my sunglasses.

Then make my way down to the lobby.

"Morning, Wei Lin," I hear Mi Ke call to my back.

"Morning," I slip my shades on and emerge into the sunshine, coming to an abrupt halt when I spot Assitant Yu leaning against black Suv Merz.

Seriously?

Really?

Assistant Yu lifts his glasses up and shrugs his big shoulders at me.

Oh good, he thinks this is stupid too, but I need my car today so I can collect my stuff from SiSi after work.

I walk over.

"Hey Assitant Yu, I can drive to work myself," I say on a tired tone.

"I don't think you can, Mrs." he rumbles.

What's he talking about?

"Your car's being valeted." He shrugs again and slides behind the wheel. I swing around and see an army of men cleaning my car.

Oh, for God's sake. I drag my keys from my bag and find my car key missing.

Later, I will be explaining to Mr. President that snooping through a lady handbag and phone, come to think of it is bloody rude.

Why didn't he consult me on this? This is bad news. I should call SiSi.

So she'll take me. Then I dial her number directly;

"Hey, what's up Mrs Feng," She's chirpy.

"Hey, can you take me to  after work I need  to get my stuff at your place?" I spit my request out as fast as I can.

"Sure. Daling." She sounds great.

"Good, I see you for lunch. Oh, by the way, Feng Teng is joining us." I hang up and jump into the passenger seat at the back as Assistant Yu open it for me.

He is wearing his usual ensemble of black suit and black shirt. How he only wears a black suit? Does he only have that colour only in his closet?

"Don't you think that your boss is unreasonable and challenging as well?" I ask casually, flipping the visor down to put some lip gloss on.

"Yes, madam," he rumbles.

"But, as I said, he's only with you Madam." He stated.

I drop my hand into my lap and look over at Assistant Yu, who is tapping the steering wheel as usual.

"Madam?" I shock as I just aware of his sudden call change to me.