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
A man sat silently in front of a bay window. Although he seemed to be watching the bustle of tipsy people along the street, he was actually focused on the sound of incessant footsteps he heard coming from upstairs. She's still clearly furious, Shèngli thought. He could tell by the way her feet were being pounded violently on the old parquet floor, the way wardrobe doors were being forced open, and things were being slammed from side to side. He imagined that if he had tried to talk to Claire at that moment, she would have been able to throw the heavy wrought-iron bed at him. In the end, they hadn't exchanged a single word. After ending the call with her family, the only interaction they'd managed to have had was two loud slaps and a knee in a rather sensitive spot. Then nothing. Claire had ignored him for the rest of the afternoon, leaving Lizzie to deal with the closing after informing her that she had a severe migraine and w
The following day Shèngli got up with a severe headache. Hearing no noise from the next room, he went downstairs, expecting to find Claire in the kitchen. He entered the large, brightly lit room but saw no sign of his hostess. He tried to look in the living room; she was not there either. With a strong sense of unease, he looked out the front door; the two new security guards got out of the dark sedan parked outside the house. Shèngli approached them. "Has Miss Carter left yet?" He asked them. "No, Mr. Lin. We came to relieve our colleagues at 06:00 and have not moved since." The younger of the two replied. Shèngli re-entered the house and started calling her loudly. There was no answer. Agitation was taking over. With a cat-like sprint, he climbed the few steps leading upstairs. He opened the door to Claire's room. Everything seemed to be in order, everything was in place, and the bed had been made. Then, however, a strong suspicion crept int
WARNING The following chapter contains explicit sex scenes and is therefore not suitable for underage audiences. Adam, coming out of the bathroom, heard Shàng Wèi's baritone voice talking on the phone. The tone of voice was caressing, almost intimate. Who is he talking to? He asked himself suspiciously. A strange feeling struck him in the pit of his stomach. Was it suspicion or jealousy he felt? He headed for the living room, trying to muffle the sound of his footsteps as much as possible; he wanted to be able to eavesdrop on some shred of that conversation. "You should have warned me at once." He heard Shàng Wèi say. It was strange that he had picked up his mobile phone again just as he had walked away. After making a couple of calls the previous evening, he'd turned it off and abandoned it on the kitchen table. Shàng Wèi hadn't used it for anything, saying he was afraid of being tapped h
Adam woke up around 3 a.m.; it had taken all the stamina he had to knock Shàng Wèi out. He felt somewhat debilitated, but he had a mission to accomplish. First, he checked that the man lying next to him was fast asleep, then went back into the living room. His mobile phone lay on the floor near the window. Shàng Wèi must have dropped it during the first assault. Adam picked it up and typed in the pin code. Fortunately, he had managed to peek at it the morning they had gone to Kan Te. Of course, he looked at the messages and e-mails first, but nothing was strange or shocking. The address book didn't seem to contain any alarming numbers either. All he had to do was look at the call log. The last number that had called him had an area code of +44, the British legend. It certainly wasn't the number of the security agency he had reached the day before, nor was it Shéngli's because the numbers didn't match. Who else could have called there? Whose unknown nu
"Dad, when are you going to make the announcement? There are a lot of things to set up and people to warn. We have to hurry. Poor Maylin is living like a soul in pain." Jia Li's petulant voice interrupted Ming Chun Chu's musings, intent on reviewing the bad contract he held in his hands for the umpteenth time. For many days now, he had shut himself away in his old study to avoid his daughter's complaints and his grandchildren's despotic attitudes. He had no peace at work either, having to constantly correct the mistakes of his incompetent son-in-law. Over the years, he had seen the thriving company that his father had painstakingly built up from a small workshop become weaker and weaker, to the benefit of younger, more economically attractive companies. He was too old to cope with all the technological gadgetry that seemed to have supplanted the dear old personal arrangements. Years ago, Chun Chu had hoped to fortify that precious inheritance