The rich smell of the Blue Mountain coffee from all the way to Jamaica, costing a bloody fortune, more than gold dust filled the villa.
But Su Yun's mind was lost in her own thoughts and her hands were shaking so bad that she could barely hold the spoon.
It wasn't the effects of high doses of caffeine. It was the aftershocks of her little episode with Ye Tian in the morning.
Her mind was like a broken record, replaying the scene from the bedroom over and over again.
She could still feel the weight of Ye Tian's body pressing her down into the mattress.
She could feel the heat of his body through her thin silk nightgown.
She could still feel his face buried deep in her cleavage.
She could still feel the hard bulge in his pants rubbing against her wet pussy.
'Shameless... I am so shameless,' Su Yun bit her lower lip. Her face was burning with shame.
She subconsciously squeezed her thighs together. The friction sent a jolt of electricity up her spine.
'Why am I still so wet? Damn it!'
Her hand moved down, as her fingers grazed her soft exposed skin. The dampness between her thighs wasn't drying up. If anything, her sweet juice was now dripping along her thighs.
She was a respected doctor, a lady of the high society, and the wife of a man who ran a multi-million yuan company.
Yet here she was, dripping like a bitch in heat just because a twenty-year-old boy had held her in his arms by mistake.
"Get a grip, Su Yun," she hissed, "He is a child. A patient."
"But God! He... he has the body of a dragon."
'It's not my fault,' she tried to justify herself, 'It's that bloody Ye Zhen's fault. If that frigid ice wanker wouldn't neglect me for years, I wouldn't be this desperate to feel it inside me.'
Yes! Ye Zhen, the husband.
Speaking of the devil, the husband right now was sitting at the table outside the kitchen, his face hidden behind the Jiangnan Financial Daily.
Compared to Ye Tian, he was the picture of a middle-aged decline; a bald head gleaming under the morning sun and a soft, plushy pot belly pushing against his expensive suit.
He looked intelligent, but mostly he looked like an arrogant, rich slob who preferred fine dining to fucking his wife.
'Look at him, dear reader. The man is sitting there checking the world turmoil, completely oblivious to the turmoil ten feet away.'
'His wife is gripping the counter, her knees buckling because her pussy is craving for another man.'
'You almost have to feel sorry for him…'
'Actually, no you don't. If you leave a meal like Su Yun starving, don't be surprised when she tries to fine-dine somewhere else.'
Finally Su Yun took a deep breath trying to compose her expressions with a mask of cold elegance, and walked out with breakfast and a silver coffee pot.
When she placed the breakfast on the table, Ye Zhen didn't look up. He didn't greet her good morning. He didn't compliment her beauty.
"Ye Zhen," Su Yun said, her voice tight, "Breakfast."
The newspaper in Ye Zhen's hand rustled, "Is the kid up?" He asked.
His voice was indifferent, flat. For him, Ye Tian was just 'the charity case.'
Su Yun poured the coffee, the dark liquid swirling in the porcelain cup, "His name is Ye Tian. It has been three months. Why do you still not like him?"
"Whatever," Ye Zhen shrugged, "Is he still sleeping?"
"No, he is up. But he had another nightmare." Su Yun told him.
Ye Zhen finally lowered the paper an inch, revealing eyes that were sharp and calculating. He let out a scoff filled with disdain.
"Nightmares," he muttered, picking up his cup, "He has been here for three months."
"A man should have a spine of steel. Crying in his sleep like a frightened woman... it's pathetic."
Su Yun's hand froze as she poured herself the coffee, "He has trauma, Ye Zhen. You saw his scars. He nearly died."
"And I paid for his treatment, didn't I?" Ye Zhen snapped, turning the page of his newspaper.
"I have already given him a roof. I am feeding him. Paying for the clothes on his body," Ye Zhen snapped, "What more do you want me to do?"
"Now he needs to stop acting like a cripple and make himself useful. If he fails this interview at the Lin Group today, I am kicking him out."
"I won't let him freeload in my house."
Freeload?
The word hung in the air.
Something inside Su Yun snapped. She looked at her husband, this man who commanded hundreds of employees, who possessed millions in assets, yet he hated a harmless young boy. Why?
"He is trying," Su Yun raised her voice as she argued back, "Why can't you show him a little compassion?"
"Compassion doesn't put rice in the bowl, Su Yun. Strength does." Ye Zhen dismissed her, his eyes turning back to a report about the Lin Group's stock rising, "You didn't bring the sugar cubes."
Without even looking at her, he ordered.
Su Yun stared at him. The resentment that had been bubbling in her heart for years began to mix with the strange, fiery energy Ye Tian had ignited in her earlier.
She needed to release it. She felt either a need to break something. Or... to feel something inside of her.
So, instead of going to get the sugar, she walked around the table.
Her wide hips swayed lasciviously that made the silk of her gown cling tightly to her damp skin. The strap slipped off her shoulder, exposing the pale, soft flesh that was practically begging to be kissed.
She finally stopped behind Ye Zhen's chair, looming over his bald spot.
"Forget the sugar, darling," she said in a husky voice.
She reached out, planting her hot hand on his shoulder. She traced the line of his expensive suit.
"Ye Zhen..."
She bent down, letting her hot, erratic breath wash over his ear. She pressed her massive, soft tits firmly against his back, letting him feel the weight of them through his suit. She wasn't hinting, it was a blatant invitation.
"Ye Tian will be gone for a while," she murmured, her hand sliding down his chest, "The maids are out. We have got the house to ourselves."
She rubbed her body against his, "It's been so long. Don't you want to... take me?"
Her hand slid under his gut, reaching for his belt buckle.
She was starving.
She needed his cock inside her to scrub away the feeling of Ye Tian from her mind.
She needed to overwrite the boy's body with her husband's familiar weight, to prove she was a loyal wife who could still find pleasure with her man.
But reality is a cruel bastard.
Ye Zhen didn't melt. Despite having a pair of heavy, soft breasts grinding against his back, his dick didn't even twitch. It stayed as limp as a wet noodle.
He reacted with the clinical efficiency of a man swatting away a fly.
His hand shot up in a swift motion, clamping around her wrist. His grip was strong and utterly rejecting. He stopped her hand inches from his crotch.
"Su Yun. Stop it," Ye Zhen said. He sounded bored, "This is not the time."
He pulled her hand away from his body and dropped it as if it were a dirty napkin.
Ye Zhen adjusted his tie, looking annoyed, "I have a meeting with the investors for the Green Park Residential Project."
"It's a hundred million yuan deal. I need to be sharp for the presentation."
"I cannot afford to drain my energy on... frivolities."
'Frivolities?' Su Yun froze at his words.
The heat in her body turned cold in an instant. Ye Zhen had poured cold water on her desires.
'Can you believe this guy? 'Frivolities.' He has got a wife dripping wet, begging to drain him dry, and he is more worried about saving his energy for a PowerPoint presentation. Fucking idiot I would say.'
But then her blood started to boil like a volcano.
"It is inconvenient," Ye Zhen said, finally looking at her. His eyes held zero lust. They held mild annoyance instead.
"Go take a cold shower if you are feeling restless. We can schedule something for the weekend. Maybe."
'Schedule something?'
'As if giving his wife a good fuck was the same as booking a dental appointment.'
'You know, looking at Su Yun standing there, humiliated and frustrated, you can't really blame her if she decides to seek a 'second opinion' from the young doctor upstairs, can you?'
Su Yun had thrown away her dignity, offered herself to him, and he had looked at her like she was an annoyance.
"Inconvenience..." Su Yun whispered, her voice trembling.
"Don't start a scene, Su Yun," Ye Zhen sighed, reaching for his coffee, "I need peace to…"
CLANG!
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