Wesley pressed Blair against the wall and put his hands there as well. She was boxed in, with his hands on either side of her head.
He lowered his head, leaned in, and said in a low voice, "You want me to act like this, huh?"
"Wh-what?" she stammered. His face was inches away from hers. She caught a whiff of some scent or other; it smelled like grass—it must be his shower gel. There was no electricity, and Blair's phone was the only source of light. It shed enough light for her to see his waist.
Romance was in the air, there in the bedroom. Her heart raced, her mind running wild with visions.
'You've shown me what you want, so I'll play along.' A scornful smile flashed across Wesley's face.
Before Blair knew it, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips, sending her into a blissful trance. The brush of his lips against hers was everything she imagined it to be—gentle, passionate, perfect.
Blair widened her eyes, not knowing how to respond. His kiss was demanding yet soft. She felt like hundreds of fireworks had exploded simultaneously in her mind.
She remembered a song all of a sudden—Jane Zhang's "Finally I Have You."
One line from that song in particular said, "Finally I have you. I'm glad I never gave up."
And that song was so perfect, describing exactly what she was feeling. She was ecstatic that he finally showed his feelings for her. She had worked hard for his love—she deserved it.
She was so moved her eyes reddened from tears. She closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe and cradled his neck, kissing him back. She poured every bit of her heart and soul, her hopes and dreams into that kiss.
After what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell of her apartment rang, breaking rudely into the couple's romantic moment.
Wesley let her go and regarded the girl in his arms. Blair was finally able to breathe again, her face as red as a ripe tomato. She broke free from him, moving to open the door for Talbot.
Before she could leave her bedroom, Wesley pulled her back and pressed her against the wall again. "I've seen so many women like you. Kabedon, kisses…That's what you want, right?"
He sounded so sarcastic the color drained from her face. He'd been messing with her again.
Of course Wesley saw it, but he didn't care. Ignoring the doorbell, he continued, "You watch too much TV! That stuff you see in the dramas? That's not real. No wonder I don't really like women. Now that I've given you what you want, leave me alone. Quit bothering me."
'Bothering him?
So he thinks I'm a pest, ' Blair thought bitterly.
Wesley thought she would give up, but to his surprise, she wiped away her tears and retorted stubbornly, "No, you're wrong. I want more. I want everything." She pointed to the bed beside them.
Rage could be seen in his dark eyes. 'She's never going to change her mind!'
"Tell me, how did you feel when we were kissing? Did you want me as much as I wanted you? Did you feel the love?" Blair asked as she pushed him away from her.
In the beam of her phone's light, she looked at his crotch. "Mr. Li, actions speak louder than words. Oh God! Why am I in love with a coward? A coward who can't even admit how he feels!" she mocked.
Wesley pulled a long face. This was the first time he had been called a coward. By a woman!
The phone in his pocket rang. Ignoring that, Wesley grabbed Blair's wrist, scooped her up in his arms and threw her roughly on the bed. She was grateful that the bed had this much spring to it.
"Trying to get me to fuck you?" he mocked.
One of Blair's slippers fell to the floor, and she kicked away the other one. She sat up and answered, "I know I can't trick you into anything. But I'm telling the truth. You ARE a coward!"
Blair heard a definitive sound, a click.
That was the sound of a belt being unbuckled. 'Wesley?' she thought.
Blair suddenly had a bad feeling about it. She wanted to grab her phone and throw a little light on the situation. But before she could do that, she was pressed against the bed by his strong body.
Wesley fished out his ringing phone and pressed the green button to answer it. "Keep the candles and catch a cab back home," he ordered.
He didn't even bother to wait for Talbot to reply. He hung up the phone right away.
Standing outside the apartment, Talbot looked at his phone and the candles.
'Are they in there? Why not open the door?' he thought, baffled.
Wesley turned off the flashlight on Blair's phone. Suddenly, the room was bathed in darkness, making it all the more enticing when they felt each other's hot breath. Her heart was pounding like it would burst through her chest, her eyes wide. 'Is he really going to sleep with me?'
"Oh, Wesley!" she called out and pinched his biceps.
Wesley tossed their phones away and grabbed her both hands. "Why not call me 'dear Wesley'? Girls like to call me that." His voice was low and sexy.
Blair opened her mouth wide. 'He's so hot!' "Dear Wesley," she called out in a sweet voice.
Wesley swallowed hard. 'She's easier than I thought. Damn! Her voice turns me on!'
"Shut up!" he ordered in a harsh voice.
"You asked me to say it! And now you're telling me to shut up. You're really rude!" Blair pouted her mouth, complaining.
She had known for a long time that Wesley was kind of a jerk. She was just flirting with him.
Wesley, of course, knew himself well. "Yes, I am. You should've figured that out by now, before kissing me," he spat. While he was speaking, he couldn't help but touch her soft lips with his rough fingers
Blair felt like lightning bolts were shooting through her, this sweet tingling in her heart, her body trembling. Wesley held her waist and warned in a low voice, "Don't move."
Her scent made him lose his cool.
His body was heavy on hers, and Blair was suffocating. "Get away from me… Mmmph…" Her lips were blocked again.
Just as Blair thought Wesley was going to make love to her right here and now, he suddenly stopped. Holding back all his emotions, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Scared?"
"Mmm Hmm…" Blair nodded. No one had ever done what Wesley just did to her.
Wesley was done with it. "I don't think it's a good idea to come around anymore. I don't really want a woman in my life, as a friend or lover. I'm a soldier, and I have no time for any of that."
Blair bit her lips, body shaking. After she heard what he said, she bit his shoulder hard.
She wanted to make it hurt, so she bit down with all her might.
Wesley clenched his teeth, refusing to make a sound.
Blair felt like she was biting a brick. Wesley didn't respond at all. Instead, she felt her teeth aching.
When she let go, Wesley left the bed and the apartment.
The sad woman heard the door to her apartment close. She didn't move or do anything else, other than sit there and think, miserable.
She had planned to get a hotel room, but there was no need. The electricity came back on about a half hour after he left.
