"I want to be alone with you. Dismiss your men, or we're done here," Patty said. There were two cops behind Wesley.
Thinking that Patty wouldn't be able to cause any problems he couldn't handle, he conceded.
When it was just the two of them in the cell, Patty said, "You know what I want. Sleep with me, and I'll give you all the dirt on my grandpa."
Wesley looked at her and said nothing. Another woman tried to pull this on him. Back then, he was happy about it. Not until now did he understand why. He fell for Blair a long time ago.
Only, he didn't know it then.
But hearing what Patty said, he was disgusted. His fingers tapping on the table, he replied coldly, "Don't want to talk? No problem. I have a lot of ways to make you talk. Some of them can be quite…persuasive."
Patty smiled bitterly. The room was silent for a bit. She still refused to confess. "Give up smoking?" she asked after a while.
"Yeah, I quit. I'm planning on having a baby," he said patiently. She didn't seem to be in a hurry to end her little game. Wesley didn't seem eager to leave, either.
"With her?"
"Yeah, she's my wife."
That hurt Patty deeply. "What do you see in her, anyway? She's just another pretty face. What does she have that I don't?"
'What do I see in Blair?' Wesley started thinking.
He had fallen for her in so many ways from their first meeting.
She was beautiful. But the point was, she was lovely, inside and out.
He still remembered how she introduced herself all those years ago. She had just moved into the apartment across from his. She didn't seem overly vain. Her face might get dirty, and she wouldn't even know.
When she did realize it, she looked into the wall of the elevator and tried to get the smear off her face, but she only made it worse.
There were times when she was afraid, but she stubbornly pretended to be strong and fearless.
Like that time in the library. He remembered how pale she was. That was fear. But she kept her cool and distracted the thug long enough for Wesley's team to take him out.
That year, when she had just moved in, she got sick a lot. Wesley got worried every time he saw her under the weather.
It was like he felt her every pain and discomfort. Everything about her was vivid in his memory.
She wasn't the first to flirt with him, but the fact that she stirred things deep inside him was a first.
Sometimes he even liked it. Around him, she could do no wrong.
Wesley didn't answer Patty's question. He looked at her with a stony face, waiting for her to get to the point.
But Patty wasn't bored with her game yet. The silent treatment? Two could play at that game.
The room was quiet until his phone buzzed.
He fished it from his pocket. When he saw the name on the screen, a smile flashed across his stern face. "I'm here," he said as he took the call.
Blair was surprised. She tightened her grip on the phone.
'I'm here? He usually says "Hello?" "Hi," or "It's me." Why the change?'
"Um… you home yet?" Blair asked. She had to call him to make sure he was okay. She couldn't sleep until she knew.
Wesley smiled, filled with happiness. "Not yet."
Patty listened carefully. The look on his face told her exactly who was on the other end.
She was jealous. She had to do something. She couldn't let that woman get in her way! She was Wayne's wife. How could he dump her for that bitch!
"What? Still not home? Where are you?" asked Blair. She could hear some hollow sounds. From the acoustics, she could guess he was in a smallish room.
Then suddenly she started hearing a woman moaning in the background. "Uh…Wesley, it hurts… Be gentle…uh…"
Patty leaned in, half of her body over the table between her and Wesley, mouth closer to the phone. Wesley glared at her. It was already too late for him to stop her.
On this quiet night, she knew exactly how Blair would take it.
Being 27 and no virgin, Blair knew what kind of noise that was.
And the woman's voice sounded familiar. After some thought, she figured out it was Patty.
The realization made the color drain from her face.
Holding the phone, she couldn't utter a single word, hands shaking uncontrollably. However, the woman at the other end continued, "Wayne, you're like a tiger…Mmm…" Her voice was a hammy version of a woman in heat.
Blair hadn't seen Wesley in two years. In that time, Patty had not only gotten close to him, but married him.
Blair understood that to complete the mission, Wesley had to pretend to be someone else and flirt with those women, but that didn't mean she was okay with it. And Patty had been with him the longest.
And Wesley was human, after all. What if, over time, Wesley had started to care about Patty?
Blair was worried. She trusted Wesley's integrity, but she didn't trust Patty.
She was pretty sure she wanted Wesley to sleep with her. Wesley was lonely, could he possibly resist?
The ongoing moans drowned the thrill in Blair's heart. 'No wonder he left me alone tonight. He was going to meet Patty, ' she thought.
"Blair, I'm at the police station. In a cell. Just ignore her, she's trolling you," Wesley explained.
His eyes were red in fury. His arm shot out, and he fastened his hand around her neck. His grip tightened.
Patty was in agony, yet she didn't stop. She forced the words hoarsely past Wesley's deadly grasp. "Wesley… didn't you tell me…you broke…broke up with her?" Then, she was quiet.
Blair couldn't see Wesley choking her. The only thing she knew was that Patty sounded in a lot of pain. Blair herself was like that when Wesley was too much for her in bed and she begged him to stop.
"Don't listen to—" Wesley said. But Blair hung up on him without a word.
She started whimpering. Her heart was falling apart. Should she believe Wesley? But how? It was so hard. Did he have any proof?
Rage overwhelmed Wesley the minute she hung up. Patty was struggling, miserably gasping for air.
"She committed suicide because she thought I was dead. She is still not over it yet. If anything happens to her, I'll put a bullet in your head!" Wesley said through gritted teeth.
Two policemen barged into the room and tried to pull him away. "Senior Colonel Li, get off her!"
"You're killing her!"
