PearBlossom

Gemma Liu is thick skinned, out going, and most importantly, she knows what she wants. She is the personal assistant for Charles Wen of Wen Technology. He also happens to be what she wants. 

The problem with that, however, is that Charles is immune to the charms of women—including her. He is cold, harsh, impatient, and people often leave his office in tears. That doesn’t deter Gemma in the least. She’s declared war on his heart of stone. 

Just when she thinks he’s finally succumbed to her charms, she finds herself in a precarious position. In a moment of fear she marries another man; a man loves her enough to salvage her reputation. The years pass and Gemma finds herself suddenly widowed with a child. Coming home to Shanghai, she feels defeated. 

Meanwhile, a tragic accident leaves Charles Wen disfigured and in need of long term and in-depth care. Gemma is ready to stay by his side and care for him but Charles is anything but happy about it. Unfortunately for him, his family thinks she’s the perfect person to be his caregiver...She’s the only woman not afraid to look upon him. His grandfather decides that Gemma must become the daughter-in-law of the Wen family. 

Charles says he will marry no one, because what woman would love a monster? Will he let down his guard long enough to give Gemma a chance? And can he accept the child that she adores? 

“I’ll Never Let You Go” is a story about the power of unconditional love forged by trial of fire.

I’ll Never Let You Go

She allowed herself to be held in his arms for several minutes. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.  She sighed in contentment. He deepened the kiss and it became rough. She equally met his enthusiasm. He picked her up and repositioned her so that she was straddling his lap, and pulled her in to kiss her roughly. His hands moved up and down her body, roughly. 


  "If you want to be my woman, you have to take it rough." He growled in her ear. He bit her lip, thinking he might be able to scare her away like this. He squeezed her breast, hard. 


  She let out a moan of pleasure. And he realized his method of scaring her off wouldn't work. She actually liked it! 


  "Don't stop!" She whispered in his ear. "Please don't stop!" She begged. 


  His thoughts of frightening her away were replaced with amazement that he had such power over her body! It was intoxicating. He lost himself in her as he kissed her and touched her with a primal passion and toughness that governed every other aspect of his life. 


  He stood up still holding her up with one arm. The other arm swept his desk clean. He put her on the desk and pushed her legs apart. He looked down at her and she could see there was a fire burning in his eyes. 


  "If you become mine, you can never belong to another, do you understand? If you become mine, I own you. There's no going back for you then." His words carried both promise and threat. 


  "Does that mean you'll marry me?" She asked. 


  "That depends on how well you perform. In every aspect." He told her sternly. 


  She thought for a moment. Was it worth the risk? Was he worth the risk?  Yes. He was worth it to her and she would do her best.


  Just then, the door to Charles's office was opened and his secretary walked in. 


  "Your driver is ready downstairs to take you....to the...airport." His words trailed off as he stared wide eyed at his boss leaning over Gemma, who was sprawled across the desk. Mercifully, she was clothed, but it was obvious that he had interrupted a very intimate moment. 


  "Doesn't anyone I employ know how to knock before entering?!" He bellowed. 


  "What are you starting at? Do you not still fear death?!" Charles continued to yell. 


  "Sorry, sir!" His secretary rushed out, slamming the door behind him. 


  Charles stood up, grabbing at his hair with his hands in frustration. 


  Gemma giggled. "That was awkward!" She said.


  Charles glared at her. "He's discreet. He won't tell what he saw." 


  "I'm not worried about that. But you better hurry if you want to catch your plane." She warned. 


  He cast her a look of irritation but headed for the door. He stopped but didn't turn around. 


  "Oh, and have my desk back in order before you leave." He instructed. 


  "You're shameless!" She yelled after him.


Doesn’t Anybody Knock?