Dessert Making

Shirley passed out after hours of letting sickening old men touch her. When she opened her eyes again, they were already gone from the room. She was left in a shameful position with their semen all over her body from inside to outside. The moment she sat up, she felt like a malfunctioned refrigerator with tons of warm yogurt exploded on the inside.

Creamy and slimy content leaked out with traces of blood from her privates as she attempted to walk. Taking the dining utensils, she found on the floor, she had the urge to take those pointed objects and stab it through her heart. With trembling hands, she picked up a steak knife and aimed it at her chest.

Her movement was fast at first, but then slowed once the knife got closer to her chest. 'I can't do it. How can I do this to myself when my enemy is out there laughing happily? Not happening. Since I'm already down, I'll drag Selina with me. Watch me take everything from you. You are the one who needs to die. Not me.'

With the image of Selina and that man in her mind, she pulled the table cloth off the table and covered her body. Though she hated the black lingerie on the floor, she still wore it underneath. As for the ripped dress, she left it drowning in the pile of white fluids from earlier.

Once she opened the door, she saw the guards step aside; waiting for her to lead the way out. She walked forward a few steps and then paused, glancing back at them. "When I was at the restroom earlier, there were two girls who came out before me. One of them hugged and kissed a good-looking man. Do you have any idea who he may be?"

One of the guards recalled the face of the man but not his name. "My apologies. I don't know the young man's name. If you want to find out, you could ask the staff and see who reserved that room."

"Even if I find the person's name who reserved that room, it doesn't mean the person is that young man!" She tightened her fists and stomped her way out of the restaurant; ignoring the way people stared at her.

It took twenty minutes by car to get back to Justin's residence. The second she walked in, she saw him sitting in the living room, scrolling up and down a webpage on his laptop. He looked at her haggard appearance and brought his concentration back to his screen.

"That's all you're going to do? You won't even say you're sorry for forcing me to this state?" She scoffed as she challenged his tolerance.

"Why should I apologize for the money you spent on yourself? You're the one who put yourself in debt, not me. When I handed you the credit card, I never said anything about paying it off for you. I only said it was your credit card. Since you owe that much debt, did you expect someone to clean up after your ass for every single thing you do in life? This is called the real world. You pay what you owe."

His lips tilted upwards as he continued pressing the downwards key on the keyboard. Shirley stood silently in front of him, waiting for an apology she knew would never come from his mouth. Minutes passed, and she grew tired of glaring at him.

"Wait." He looked up and rotated his laptop towards her.

She turned around and saw a picture of the party she attended back when she was still Han family's big miss. "What is it? Did you want to slap me with reality again? I know I'm not the rich miss from before anymore. No need to shove the picture to my face."

"You know Jason Hui?" Justin was reading an article about Jason Hui and a huge investor signing for a new project. In the middle of the article, it showed a picture with Shirley and her parents in it.

Shirley was clueless about who he was speaking about. She took a closer look and scrolled up to see Jason's face on the left. "He's that guy! You can say we are acquaintances. Why?" His eyes were glittering like a kid seeing sprinkles on their ice cream sundae. How could she miss this opportunity?

"If you two are acquaintances, then you can easily get close to him right?" Justin smiled meaningfully as he stared at Shirley with slight hope in his eyes.

"Initially, I could have used our previous relations. But now, there is a vixen by his ears. If you want to reap off benefits from him, then you should listen to me when I come up with a plan. But you need to pay for my debt when this is done. What do you say?" Hatred flashed in her eyes, revealing her intent on harming Selina.

"We'll see about that. I'll provide his recent activities while you come up with a plan. I'll cooperate as long as this is all true. But if you are actually lying, I'll sell you to the underground dog hole where you service dogs in place of humans. Understand?"

He closed his laptop and forced a nod from her before going back to his room. Immediately after he was gone, she took out her cellphone and searched up Jason on the internet. The more information she found on Google, the more she envied Selina for landing herself on such a great man!

- Hui Villa -

After coming home from dinner, Celinda remembered she needed to video chat her mother about something important. Since the couple had nothing better to do, Selina decided to pull up a dessert recipe she's been eager to try making.

She showed the ingredients required to Jason. Rolling up their sleeves, the couple proceeded to the kitchen for a homemade dessert night. In the middle of adding flour to the dough, he looked to the side to find Selina's nose covered with flour.

"Pffft. Come here." He wiped his hands, lightly lifted her chin and saw her instinctively close her eyes. A soft chuckle left his mouth as he gently wiped her nose.

"There was flour on your nose. What were you thinking about?" He whispered in her ears, sending shivers from her ears to the back of her neck.

She opened her eyes and blinked at the flour on his thumb. Then, her eyes laid on the playful smile on his face.

"Hehe. Do you really want to know what I had on my mind? Hmmm?" As she distracted him with her tiptoeing, she dug her fingers into the bowl of flour. Feeling his arms around the back of her waist, she smiled mischievously.

"I think I know what you wanted." He bent down to give her a peck on her lips.

Before his lips met hers, she had smudged flour on both sides of his face. "Eheh ahahahaha. There was flour on your cheeks. Here, let me wipe it off for you! Pffft!" He closed his eyes with curves lips pressed together as he felt her palms rubbing all over his face.

"Hahahaha. Who is the one who thought wrong now? Hmmm?" She poked the tip of his nose, giggling sillily in front of him.

"Selina, do you know what the consequences are for doing this?" He peeked with one of his eyes opened, pulling her closer to his embrace. Leaning forward with his flour covered face, he smudged the content on his nose onto hers.

She wrinkled her nose and sneezed out the flour that ran up her nose. Taking a clean towel in her hands, she wiped off the mess she made on his face while sneaking soft chuckles. As she wiped his face, he was also rubbing the flour off hers.

When they were done, she raised her cheery smile. Wrapping her arms around him, she tiptoed and brushed their clean noses against each other. "Now, can I get a kiss?"

"As many as you wish." His straight teeth showed with his wide smile. Their soft lips slowly melted in each other's warmth. The sweetness they tasted were more satisfying than the sugar-coated honey candies from desserts.

In the middle of their small pecks, her body started trembling from tiptoeing for too long. Picking her up with her legs around his waist, he placed her on the clean side of the counter. This time, he was the one who raised his head to kiss her.

He combed his fingers through her hair, and then, with his hand cupping the back of her head, he slid his tongue into her mouth. Startled by the sudden intrusion of his tongue, she slowly adapted to it and reciprocated his kiss.

She caressed his cheeks, letting it explore his sharp jawline as she returned the intensity of the kiss. As her fingers slid down his neck, his body felt the areas she touched heating up like a trail of ignited passion he never knew he had.

Once they were both out of breath, their lips parted. They continued looking into each other's eyes while panting heavily as if the kisses weren't enough.

"Do you still want dessert?" His hoarse voice nearly eliminated all rational thoughts from her mind.

"Huh? Oh..Uhm...We can make something simple." She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck as he helped her down from the counter. This time, the couple performed the literal meaning of making dessert.