Fatal Attraction: The CEO & His Mischievous Wife

"Yo...you brute! Shameless!" Ying Yue sputtered as she heard his comment. A picture with his towel off? She did not dare!

"Come on Kitten, you don't have to be ashamed. Photographing art is not a crime." He smirked as he spoke in a light tone. There was something about her that made him tease her constantly, as if his mouth would burn if he did not. What made it worse was that every time he teased her he was able to see her facial expressions change and her face scrunch up in adorable anger. Every change of emotion to him was fascinating and he wanted to see everything. Currently anger was the one he had the most practice evoking.

"Art?! What is art! Let me tell you, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I see no art!"

"Kitten its not good to lie, even children are taught this."

Hearing his remark, black lines appeared on her forehead. How did he even think to say such words? To say that she was lying and that children were better, was this even fair? How did he decide she was lying!

"You! I am not lying, who are you to judge this."

"Me? I'm yours."

Ying Yue had lifted her finger in anger, she knew that he would not let the argument die easily and had prepared to respond. Yet when he opened his mouth the words that came out were not what she expected. The words he spoke could be considered cheesy if another man had said it but the meaning was different with him. The way he spoke, the conviction in his voice, all together made him sound sincere. She kept her face neutral but her heart started beating loudly. These words affected her more than she cared to let on.

Warmth flooded her body as she took in his words. Since young she was raised in a harsh environment with little to no love and moments like this were rare. Though he teased her and they were in an ambiguous relationship she had started to truly trust him. She knew in her heart that he would not hurt her and his words were true under the facade. It still surprised her everytime he acted like this because she could not understand what it is about her that made him act this way. In all her years of living, she has had many men approach her but his interest had started the minute they met. He knew absolutely nothing about her but still d.e.s.i.r.ed her. The men who usually approached her were always after something, her body, her money, wanting to use her but he till date has not asked for anything other than her time.

Her emotions were turbulent inside her as she felt attacked by the onslaught of what she was feeling. It bothered her that she could not place her emotions into a defined term. She knew that she had a soft spot for him and was easily affected by him but that was not clear enough. She has had no romantic relationsh.i.p.s before to compare the data nor did she have anyone she could speak to this about. Ming Ming was one of her only female friends but she dared not bring this up with her. She would constantly badger her and ask her questions she was not ready to answer. Could what she was feeling be just from this being a new experience? Or was it because it was him pursuing her? Frustrated, she ignored him and plopped back onto her couch with a groan. Her brain hurt from trying to understand everything and control her emotions. If this was how she would be everytime she thought this deeply then she'd rather not think about it at all.

Xi Long's face scrunched up in confusion and slight humor. He knew he was being cheesy and expected her to blush or say something sarcastic but she had actually gone quiet. It seemed as though she was seriously listening to his words despite the neutral expression. The next couple of minutes she stood frozen in the same pose thinking and he remained quiet to let her think. He quite liked the idea of him being on her mind and that her mind was flooded with thoughts of him. The confusion came when all of a sudden she looked away from him and dropped onto the couch, her back flat against the seats. 'Was she tired? Why did she suddenly lay on the couch.' He walked towards the couch when he felt a chill wind. Looking down he remembered he was n.a.k.e.d with only a towel keeping him warm. Feeling a sneeze coming he turned his head and let out a small noise. Even though he wanted to let her think, he would get sick standing here. He needed to see if she had spare clothes. If not, he would have to go to the car and just re-shower.

"Kitten, do you have any spare clothes? Mine are in the trunk and I can't reach them right now."

Snapping out of her daze she quickly registered what he was saying. Irritation filled her as she realized that she had made him stand there the entire time she was thinking. Getting up she sped walked to her room and searched for large clothing. She liked wearing large shirts and mens sweaters so it would not be hard to find him something to wear. Pulling open a drawer she took out a pair of black sweatpants and a large black fitted sweater. Satisfied with her choice she walked back to him and pushed the items into his arms.

"Here."

His eyes darkened as he saw the items in his hands. They all seemed to be mens clothing and annoyance filled him as he thought of the man who left them behind. When he had asked for spare clothes he was assuming she would have a large shirt or sweatpants maybe that he could try fitting into but these were real mens clothes! Clearing his throat he decided it was better to ask her then seethe further. "Whose clothes are these?"

'Whose? What does he mean whose and why does he have that expression? Does he actually hate wearing my clothes?' Ying Yue glared at him.and responsed. "What do you mean whose? You ask me for spare clothes then reject mine!"

"No I'm not rejecting them, I just want to know who they belong to."

"They belong to me! What stupid question is this."

"Yours?!"

"Yes, mine. Do you need to see a label?! Give it back if you are not going to wear it."

"No, I'll wear it." Slight shock entered his eyes. Looking back at the items he felt warm thinking he would be wearing her clothes that she had previously worn. His kitten really had interesting taste that she owned items like this. A small laugh left him as he realized that he had gotten jealous over an imaginary man that turned about to he his own kitten. Taking the clothes he went back into the bathroom and quickly put them on. They were a little tight but he could manage and enjoyed finally being able to put something on his body. Surprisingly his kitten's fashion taste was similar to his, they both preferred the minimalistic designs.

Seeing him finally go in and change, Ying You calmed down. This insufferable man actually dared to question where the clothes were from. When he stepped out she saw him dressed in her sweatpants and the sweater, which was a little too small on him. A weird feeling emerged as she enjoyed seeing him wear her clothes. It was a warm itchy kind of feeling that was no entirely unpleasant.

'Was this what people talked about a boyfriend shirt? Wait, this is mine so a girlfriend shirt?'