Fatal Attraction: The CEO & His Mischievous Wife

'I'm getting shivers from how cringe this is.' Jiang Ying Yue's eyes rolled as she read his incoming text. 'His? Yeah right.' He was always good and dropping these flowery words on her and at some point they just feel a little cringe. Not to say that she didn't like it....but why must he tease her so much?! Everytime they talk there is always some teasing or flirting going on from his side. For what reason he continiously did this, she did not know but he seemed to enjoy it and her reactions. If she were to keep a blank face he would probably take it as a challenge and increase his antics. Still, when considering how profficient he was at this he must have had a lot of experience. Feeling spiteful she quickly typed out a response and sent it.

"Yours? Fat chance pineapple head. If I wanted you could never reach me, save your lines for the other women."

"Other women? Kitten you sound jealous." She scoffed internally, it was easy to imagine him laughing at her while reading her text. She was not jealous!!! Just stating fact.

"Jealous of what? They'd have to have something for me to jealous of it."

"Glad you think the same Kitten. They don't have me, you do, so no reason to get jealous." Reading his response she almost dropped the phone. No matter what she said he was skilled at dragging the conversation back to where he wanted.

"I don't HAVE you, you are free to do whatever."

"So I am free to go to you, done deal."

"Why are you so frustrating!"

"Why are you so cute."

"I'm blocking you." With a deadpan expression she prepared to block his number but before she could her phone started ringing. Glancing at the screen she had a feeling it was Xi Long but the callerid was blocked. She had software to bypass unknown and blocked numbers but didn't install it into this phone. Since it was a burner phone she didn't think she'd need it. If she were to go by timing it was probably him but she still cut the call. Opening up her messages she texted him instead.

"Why are you calling me."

"Pick up."

"No."

"Its important."

"Text it instead."

"No, I need to speak with you on phone."

"Fine." She agreed and waited for him to call. Understanding him and the fact that he stopped flirting meant that it couldn't be recorded through text. Phone wise he probably had his own software that blocked people from tapping into their phone or at least alerted him when it was compromised. Her phone buzzed again and she picked it up placing it to her ear.

"Kitten?" His husky voice warmed her ear through the phone. She had heard him this morning but it was different to hear it through the phone. It was so intimate.....the voice was too close to her ear. It was his usual husky tone but it felt like his voice had gone deeper. He had a naturally inticing voice and she wasn't going to deny that it was pleasant to hear. She preferred deep voices that had a rough tinge to it, through the voice she needed to hear that they had experienced life. People said eyes were the windows to the soul but voices were also a good indicator once you figured out how to read them.

Clearing her throat she responded "mhm" a bit louder to his call. A chuckle came through the phone in response to her being stubborn.

"Kitten? Are you on the phone?"

She repeated "mhm" a bit louder in response.

"Well Kitten, guess you don't feel like speaking. That's fine, I know it hurts to speak with swollen lips." Her cheeks tinged red from his provocation, he laughed at the end of his sentence making her face warm even more. He taunted her of their ...session in the morning where he kissed her. Touching her lips she felt a slight tinge from the pressure. The swelling had gone down but there was still a bit left of pain left, it didn't help that she just had a spicy meal making her lips burn and get swollen again. Though she did not mind the pain....she was confused by their relationship but part of her enjoyed living in the moment. The way his hands gripped her and his eyes grew darker from kissing her....she liked it. They had made out a few times but this time he was a bit rougher with her and fiercly used his tongue to taste the inside of her mouth. Everytime he kissed her she would lose her thoughts and her body naturally gravitated towards him. If the food did not burn at that second she probably would have let him continue for a long time. 'Ying Yue you're an absolute mess.' Sighing at herself she got back to the conversation at hand.

"Sorry to inform you that my lips aren't swollen. Is this why you called, cut to the case. What is so important?"

"It isn't? I swear it was...I'll just have to try harder next time."

"You-you?! Brute!!!" She would not give him another chance!

Suddenly his voice shifted and became more serious. "On a serious note, I seem to have misplaced something at your house. I have a feeling it dropped when we were play fighting, its a small black chip."

"Aren't you worried I steal it? Or sell it?"

"You could but I know you won't."

"Such confidence. What if I betray you?"

"Well I'll cross that bridge when we get there. Could you look for it now? I need to confirm."

"Okay, give me a second." Getting up from the couch Ying Yue kept the line on while checking around the living room. Heading to her room she scanned the floor and bedding for a small microchip. Finding nothing there she headed to the bathroom to check but even there she wasn't able to find anything. Thinking back to where he was it seemed that she only had the kitchen and front doorstep left. The kitchen was swiped clean by her earlier so there was no chance it wss there. Stepping towards her door she checked the floor but still saw nothing. She was about to inform him that it wasn't here when she saw a quick glint from the corner of her eye. Dropping down to all fours she focused at the side corner of her floor where there was a small wooden border. Tucked neatly in the border with most of it sticking out was the microchip. Picking it up with two fingers she placed it in her palm.

Speaking back into the phone, "I found it, you're lucky I have good eyes. It was tucked into my floor border near the door. So what do you want me to do with it? Are you sending someone to pick it up?"

"Not exactly, I was wondering if you would be able to drop it off?"

"Drop it off where?"

"My office."