Wild Young Miss: Mister, Let's Kiss!

Recalling what had happened last night, Matthew Xi slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Zoey. She had finished even the last drop of soup and took the medicine without hesitation. 

However, she did not seem to have realized that the blanket was her only cover from the chest down. She was also not bothered by it. Why?

Matthew Xi had been pretending that it didn't bother him. However, after what had happened last night, he could not help but think about it... about her and about himself. 

"Anyway, it's impossible that you're that Matthew Xi. My memory is not bad." Back to the initial subject that had diverted into a whole different nonsense, Zoey turned her head towards him. 

Alas, upon seeing that he was just staring at her, she arched her brows. "Darling, you are really suspicious." She dawdled, squinting her eyes suspiciously. 

"I am bothered. Are you aware you're wearing just a blanket?" Giving her half of the truth, Matthew Xi let out a faint sigh as he slowly glanced down at her exposed collarbones. 

"Eh? Pretend I'm wearing a tube! Also, it's not like it will tempt you." Nonchalantly, Zoey reasoned out as she shrugged her shoulders. 

'It tempts me.' He answered internally. If not, he wouldn't even notice it. After all, everything about her tempted him in many ways. 

Moreover, after what had happened last night, Matthew Xi had been restraining himself extra hard. After all, they nearly...

"Nevermind."

"Eh? What is the reason behind this extra cold vibe around you?" Since her headache had subsided a little — thanks to the medicine and soup — Zoey slowly regained her energy. Hence, she had been taking note of his usual coldness and gentleness which kept on shuffling, over him for the day. 

"You want to know?" Setting his eyes on her, Matthew Xi asked. 

"Yes!" 

Hearing her quick reply, Matthew Xi was silent for a little while, pondering whether he should let her know. Shortly after, he slowly stood up and strode towards her. 

"What?" Raising her gaze from his laid out hand to his pair of unfaltering russet eyes, Zoey creased her brows. 

"You said you want to know. Come with me." He said, his palms still open before her. 

"Huh? How? Where?" The baffled Zoey could not help but furrow her brows even more. How would she know the answer if she went with him? Did she perhaps vandalize the hotel or break things somewhere in this hotel room?

"Bathroom." Without batting an eye, Matthew Xi replied which caused her eyes to widen. 

"D—darling, did we smooch-smooch in the bathroom last night?!" Unaware that she still had her makeup on, albeit smudged that made her look horrendous, Zoey's mind wandered playfully. 

Her mind instantly concluded of different wild scenes she could think of. Fortunately, she couldn't recall what really transpired or she might curse herself. 

"No, but nevermind." Shaking his head, Matthew Xi stared at the messy makeup on her face. "I'll grab some towels. Rest for now." Matthew Xi said, excusing himself as he headed to the bathroom alone. 

"What's in the bathroom?" Zoey murmured with her head cocked to the side, watching him as he departed and went to the bathroom. 

****

When Matthew Xi reached the bathroom, his gaze traveled to the bunch of drenched, stinking towels, sheet, pillowcases, and blanket under the sink. Glancing up, he saw that the exhaust fan was still on, but the smell of Zoey's vomit still wafted in his nose. 

Disgusting. 

'This is karma.' He thought internally, shaking his head as he gritted his teeth. He then strode towards the sink where the towels he used last night to clean up her mess laid. 

Since the housekeeping hadn't arrived yet, Matthew Xi let it be as he had already done enough. Truly, last night was one unforgettable hell of a rollercoaster ride. 

With that, Matthew Xi turned on the shower. After all, he didn't plan on going anywhere that day, just rest. Also, he made Paul Qian run an errand for him to buy clothes for him and Zoey to change into. Well, although Matthew Xi was uncertain if she would stay or not, it was better to be prepared. It wouldn't hurt, anyway. 

Slowly, Matthew Xi unbuttoned his shirt. As he does so, red marks starting from his collarbone, chest and down to his adonis belt were visible. 

Staring at each of the hickeys she left on him last night, a deep sigh slipped from his lips. "She makes me want her..." he whispered, gulping a mouthful of saliva as what happened last night occupied his mind again. 

[Continuation of last night's major highlights]

"...let's be crazy together." The next second, Matthew Xi found his lips pressed against her. 

His eyes widened before they turned darker. Moving his lips, Matthew Xi pressed it harder against her as he unzipped her dress without pause. 

"Mhmm..." A soft moan escaped her lips upon his gentle bite on her lower lip. Alas, that faint moan almost made him crazy. 

Breaking the kiss, Matthew Xi slowly slid the strap of her dress as he left soft pecks on her jaw, neck, down to her collarbones. He then went back to dominate her lips again, as he carefully removed her dress, which he earlier had a hard time removing past her chest . 

He knew, deep down, this doesn't feel right. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this. With Zoey being intoxicated, Matthew Xi was aware that he was akin to a scum taking advantage of her vulnerability. 

However, he tried. He tried not to succumb to temptation. Yet, he lost once again. He couldn't think straight, as if she was stronger than any alcohol and finer than any wine. 

All he could hear was the loud roars of his inner beast with every touch on her skin and every moan from her lips. He wanted her and he would take her — that's what he could think of. 

Just as Matthew Xi cupped her breast that was still covered by her strapless bra, a spark electrified his nerves, and his shaft hardened. However, in that instant, an unwelcome memory flashed across his mind. 

For some reason, this felt familiar. Everything resembled the night he had buried deep in his mind. The night he wanted to forget but couldn't. Zoey's touches, the sound of her moans, the size of her breast — they all felt familiar.. That familiarity slapped him back to reality.