Wild Rose:My Dangerous Women

Author: Qiao Ke Li A Hua Tian

After getting drunk, I brought a man younger than me, a womanizer, home, only to bump into my mother with her new boyfriend.

Trapping me in the bedroom, my male companion said, "Does it turn you on while you're eavesdropping on the private conversation between my father and your mother, sis?"

1

At a graduation banquet, I was loaded. After that, I took a young boy from the next private room home.

He was pretty good-looking, yet he went astray. At such a young age, he was a womanizer.

Hadn't he set my best friend up, I wouldn't have wanted to teach him a lesson.

There was a bottle of wine on the table. The product descriptions on it were beyond me.

After picking it up, I poured two glasses of wine and turned to look at him.

"Boy, now that we are at my house, wanna drink something to liven things up?"

Narrowing his eyes, he said, "That's good. I'll do whatever you say."

So we drank a few glasses of wine. As the drunkenness overwhelmed us, we went into my bedroom.

His white T-shirt was made of thin fabric. As someone who worked out all year round, I tore it open as soon as I pulled it.

Under the dim light, his muscle lines were stunning, making me drool.

I was stunned at how nice his figure was.

Hearing my voice, he looked at me with a hint of teasing in his blurry eyes.

"Sis, go on if it is to your liking."

He read through my thoughts.

As I was about to continue, the sound of someone opening the door came from outside.

Then, there rang out my mother's and a strange man's voices. My mother was somewhat drunken. And the man was asking her if she was fine considerately.

Judging from the noise outside, I knew they were gradually becoming sexually aroused and turned on. Pressing my body against the young man's, I dared not move at all.

After a long time, he suddenly lifted his body and wrapped one arm around my waist. Pressing his lips against my ear, he spoke in a low voice.

"Sis, how is it? Does eavesdropping on the conversation between my dad and your mom turn you on?"

2

My mom had been having an affair recently, which I was fully aware of.

Her man had a son who had finished taking the college entrance examination this year. It was known to me.

But I didn't expect that the young man I took home with me out of my drunkenness happened to be the boy.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder. Feeling embarrassed, I sensed a thin layer of sweat breaking out on my forehead.

I was much more sober now.

Under the light, his slightly narrow eyes were watery and yet blurry.

I intended to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to his waist. His voice sounded hoarse.

"Weren't you in high spirits just now, sis? Why did you flinch?"

I was caught off guard, touching his tight abdominal muscles. I jumped up from his body in fright, only to brush against his private part with my hand.

He stared at me, groaning.

Suddenly, my mother asked in a low voice outside the door, "How come there is little wine left?"

"Let's go back to the room. Chloe may come back later."

"Got it."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. After that, they closed the bedroom door.

Lying naked under my soft blanket, he looked affectionate and called out in a hoarse voice, "Chloe."

"They're back in the room. Should we continue?"

With a hint of teasing in his voice, he seemed to be provoking me.

Originally, I just wanted to scare him and let him know the consequences of cheating on women. I didn't really intend to do anything to him.

Upon stepping back, I felt a burning sensation in my heart. I was restless.

Realizing that something was wrong, he said somewhat formidably, "What is the wine you asked me to drink for?"

"What is the wine for?"

Thinking of my mother's whisper just now, I was dumbfounded.

She had planned to take her man home tonight. Given that, the wine was for turning them sexually on.

Feeling hotter and hotter, I was thirsty and restless. The situation was gradually out of my control.

He hissed and held onto my shoulder, saying, "Sis, please be gentle."

By the time we were done, it was past midnight.

He was so physically strong that he wasn't tired in the slightest. Yet I was damn tired.

I wanted to take a shower. But I was afraid that the noise would alarm my mother and her man in the other bedroom.

I propped myself up and picked up the quilt from the other side, saying, "Forget it. Go to sleep then. Leave before they wake up."

"You will take the bed, and I'll make do with it on the floor. Tomorrow morning, I will send you off."

Raising his arm, he pulled me to him.

Before I could react, he sneered.

"We have been so sexually intimate. Are you afraid of lying with me?"

He was provoking me.

But I took the bait and slept in the same bed with him.

After all, my house was tiled. The floor was too hard and cold. I couldn't bear to sleep on it.

The next day, I woke up at dawn.

I found that he had been awake earlier than me.

His face was right in front of mine, and his breath was hot. He stared at me unblinkingly.

"Sis, get up first and let me take my time," he said half-jokingly upon seeing that I was awake.

I quickly jumped out of bed, went to the closet, found a large T-shirt, and threw it to him.

"Leave before dawn. My mom and your dad will get up soon."

After that, I opened the door, went out, and tiptoed around the living room to check on the situation.

Seeing no one around, I heaved a sigh of relief, planning to go back and inform him to leave. Upon turning around, I saw him standing behind me.

Before I could say anything, he laughed at me, saying, "Why are you acting like a thief in your own home?"

I was so angry that I sneered at him, saying, "It's all because of you! Leave and pretend that nothing happened last night."

He looked at me against the dim morning light, sighed faintly, and said, "Sis, you are so ruthless."

3

In the end, I sent him off and watched him get on a taxi before dawn.

Fearing that my mother would be suspicious, I bought two sandwiches and milk from the convenience store downstairs before going home.

As soon as the elevator door opened, my mother popped into my sight. Standing at the door in a silk nightdress, she wore light makeup.

We were both stunned upon seeing each other.

Looking back, I saw that the other elevator was descending. I instantly understood.

My mother asked with a hint of guilt, "Chloe, you got up so early."

"Haha, I had a bad dream and woke up. So I came out for a walk."

Well, her excuse was lame. After all, no one would come out for a walk with makeup and a silk nightdress, which had been shelved in the closet for a long time.

I couldn't be bothered to reveal her lie. Handing over the breakfast in my hand, I said, "I woke up early and went downstairs to buy breakfast."

After washing up, my mother and I sat at the dining table. We both wanted to say something but stopped on second thought, feeling a little guilty.

Subconsciously, I always felt that there was something fishy in the air.

"Chloe, did you see the wine I put on the table last night?"

My mother's question stunned me. I almost dropped the spoon in my hand.

"Oh, I drank a little after I came back. Later, I might be a little drunk, so I went to bed and slept until this morning."

"That's good." My mother breathed a sigh of relief, changed the topic, and added, "You've graduated. When are you going to work for a company?"

"We agreed to have an official onboarding next week."

If it weren't for the fact that there were still a few days left before I started working, I wouldn't have been so bold as to take a man home last night.

Thinking of how I had slept with the man under the influence of alcohol last night, I felt a headache.

I worked for a company that offered online services and was located in a commercial building. It was within proximity to the commercial district.

One day, before I got off work, my mother called me, saying she would treat someone to dinner tonight and asking me to drive there directly after work.

Upon walking to the door of the private room, I saw my mother dressed up and the elegant middle-aged man beside her.

There was a young man beside the man. Smiling faintly, he looked familiar.

My legs went weak, and I almost lost my balance.

Fortunately, my mother reached out to hold me in time. After that, she began the introduction.

"This is Rory Chow. This is his son, Cruz Chow. Four years younger than you, he just finished the college entrance examination this year."

It turned out that his name was Cruz Chow.

Rory was cooperative, saying, "Cruz, call her sis."

Looking at me, he called out in a lower voice with a faint smile, "Sis."

...

His voice was hoarse. There was a hint of flirting in it.

After sitting down, we began to order. My mother asked me what I wanted to drink.

Before I could say anything, Cruz said, "A glass of green tea latte. I think sis will like it."

I knew he was implying that I was an angelic bitch.

I sneered in secret and pretended to be ignorant.

"Then let's order a seafood combo. I'm sure Cruz will like it."

My mother happily said to Rory, "Look, they are so close to each other on their first encounter."

I was at a loss for words.

After the dishes were served, I ate casually and pretended to ignore Cruz, who looked at me from time to time.

My mother suddenly mentioned me again.

"Chloe, do you see how sensible Cruz is? Knowing that he was going to meet you, he even prepared a gift for you."

I didn't know what to say.

After all, I didn't know I was going to meet them today!

After coming to my senses, I saw my mother take a paper bag from Cruz and prepare to open it.

Looking at Cruz across from me, I saw him smile faintly. I could tell that he was up to no good.

My heart skipped a beat, and I reached out to grab the paper bag. Smiling awkwardly, I said, "I'll see for myself. I'll see for myself."

After opening it and taking a look at it, I had an urge to smash it on Cruz's head.

There was a pair of green lace underwear in the bag. It was the same style as the one he tore that night.