Loving You: A Blessing or a Curse?

"You're all mine." He declares possesively. His arms wrap firmly around her tiny waist. He lowers his head and nibbles on her ear lobe. Moving slowly, he sends kisses down her neck, deliberately leaving red marks all over her snowy white skin.

He runs his hands through her long, black hair, pulls her face closer to his own and captures her lips, enveloping them in a passionate and overbearing kiss.

She lets out low sounding moans as she feels as his hands roam every inch of her body. Unsatisfied, he lifts her up and lays her on the bed without releasing her lips. His hands are not honest, they move about. One fondling her proud peaks and the other slowly peeling away the clothes on her body.

•••

Morning rays of sunlight peek through the curtains and cast shadows on the sleeping woman who laid tumbling from side to side on a queen sized bed.

Su Lian opens her eyes, startled awake from her sleep.

"Damn it." She cursed under her breath. It's been four years. Four years since he broke her heart and yet, her nights were still filled with dreams of him.

She remembers everything about him and can't stop herself from thinking back to the time they spent together.

She was only eighteen when they started dating. Young enough to believe he loved her, even though he never actually said so, and foolish enough to abadon everything just to be with him.

He was her first love, the man she had given her mind, body and soul to. They had been together for two years and never once during that time had he even shown a little bit of infatuation towards her. She on the other hand had made him the center of her life and followed him around like a lost puppy. She was completely obedient to his will; whatever he wanted, she did without batting an eye. As long as it was his request, she would risk it all just to see his rare smile. It wasn't really a smile, he never smiled. It was more like a smirk, only a slight raise at the corner of his lips. It barely reached his eyes, but it was enough for her.

She had memorized everything she knew about him. His likes, dislikes, favourite food, hobbies and even his daily schedule. Instead of saying girlfriend, she was more like his secretary. An unpaid secretary.

Now that she thinks about it, he didn't seem to trust her. The information she knew about him was limited to only what he told her, and that was very little. She didn't know anything about his family or what kind of job he did. She never asked him too many questions because she didn't want him to think that she was some annoying little girl, after all, he was nine years older than her.

She had loved him wholeheartedly and had even dreamt of becoming his bride one day. But now, that dream is more like a nightmare. She felt used, betrayed and heartbroken.

Even the thought of seeing him again sends shivers down her spine. That's why she had left China and moved to America without telling a soul. She really had no one to tell. Her mother was dead and her father didn't care much for her. Even though she loved and missed her little brother and some of her old friends, she wouldn't risk it. She wanted to start over and she did.

Frustrated over her thoughts, Su Lian slides off her bed and heads for the shower. She comes out a few minutes later and dives straight for her wardrobe in a hurry, throwing on a grey colored suit.

Crap! She was late going to be late again. She got lost in her dream and overslept.

Without anytime left to put make up on, Su Lian pulls her waist length hair into top knot bun and heads for the room next door, making a mental note to get a haircut sometime this week.

Inside the slighty dimmed room, a tiny figure lays curled up in a racecar shaped bed.

A little face carved like a jade with short, wavy hair that covers the tiny ears beneath them. The adorable features belong to a little boy and they look exactly like the ones on the face of the man who haunts her dreams.

The little boy sleeps peacefully without showing any signs of waking up soon

The little boy is her three year old son, Su Yichen.