The Seventh Miserable Bride

He looked at her in disbelief. She looked like she had gone mad.

"So, what do you think? Are you in?"

Yasmine Taylor raised her eyebrows. She was trying to provoke him.

Sebastian Simons thought for a moment and snorted, "Why not?"

He walked towards the door, about to leave. Yasmine grabbed his arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs."

He shook off her in disgust.

"The game hasn't started yet." said Sebastian.

"There are three days before the weekend. You don't have to rush into it."

As he was about to step out of the room, Yasmine suddenly shrieked in fear, "Ah, what's on your bed?"

Sebastian instinctively turned his head. In a flash, Yasmine's face was rushing in his direction and she raised her head, kissing him on his lips.

Sebastian's mind went blank for a while. It was as though all the wit and IQ that he had flown out of the window.

All he could feel were Yasmine's lips. They were soft... soft like cotton candy. So soft, as if they would melt in the warmth of the summer breeze. Her lips moved slightly, like maple leaves trying their best to cling on to the branches before falling off the tree. With lips still pressing against his, her tender fingers touched his temples gently. Sebastian felt like he was dreaming. She looked like a fallen angel, with wings on her back.

Test, tease, test again, and then - entanglement. Like how magnets of polar opposites would, twisting together as tightly as braids.

Her touch made Sebastian lose his mind, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. Unknowingly, he started to kiss her back.

He saw a film playing. There was a man and a woman, kissing passionately under the golden sunset amidst a broad vineyard. The moment felt intimate, sacred even, like the pair were the only people on earth.

A cold, chilling breeze hit Sebastian all of a sudden.

He woke up. Ferociously, he pushed Yasmine away.

His eyebrows furrowed, with eyes glinting maliciously.

"Don't do stupid things like this again, or I will divorce you, with immediate effect."

"And don't push your little tricks over and over. Keep in mind that they will lose their value if you keep using them."

Yasmine looked up fearlessly and said, "I didn't make this move on my own. You need two hands to clap. So, I believe you won't break your promise."

Sebastian was wearing a pair of slacks, with a relatively thin material. Some things, no matter how hard he tried, could not be covered up.

"Get out."

He roared loudly, a vortex of anger swirling inside him. Yasmine, saying nothing more, quickly disappeared from his sight. As a smart woman, she knew when to stop, as long as she achieved her goal. Sebastian rushed into the bathroom and turned on the tap. With his clothes on, he drenched himself in cold water.

Compared to Yasmine, what he could not tolerate more was that he started to....feel things.

He actually had a reaction to a woman. He always thought of them to be as annoying as a cockroach...

For an ordinary man, this would be normal. But to him, this surely wasn't.