Wang Jian lay in bed, watching the soft, exhausted breathing of Emily beside him. Her body still glistened with the aftermath of their passionate encounter, her face peaceful in sleep.
Yet, as he stared at the ceiling, a creeping sense of dissatisfaction gnawed at him.
He'd just had sex with Emily—someone most would consider a dream to have—but it didn't give him the rush or fulfillment he craved. His thoughts lingered elsewhere, gravitating toward another woman.
Bella.
She had been occupying his mind relentlessly. Though their relationship had grown friendlier, and she'd acknowledged him as a man, she didn't see him as boyfriend material.
There was a barrier between them, a distance that couldn't be closed by mere charm or sex appeal alone.
He knew he had to do more.
