Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire-Chapter 90: Yiren’s hidden secret

JUN’S POV

I pause, feeling her hand tighten around me as she senses the shift in the story.

"When they finally got back to me with her information," I swallow, the memory still sharp, "She was dead."

Her eyes widen.

"Turns out," I continue, taking a breath, "She had a rare heart condition. A ticking time bomb, doctors gave her two months max. So she sold everything she had, packed her bags, and went out on this sixty day adventure to live her life once before dying. That last night... she lost her virginity to experience what it feels when a man worships a woman ’s body. She had left a letter for me to one of her friend as if she knew I’d look for her."

"What was written on it?"

".... I couldn’t have wished for someone better. Please don’t harbour ill feelings for me in your heart. I didn’t do anything with malicious intentions. Thankyou Jun. May you find your one true love one day."

She stays silent for a moment, then squeezes my hand. "I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for you, Jun."

I look down at her, "It made me realize that sometimes, we don’t really know the people we think we do. We only see what they want us to see, the masks they wear. But underneath? We’re all carrying things. Sometimes, even secrets we’d rather die with than let anyone else see."

She leans into me, resting her head on my chest, and for a moment, the fire crackles softly as we sit together in that shared silence.

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YIREN’S POV

I woke up feeling numb and cold in my feet. I realised we are still on the terrace, on the swing and the fire doused long back, it’s not even warm anymore. Other than a lonely feet which was out of the blanket, I’m warm. Really warm in Jun’s embrace as he hugs me close.

Who am I with him? I don’t know. Why I told him the embarrassing story of my life I don’t know. The chemistry between us is unparallel, always making me forget other things around me.

The truth is, I like him.... I really do.

With me he isn’t Feng Junjie, the CEO, ladies’ man, a Casanova.... but he is.... Jun. And I like him that way.

And those words he shared, his voice still echoing in my head: "But underneath, we’re all carrying things. Sometimes, even secrets we’d rather die with than let anyone else see." A murmur of grief echoes in my chest, Isn’t I’m doing the same? Carrying a deep secret until one day I’ll forget him for forever-- until death claims me. Until then, this is just the little life I’m trying to live before darkness consumes me forever.

"Life is unfair, Jun. I hope you can forgive me one day."

He’s looking for something real, a true life partner. But me? I can’t give him more than fleeting nights, and a temporary friendship. I’m just here, trying to live through small moments before the shadows swallow me up one day.

And I dread that day....

I trace the line of his face. "So handsome." He stirs slightly. I let my fingers travel down the bridge of his nose, across his cheek, grazing his lips. I bring my cold feet back under the blanket, tucking them against his warm thighs, savouring the simple comfort of him. My hand wanders, slipping under his shirt, wanting to feel the warmth there, to be a little mischievous in these quiet hours.

Suddenly, his fingers wrap around my wrist, holding me in place. "Don’t start what you can’t finish,"

I look up at him, a small, daring smile on my lips. "Who says I wasn’t planning to finish?"

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Jun’s pov

My body freezes, and every ounce of sleep vanishes as my very awake cock responds to her touch. "Bunny, you can’t just say things like that casually."

Yiren, not missing a beat, frees herself from my arms, takes hold of my chin to lower my face, and claims my mouth with a fierce kiss. "Not casually. Dead serious," she murmurs and presses a hand on my very bulging cock inside my pants, making me see stars in this already stary night. "But this time, I want to return the favor, which you keep stopping me from doing."

Cough... dammit. This girl will be my damnation. She cannot just demand such things like asking for candy. "You don’t have to do that."

"But I want to." She sucks her bottom lip and squeezes me. A grunt rumbles from my chest. The air is chilly and but I’m fking hot. "Or is it that you don’t like me giving you a blow job because I don’t know how to do it properly."

Is she kidding me? The first time she tried, it was obvious she hadn’t done it before—she was just pushing herself to please me, even though it was new territory for her. But hell, whatever little she did that day is seared into my memory, still making appearances in my dreams. She doesn’t know the effect she has on me.

I’m going crazy...

I capture her mouth in a fierce. "On your knees, Bunny." My voice husky as I command against her lips. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

I slip the blanket off myself and drape it over her shoulders. Her eyes widen with anticipation as she jumps off the swing, lowering herself to her knees before me. Her gaze flickers between the evident strain in my pants and my eyes.

My fingers trace the nape of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my touch. "So gorgeous when you are on your knees, ready for my guidance as you fk the hell out of me."

I grip a handful of her hair, giving a gentle tug, and she lets out a soft hiss that drives me wild. "Soft or rough?"

"You know me well enough not to ask that question." She grins, gripping my thighs, "Besides don’t you want to punish me for destroying your date night with the ’mystery woman’?"