Be Your One And Only

"Irene, let's break up."

Irene Xiao remembered how his words hit her like tons of bricks. "What?" she uttered, lost for words.

The man pinched his nose as if it was draining for him to even explain it to her. "Here's the thing. We just don't fit. I mean, I love eating all kinds of things, and you," he continued, wrinkling his nose. "You can only cook noodles, and don't get me started on the... You get what I mean, right? Here's 200,000 dollars. Think of it as a compensation for the time we've spent together."

Irene Xiao sat on the side of the road, hands gripping over the edges of the pavement as she thought back to the moment he broke her heart. She took another swig of the beer she was holding, sniffling.

What the heck happened?

She remembered how in love she and Jonny Jiang were. They had been together for three years. Except for her body of course, she was willing to give everything to him. But what happened? She just got dumped!

Irene Xiao wailed.

However, it was only right that he did so...at least. Jonny Jiang's parents were government officials, and his family background was outstanding to say the least. As for her, her mother had a lowly job, and she had an equally troublesome sister.

They had different social statuses, so maybe it was just right that they broke up.

But still...

She blinked back the tears, wiping the ones that slipped down her cheeks.

Why the hell was he like this?

She remembered how much he loved her noodles, and how he'd said that he'd eat them for days if he wanted to. He'd even said that they'd go through all of his parent's disapproval and her family's background. "It'll be all right," he'd said, wrapping his arms around her.

It took three years for all those words to go to waste.

One can never really trust a man's word.

Her heart clenched. As much as she tried to hold back her tears, the barriers around her started to break. She found herself sobbing in the streets.

'200,000 dollars! As if that could buy back the time I wasted on you!' Irene Xiao thought, taking another swig of her bottle.

It couldn't,

but she found herself taking it out of cold blood in the end.

'This is my money anyway.

Wasting my time on that asshole!'

Just as she took another sip, a car stopped at the side of the road a few meters behind her.

Seeing the woman in such a state, Aaron Zhao wanted to open the door only to be stopped by Jackson Jiang.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jackson Jiang's voice was as cold as ice.

"I think I know what I'm doing," he replied, without a care in the world.

"You're declaring war on the Zhao Family if you did this," Jackson Jiang warned. "Consider that carefully. Do you really think that woman's worth it?"

"The Zhao Family is not worth mentioning at this point. And as for if she's worth it or not, I guess that's up to me, isn't it?"

Without another word, he swiftly opened the door and got out of the car. He strode over the pavements, bending down on Irene Xiao who was already very intoxicated at that point.

Carl Cheng snorted. He was sitting on the backseat the whole time, watching the scene unfold under his eyes. "I guess it's a start for love," he yawned out.

Jackson Jiang sniffed, "Love? Only the dead would believe that."

Aaron Zhao sat beside her. Seeing her in such a state, he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. 'She must really love that jerk.'

"Are you all right?"

Hearing his voice, Irene Xiao raised her head in a daze, only to see her favorite actor. She blinked, shaking her head rapidly.

"Damn it!" she yelled outright, looking at him again only to see a familiar face. 'Jonny?

What is he doing here? Does he want to get back together? Or to make fun of me?'

she thought, scrambling backwards as if she just saw a ghost. Whatever it was, it was time to act fast!

She wiped her nose with the back of her sleeve. "Let me tell you, Jonny. I'm a very beautiful woman. If you want to take me back today, do it, if not I'll be taken away by another," she snapped, drawling out word per word.

Irene Xiao was already in such a daze. "I'm telling the truth! You have no idea how popular I am with the men." Aaron Zhao reeled back in disgust.

His forehead throbbed. He didn't know what was so good about Jonny Jiang that she wasn't able to give him up! Even in such a drunken daze, she still thought of him.

"Who am I?" he said calmly, trying to keep it together.

How ridiculous was this! Of course, she'd see Jonny Jiang!

She scowled. "Do you miss me?"

Before Aaron Zhao could respond, she continued, "I know you do, but you can't say it because of your dignity. Just admit it, Jonny. You still have me in your heart! Am I right?"

Aaron gazed at her, simply speechless at her choice of words.

He'd never met someone so full of herself.

"Irene, Jonny has left you," he said as slowly as he could, with hopes that these words could resonate in her mind. "But I...I can consider making you my girlfriend–"

Bang!

Before he could finish, Irene collapsed into his lap in a pale drunken mess.

Aaron scrunched his nose, looking at the half can of beer she was holding and his already drenched trousers, coated by her saliva. He found himself regretting not listening to Jackson.

He carried her carefully back to the car. Without warning, he opened the rear door and threw her in. In shock, Carl Cheng didn't have time to move, making Irene's head hit his vital part of the body. "Shit!" he cursed, wincing. "Do you want to kill me, man?"

Aaron snorted. "The least you can do is stay still. With how many women you were flirting with, it'd be better if that thing was cut off."

Carl smiled peevishly, pushing Irene's head away. "For a guy, you're pretty stiff. I'm simply comforting them, not flirting."

Aaron didn't bother to respond to his words. Instead, he turned to Jackson. "To the Caesar Hotel."

Before Jackson started the car, he stared at Aaron seriously. "I still hope you'll consider this. You can play with the woman, but if you're really serious with this...you'll be in trouble."

Carl added to this, "Shouldn't you be happy? If Aaron really loves the girl, then he isn't the cold-hearted idiot he seems to be. Even if he gets hurt in the end, isn't that better than being so unfeeling?"

Aaron turned away. "Just drive."

Jackson stared at Aaron before sighing and starting the car. They'd been friends for more than ten years, and even then, he knew that he'd done everything he could to convince him otherwise.

Aaron was different than most people. His face was always guarded, and what he wanted, he always seemed to get.

When they finally arrived at the Caesar Hotel, Aaron asked them to go back home before turning inside with Irene fast asleep in his arms.

"You think Aaron finally fell in love?" Carl was the first one to bring it up, jumping on his seat.

"The guy's a total wild card. Who knows?"

In the hotel,

Aaron carried Irene directly into the room. Once they arrived, he set her on the sofa and casted a stern glance at her state. He frowned.

"Is this really all worth it for just one man?" he murmured.

As if she heard him, she quickly sprung up from her seat.

Through her disheveled hair, she could see a face of a striking young man.

She blinked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. Was she that hurt that all she was seeing was an imaginary man to fill the void in her heart?

Aaron was just as confused as she was. "Are you all right?" he questioned.

Irene licked her lips. He'd be a fine distraction.

She staggered up, walking towards him and swaying her hips as sexily as she could. She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to her face. "Hey, handsome," she purred. "What's your name?"

Aaron wrinkled his nose. He could smell alcohol on her!

"I...

I am available right now. If you need a woman, I can give you everything you want!"

Normally, Aaron would've slapped a woman outright for suggesting such a thing. However, this was Irene. She was different.

He tried to take Irene's hands off of him, but she was so strong that he couldn't get rid of her no matter how much he tried.

"Irene, let go of me!" he commanded to no avail.

"Why? You threw yourself at me, remember? Why should I let go? I've lost one duck. I'll never let another one go!"

"Duck?"

Aaron rolled his eyes exasperatedly. How drunk was she that she'd started to use another metaphor?

As he was in the process of shoving her away, she did the inevitable and threw up all over him!

It took a few seconds for him to process what was happening before he started to push her away.

Now that he recalled that very moment, he couldn't help but laugh at his own stupidity.

Irene, holding his hand, told him another story. "Honey," she started. "Do you know that dogs pee on the tree roots to let other dogs know that it's their territory?"

Aaron snorted. "What are you trying to say?"

Irene snickered. "You're the root!"

"Then I guess you're the dog." He smiled back.

After changing Irene's dirty clothes, Aaron suddenly had the urge to vomit himself as he struggled to clean up the filth on his own clothing. Once he was finally finished, he returned back to the room only to see that the woman had vanished!

He scanned the perimeters, even behind the curtains only to see that there was absolutely no trace of the woman.

'How can she vanish like that?'

As he was wondering where she could be, a fabric flew towards him and landed right on his head.

When he grabbed it to take a look, his face paled and flushed at the same time. He didn't even know if that was possible!

It was a pair of lacy underwear.

As he turned around, Irene was leaning against the wall and gazing at him lustfully.

"Where did you come from?" he demanded.

When she pointed at the armoire next to her, his face darkened.

"And why did you hide there just now?"

Irene only beamed, bouncing around. "I wanted to give you a surprise!" She threw her hands up into the air like a little kid.

"A surprise?"

"A surprise!" Irene jumped onto the bed, stepping on the cushions with ease. Without another word, she erupted into a song.

Her voice echoed throughout the room. For a drunk woman, her voice was just unacceptable!

Aaron found himself at a loss for words.

He threw the underwear onto the carpets, glowering at her 'This girl deserves a good beating!'

"Irene, shut up now or I swear I'll–"

However, his words were merely drowned out by her singing.

Seeing as there was no other choice, Aaron quickly dragged her off the bed. Being drained from the constant jumping, Irene clung to him like a lazy cat.

The silky pajamas that adorned her clung to her body perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places.

In fact, as Aaron closely stared at her, she also had a pretty face and smooth skin. Any man who'd seen her this way would never be able to resist such temptation.

Before he found himself being tempted any more, he carried her back to bed and covered her with a quilt. As he was about to leave, Irene seized his hand.

"Don't leave me alone," she whined. "I'm so cold."

Normally, if this were any other person, Aaron would've already left her alone, but this was Irene. His heart always seemed to soften whenever she was around.

As he was about to respond, he found that she was already fast asleep.

'She did suggested it,' he thought to himself. Maybe it was time to get rid of a few rigid principles he kept to himself from time to time.

Aaron slipped into the quilt with her.

As he was about to doze off,

Irene wrapped one of her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He pushed her away, annoyed by the intention, but she only seemed to have taken this as another encouragement by wrapping her arms around his waist again.

Annoyed, Aaron had half of his mind to tell her off, but as he turned around, Irene was already snuggling in his arms like a cat.

Seeing as she kicked the quilt off of her, she must've been settling in his warmth alone.

Aaron should've been bothered by this, but at such close contact, his heart skipped a beat.

He held the delicate girl in his arms, and even in such a cold night, he couldn't help but feel warm.

Even with many moments of ecstasy, he never felt this happy in such a long time.

Irene truly did trust him.

Aaron slowly pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Irene," he whispered, his breath fanning her neck. "Let's get married."

She giggled. "Okay."

He smiled cunningly, closing his eyes. "You can't go back on that, Irene," he said. "But I'll make sure you'll never regret the decision you made today."