My Sweet Rival

City T, at the airport.

A huge crowd was making a lot of noise at the exit of security check for international arrival.

Shirley looked serious, standing in the crowd, with her hands dropping near her thighs and her face a little rounded. She was staring at the exit of security check, with her long eyelashes flying up and down like two butterflies ready to take off. With her porcelain-liked skin which may break by breath and touch, she, quite disturbed as she was, pouted her ruby lips and frowned.

"No, not this one."

"This one's lips are too thick."

"Well, this one's beard is too long."

Her mouth opened and closed at intervals, muttering some comments. When every man came out of the exit, she would judge them and give her opinions as if she was picking out a date! That's right--she was indeed choosing a date, someone to kiss!

Yet, she was quite annoyed for the fact that there was no man pleasant to her eyes.

Now what? How to make a video without a man who was tolerable?

Suddenly, Shirley felt excited, with light flashing in her eyes and her pupil shrinking. She couldn't help squinting, with the corner of her mouth going up a bit. That was the man!

It was a man walking out from the exit who was super hot.

Apparently, he was over 1.85 meters; a well-ironed suit fit him well, which displayed his alluring shape and straight slender legs in particular. His hair was light maroon, trimmed even on both sides; his slightly-long bang was dragged askew onto the big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. His nose was straight and a little aquiline. Thus, he looked very bossy, with his thin lips pressed into a straight line and the corner of his mouth sneaked up, which showed a dreadful momentum without anger.

Shirley, with her heart thumping violently, squeezed her fists and walked toward him with courage.

"Hello." Shirley smiled at the handsome man.

Carlos didn't see the man who was supposed to pick him up, after he got off the plane. He was going to call the man and check if anything happened when he saw a little girl standing in front of him. With his sunglasses on, he glanced at her faintly and asked, "Do you know where James...? "

Carlos couldn't finish his question when something unexpected happened!

Shirley suddenly tiptoed to put her arms around his neck and pull him down. She said with a fragrant breath, "Please help me and kiss me. Come on, just 30 seconds, 30 seconds is all right."

While she was talking, she pulled her smart phone from her pocket, turned on the selfie mode and put her pinky lips on those of Carlos, with her phone on one hand and Carlos on the other hand.

Four lips were put together, just touching, simple and nothing else...

Carlos who was kissed off guard raised his eyebrows a little. What was happening? Was he kissed by force on the very first day of his arrival at City T? Were girls nowadays so frivolous? Were they willing to make a video about it?

Nevertheless, this girl tasted good, and her chubby lips made him eager to keep on.

In a moment, Carlos controlled the kiss by holding Shirley's back tight with his hands and pulling her to his chest. He slightly opened his mouth to contain her lips, with a touch of peach, soft and elastic, just like the jelly.

More enjoyment...Carlos found himself addicted to the kiss and eager to break through her teeth with his tongue.

As the situation changed too fast, Shirley tried to break free in panic. What was happening? What was the man doing?"

"Stop, um..."

Shirley kept patting Carlos's shoulder, slipping her phone to the ground.

Carlos continued to kiss further into her mouth greedily.

"Uh, stop..." Shirley was anxious, with her eyes turning red; she wanted to break free, yet her body was confined by him. She could even feel his strong chest underneath the shirt despite the thin clothes between them. Her mouth was brimming over with the strange breath exclusively belonging to a male.

In panic, Shirley opened her mouth and bit Carlos, spreading traces of blood in their mouths.

"Ah!" Carlos signed and ended the kiss.

Shirley raised her hand toward Carlos and tried to slap him. Eagle-eyed as he was, he firmly caught her wrist.

"Well? Do you want to bite me and slap me after kissing me?" Carlos who was wearing the sunglasses looked at Shirley, with a snarky tone.

Shirley, with her face flushing, stared at Carlos angrily, with the tears in her eyes at the edge of bursting, "You...are a hooligan!"

"Hooligan?" Carlos sneered, with his hands containing Shirley, "You can't make up things. The airport is equipped with security cameras. In fact, you came to me first and hugged me for a kiss."

"..."Shirley, pouting her lips, was speechless. Yes, it was she who wanted a kiss, but he was the one who made it a French kiss.

Carlos, having guessed her thought, hung up a lip smile, "Little girl, haven't kissed before? Was it your first kiss? You thought lips on lips counts for a kiss, but what we did just now...that was a genuine kiss."

"Humph!" Shirley didn't know how to argue, because obviously she was taken advantage of by him, and her reasons didn't stand a chance. So, she shouted, "Let go of me!"

"Let you go? How will you settle the debt of kissing me against my will?" Carlos was in an unexpected mood of interest, finding that this girl was quite interesting. It had been a long time since he lost any interest in a woman!

"What...what do you want from me? You are the one taking advantage of me!" Shirley kept struggling. Unfortunately, Carlos's arms were solid like iron bucket from which she couldn't break free.

"What's your name?" Carlos lowered his head and put his lips near hers, as if he was going to kiss her again.

Shirley was so scared that her face turned pale. Then, she raised her foot swiftly to kick Carlos's lower body.

"Ah!" Carlos, feeling the pain, lost his control of Shirley.

Shirley seized the chance and ran away. Seeing Carlos was lowering his body due to the pain, she felt a little guilty and shouted, "Don't blame me! It's because of what you did to me! I'm defending myself. I didn't kick you furiously."

"Bad girl!" Carlos cursed with rage, watching Shirley run far away. His gorgeous face crumpled together in agony, "Bad girl, I'll find you!"

Shirley who had gone in the blink of an eye couldn't hear his curse.

"Third Master."

Carlos's bodyguards finally came. They who had found him in a bad mood, stood aside respectfully, with fear on their faces. Only his special assistant, James, dared to walk close to him.

"Third Master, are you all right?" James was confused. He was a little late, and meanwhile, Carlos seemed to have been attacked by someone. Who dared to strike Carlos? Who had the guts to strike and harm him?

Carlos who couldn't explain what had happened, had no choice but to swallow his rage.

"Head out!"

Suddenly, he lowered his sight at the phone on the ground, which belonged to the girl who had left. He picked it up, which gave him a high spirit.

It was on the way back to the dormitory when Shirley found her phone lost.

This was a big loss.

Such crazy things weren't for her!

She was unhappy when Senior she had a crush on had a girlfriend. So, she announced that she had a boyfriend and they were immersed in passionate kiss. However, the classmates pushed her to show them a video of kissing! She, anxious as she was, worked out a solution--find a guy randomly and kiss him.

The airport was perfect, with a large flow of people. It would be better to kiss a stranger because after the kiss they wouldn't see each other again. Therefore, no one would be embarrassed.

Hence, the scene she extended her kiss to Carlos happened at the airport.

However, what happened later made it clear that she suffered a lot. She clenched her fists and put a curse on Carlos!

Her best friend Dorsey had waited her for a long time in the dorm, "You are back! Your beloved Senior will host a party. Will you attend it?"

"Yes, sure! Wait for me!"

Shirley got dressed quickly and went to "Caesar" with Dorsey in a hurry.

"Caesar", as the top entertainment club in City T, was a heaven of lights, music and drinks. The expense was quite high, and Shirley's Senior couldn't afford it. However, his girlfriend was the payer tonight.

This was the reason why Dorsey detested Senior, because he was teasing Shirley for fun.

The classmates hung out all day, and everyone could figure out that Shirley liked her Senior-Max. Max, also knew that, yet he maintained such an ambiguous relationship with Shirley-friend or lover? He never took a stand.

Recently, Max suddenly announced that he fell in love with a girl whose family was supposed to be one of the top tycoons in City T. Shirley was kicked away by him.

Once Shirley and Dorsey set foot in the private room, their friends shouted, "Shirley, video, video, the video of passionate kiss!"

"My phone fell on the floor and was broken during the shooting, as our kiss was too passionate." Shirley, innocent as she was, shrugged her shoulder. She wasn't lying, since it was the truth indeed.

"Boo...No video. No need to lie. Just admit it." Her friends broke up in a hubbub.

As soon as Shirley walked in, she saw Max cuddling with his girlfriend, although she didn't get a clear picture of his girlfriend due to the dim light. The girl seemed to be a lady from a prestigious family, whereas she was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, which made her quite depressed.

Thinking that she was no match with the rival, Shirley quietly went to the corner.

"Shirley, you are here!"

Max brought his girlfriend over and sat down with Shirley.

"Senior." Shirley put up a smile to greet them, incredibly bitter in her heart. Having a crush on him for so many years, she washed his clothes, brought him take-outs, saved a seat at the study room for him and did other things, except for clarifying that they were in a relationship, kissing and having sex.

Max introduced Shirley to his girlfriend, "This is who I told you about, my fellow student."

"Um." The woman sniffed and glanced at Shirley with contempt.

"Max, I'm hungry. Take me over there for some food." The woman said to Max in a sugary voice, leaning on him, as if she had no bones in her body.

Max agreed repeatedly and walked away with the woman.

Shirley who couldn't help shivering picked up a glass of drink on the table and poured it into her throat. Ah, it was a glass of wine, so spicy.

Shirley who couldn't hold much liquor would get drunk after drinking a bit. Soon, she felt dizzy, with her body getting hot. She stood up and pulled the door open, heading to the restroom, in order to wash herself up with some cold water.

Getting drunk, Shirley who was unable to see everything clearly stumbled into the restroom.

With her mind in a tangle, she didn't feel odd when she saw somebody standing and peeing. She asked foolishly, "Why is the faucet not working? Doesn't it have sensors?" She put her hand in the sink for a while, but no water came down.

The guy stood near her was irritated.

Carlos never expected that he would meet the girl who "kissed" him again here, in a short period. She looked so drunk that she couldn't tell the difference of ladies' room and men's room. What's more, he was peeing with his fly down at present...

"Well, here has some water."Hearing the water running down, Shirley twisted her head towards his dick.

"You!" Carlos was flying into rage! Was he sexually harassed?

Shirley came closer and stared at his dick up and down, murmuring, "How strange the faucet is?"

Shit! What was so strange? All the men's dicks looked alike! Of course, his was bigger and thicker.

"Have you finished scrutinizing me?" Under such circumstances, Carlos couldn't finish his business even he had the need. He pulled up the zipper of his pants with angry looks, seized the wrist of Shirley, and dragged her into the stall.

"What, what are you doing?" Shirley, dizzy as she was, had no clue of what was going on and tried to break free. She got weak after drinking alcohol, saying, "Let go of me! Who are you? Why are you holding me..."

"Bang!" The stall's door was shut. Carlos pushed Shirley against the wall and lowered his head to catch her muttering lips.

"Huh..." Shirley, driven by alcohol, felt so comfortable that she made a sound and enclosed Carlos's neck with her arms naturally.

That move set him on fire. Carlos was very adept and aggressive during the kiss. Apparently, kiss wasn't enough, and this nameless girl in front of him incited his sex desire. His body was burning all over.

"Enjoy it?"

Carlos asked Shirley about her feelings when sucking her lip.

"Ah!" Shirley was completely drunk, having no idea of what she was doing or saying.

"More enjoyment?" Carlos was pretty straightforward. For him, she, having kissed a stranger in public at the airport, must be an open girl.

"Hah hah...yes!" Shirley turned herself over.

Carlos raised his arms and held Shirley tight. Then, he walked out of the restroom and told James, who was standing outside, "Get a room ready, now."

The special elevator took them to the VIP guest room, and Shirley was held all the way by Carlos.

Carlos put Shirley on the bed, trying to take off his coat, but Shirley was clinging to him and started crying, "Senior, where are you going? Don't go. Please hug me again and kiss me, as what you did before. "

Carlos froze. Damn, why would she call "Senior" when seeking sex with him?

"Alas, Senior, why don't you like me? What's wrong with me? My breasts are not big? Or My butt is not perky?"

Carlos was mad, with his narrow eyes brimming over with anger. He roared at her impatiently, "How would I know?"

"If you don't know, let me show you."

Shirley was crying and talking; meanwhile, she started to undress herself by taking her T-shirt off, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.

Carlos looked more excited, since he didn't expect that the girl, thin as she was, was in fact quite plump with curves!

Shirley took Carlos's hand and put it on her body, "Senior, feel it. I'm not lying. I got the whole package."

"Damn it! Who is your Senior?" Carlos had to admit that the feel of touch on his hand was amazing, but man's dignity made him shout, "Girl, look carefully! I'm not your Senior. I'm going to be your man."

Carlos cupped Shirley's face in his hands, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

Shirley was drunk. Her eyes were blurry, giving out a childish air full of enchantment. Such a complex sex was irresistible. She stared at Carlos and melted into a pool of water in his embrace in which Carlos was going to drown.

"Look carefully. Who am I?"

Enveloped in the dim light, Carlos's handsome and profound facial features were fully exposed; his deep and passionate eyes were spilling over with a momentum of arrogance.

"Who are you?" Shirley felt giddy, realizing that this man might not be Senior.

"Carlos. Remember, I'm Carlos."

"Ca... Carlos." Shirley repeated his name obediently.

With the surge at dark night, the clothes were rudely torn apart and thrown away; the room was brimming over with charm and romance...

The next day, in the morning.

Shirley woke up in a daze. She moved her body gently and felt the soreness all over. "Err..." She found her voice hoarse and her throat painful after spitting out one word. Then, she looked down, feeling a strong arm around her waist.

Shirley was confused, turning to the owner of the arm and seeing a completely-strange man!

"Ah..."

Shirley jumped up and covered her ears, with her scream traveling through entertainment club.

Carlos was woken by her scream. He flinched his eyelids and opened his eyes slowly. He said impatiently, with his eyebrows raised, "What are you doing? Too loud!"

"Who, who, who are you?" Shirley grabbed the quilt to cover her body.

As a result, the quilt was covered all over her body, which left Carlos's enviable body out in the open. His light maroon hair was fluffy, the light yellow skin had smooth texture, and all the way down from strong pectoral muscles were 8 clear-shaped abdominal muscles and sexy Apollo's Belt. Lastly, the mysterious spot making her blushing and heart beating...

"Ah!" Shirley squeaked while covering her eyes, with her cheek warmed up rapidly.

Her heart was racing, yet she couldn't stop praising that this man was so handsome. Did she have the so-called one-night stand with this super handsome man?

"Ha!" Carlos sneered. He took Shirley's hand and pulled her toward him. Then, she rolled beneath him again. They were absolutely naked and open to each other. He asked, "Am I good-looking?"

Carlos's lips moved from Shirley's forehead, eyebrows, eyes and all the way down, sometimes a little peck, sometimes a hard kiss. The strange tremble made Shirley frightened.

"..." Shirley raised her leg to kick Carlos, wondering what he was doing.

Carlos reached out his hand and caught her ankle quickly. He said, with a wicked laugh hung at the corner of his mouth, "Well, want to kick me again? You've got one move only?"

"Let me go!" Shirley was captivated. She stared at Carlos to show her irritation.

Carlos raised his jaw; his Adam's apple rolled, which formed a beautiful arc. The green stubble made him a little wild and much more charming. He said, " It's your fault. Each time you say 'no, let me go.', but actually you mean'yes'. You're more enthusiastic than anyone else. "

What did he mean by saying 'each time'? Shirley was confused. Had she encountered this handsome guy before? No way. If she had encountered such a handsome man, she would definitely remember him.

Shirley was no fool, but she forgot that time they met at the airport. The sunglasses on Carlos's face prevented her from seeing his true face.

"Let go of me! I will attend classes!"

Shirley's struggling was nothing compared to Carlos's power. Instead, she felt more sore. Thus, she, powerless as she was, gave up.

After the sex last night, Carlos was more eager to get Shirley. Moreover, the physical fit was a kind of fate, which could be met not seek. For Carlos, he and Shirley, like a key and a lock, were perfect together.

He, obsessed with this kind of physical fit, was determined to get this girl!

"What's your name? How old are you? Which school are you from?" Carlos asked a string of questions when he held Shirley in his arms and pinched her fingers.

"Ha ha...", Shirley laughed stiffly. They didn't know each other's names. It was no doubt a one-night stand! She answered, "Jeanne, 20 years old, Art University." Among these answers, none of them were true except for her age.

"All right. Remember, I'm Carlos.", Carlos lowered his head to kiss Shirley on her neck and then stood up, asking, "Do you want to take a shower? Together?"

"No, you first." Shirley made a respectful gesture.

Carlos accepted it and went into the bathroom.

Shirley quickly climbed up, put on her clothes and checked out the room: so luxurious with a living room and a kitchen! How much did it cost for one night? Then she opened up her wallet to search for cash. It was only 300 yuan, and she doubted whether it was enough.

One-night stand was supposed to be paid separately, right? Nevertheless, Shirley wanted to preserve her dignity. Since she wasn't forced into this affair, it was necessary to go Dutch, or she would be regarded as a street girl.

Shirley left 300 yuan on the table, and wrote on the hotel note, "Let's go Dutch! Sorry, but I have only 300 yuan, which is half of my monthly allowance. It's all yours. If it's not enough, you pay a little more, because you are a man. Also, your technique is good. I had fun last night! "

Yours, Jeanne.

Having left the note, Shirley ducked low and tiptoed out of the room, and then ran away like a gust of wind.

When Carlos finished the shower and went out all wet, she had gone far away from the entertainment club. When he saw the words on the note, he got angry, "Ha..." His chest, fluctuating slightly, made an absurd laughter.

"How daring the girl is! What? Go Dutch? I had never slept with a woman and gone Dutch with her!" He thought.

"James!"

Carlos opened the door, and James stood respectfully at the door and answered, "Third Master."

"Did you see the woman clearly? "

"Yes, I saw her, but didn't you let her go?" James saw Shirley leaving, but he didn't stop her, because he thought she got Carlos's approval.