Our Secret

The twin (2)

It was surely called confusion, what Yunlan thought he felt in the moment, under the shower in his bath. It was raw, sex, anger, and moreover, it was disgusting. Water pouring on his head, flowing through his body, it did not wash away the anger nor the disgust. "Ahhh..." he thought. "Xiao Wei, I'm damn serious about our still not established relationship and the promise I made. Ok, I'm perverted, but not a jerk, well maybe a jerk. Oh, that's not the point. I love Xiao Wei, I love him. So, no man, no human can attract me. I can't be attracted. That Luo Fusheng. The way he looked directly into my eyes." Yunlan swallowed, his throat dry. "His pink lips, his Adam's apple. Oh my God, his thin lips, his chest peeked through the black silk fabric. The way he walks and talks, everything pulls Yunlan to hell. And his body actually likes it. Adrenaline rushes through his system. It stimulates the sensation in his lower region. Yunlan is angry at his body; he is getting irritated with himself. His lower region needs attention. Come on, Xiao Wei, help me." His breath became rapid, the speed of his hand had become faster. "Xiao Wei, ahh... Xiao Wei," he chanted in between his breaths, his wild imagination going even wilder. Then came the release, old and wild. With that, all his confusion washed away. He hadn't known how wrong he was. He was overly confident; he underestimated Fusheng.

Early in the morning, the lady who normally cleaned his room faced the first splash of anger. Yunlan made a fuss about his dirty and untidy room. When the room was perfectly fine, as the woman did all her jobs properly. Then he couldn't find a single piece of clothing that suited him. After that, the lady cooked in the kitchen. The breakfast was as usual, but he found one dish saltier, another one sweeter, and another one spicier, and the water was cold. All the servants looked at each other. What happened to their employer? The always good boss had turned into an angry monster. The butler was assigned to dismiss all of them. The old man was caught off guard. The driver heard his employer using slang for the first time. In the office, he shouted at the head of every department. It was only his second day in the office, and the employees watched a very different CEO, as if he was a completely different person, or perhaps the previous day was just a fake display. One of the female employees, who was very young and innocent, surviving in this world seemed like a miracle, whispered to her colleague when the CEO was nearby, "The handsome CEO must have had a fight with his girlfriend and is venting his frustration on us." The CEO of the group heard it clearly and finally tried to control his immature actions.

He took his seat, grabbed an unattended file, and roamed through his mind, which was now in a mess. It had happened at night, and he knew for sure that he was not at fault, he was just a victim. He had had a dream, a wild one, although he might consider it a nightmare. He dreamt of making out with a man, and it was good, it was his Xiao Wei, and he had been enjoying it until the man changed into Luo Fusheng. That feeling of disgust penetrated him to the core. Self-hatred began to consume him. He longed to regain his sanity and, above all, desired to return to Wei, the shy professor who was afraid to fully embrace their connection.

Yunlan had been busy for the past few days. The batch of missing heroin had made him restless. It was unclear who had taken it, as every gang seemed to be searching for it. After almost three weeks, an informant had a clue about a hotel where she was working. Yunlan decided to personally visit the storeroom.

A tall man walked out fromthe back door. His long legs carried him in quick and long strides, clearly in a hurry. Wearing a mechanic's uniform and carrying a toolbox, his face was partially obscured by a cap of the same color. He entered through the employee corridor, took the stairs, and went directly to the third floor, where he suspected the goods might be found. It was early in the morning, and he only encountered one sweeper along the way. Yunlan placed the toolbox on the floor,opened it, and pulled out a bunch of keys and lock-picking tools. Carefully selecting a small key, he approached the lock, listened intently, and inserted the key with a subtle wiggling motion. The latch clicked open, revealing a dim storeroom filled with wine crates. Rack after rack, crate after crate of red wine, but nothing else. Yunlan felt disappointed, and then he heard the sound of a door opening. Oh, shit, someone was coming. He hurriedly stashed his toolbox inside one of the crates and hid in the narrow space between them.