Chapter 1 My Fiancé Doesn't Want to Make Love with Me

"Ah, no, it's too deep."

My name was Emily Johnson.

In the dimly lit bedroom, James Smith's eyes were burning with desire as he pressed down on me, his big hands gripping my neck, thrusting like a madman. I felt like I was falling apart, my arms and legs weakly wrapped around him.

James got even more intense, calling my name over and over, "Does it feel good, Emily? Emily, Emily..."

When he finally came, I couldn't help but cry out. But when I opened my eyes, I realized I was alone in bed. It was just a dream.

I could hear voices coming from the balcony. Who was James talking to this late at night?

I quietly got out of bed, tiptoed to the balcony, and used the curtain as cover, pressing my ear against it.

James had the speaker on, and his friend Michael Johnson was on the other end, practically shouting, "I don't believe you haven't slept with Emily. She's gorgeous, and you two share a bed. Any guy would find it hard to resist!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I held my breath, waiting for James's response.

His voice was cold and indifferent, "Do you want to sleep with her?"

Michael laughed, "Are you kidding? I wouldn't mess with your girl. I just think it's a shame for you. You're about to get married and haven't done it yet."

James said, "It's not that she doesn't want to; it's that I don't want to."

Michael asked, "Why?"

I thought to myself, 'Why?'

Michael and I asked at the same time, but while his voice was loud, mine was silent.

I heard James chuckle, "She moved into my house when she was ten. I watched her grow up. Do you get that?"

"You mean you can't get it up for her, right?" Michael laughed heartily on the other end.

But my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. So, to James, I was a woman he couldn't get hard for. Then what did his care for me over the past ten years mean?

Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. A pair of large hands gently touched my face.

James's voice was gentle, "Emily, what's wrong?"

Through my tear-filled eyes, I could still see his handsome features. I avoided his hand, steadied my emotions, and spoke, "Are you sure you want to marry a woman you can't get hard for?"

James frowned, raised his hand to ruffle my hair, and chuckled, "Did you hear my call with Michael? Men all have their pride. If he knew I couldn't bear to sleep with you, he'd laugh at me with our other friends for the rest of my life."

I still felt uneasy, "Aren't we getting married soon? Why are you reluctant to sleep with me?"

"Because I want you to be the happiest and most perfect bride in the world. I want to save your most beautiful and pure side for our wedding night." He said, gently kissing my forehead.

James was the most handsome guy I'd ever seen. When I first met him at ten years old, I was blown away by his looks.

Right now, looking at his affectionate expression, even though I had just heard him tell Michael that I didn't turn him on, his kiss still made me wet quickly.

"James," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck, wanting to kiss his sexy lips.

The scenes from my dream kept haunting me, making me want him even more.

In the past, I had asked James for kisses, but each time he would only lightly touch my lips. If my tongue tried to pry open his teeth, he would immediately push me away and playfully distract me.

But maybe my tears just now made James feel guilty, because this time he surprisingly didn't push me away.

My tongue finally pried open his neat, white teeth, but before I could kiss him deeply, his phone buzzed, and I saw his eyes instantly refocus.

His hand was still on my waist, but his eyes were already on his phone, and I noticed a flash of joy in his eyes.

Out of a woman's intuition, I knew this joy was definitely not because of me.

I angrily said, "You can't even focus on kissing, James. Do you even like me at all?"

He chuckled, "How could I not like you? When you were little, didn't I always give you the snacks you liked? When you grew up and wanted to lose weight, didn't I personally make your vegetable salads? And this necklace, I made it myself."

His hand brushed over the necklace on my neck, making my whole body tremble.

I wanted him to make love to me forcefully, like in my dream.

But his hand quickly moved away, and he walked towards the door, saying, "Don't say I don't like you anymore. I'm going to line up to buy your favorite cake right now."

I watched his quickly disappearing figure and the closed door, feeling like a joke, burning up.

I bet he just used that as an excuse and wanted to avoid having sex with me. He probably wanted to go out and hook up with someone else!

Thinking about that mysterious phone call, I felt a surge of unease.

I waited for James until I fell asleep again. When I woke up, I found myself still on the couch with the bright daylight streaming through the windows. The early morning chill made me shiver.

I felt even more disheartened. Holding onto that sliver of hope for him was a mistake.

There was a noise at the door, and I suddenly stood up, saying, "James, I've had enough!"

James tried to comfort me, "Emily, I'm sorry. There were too many people in line at the cake shop. I didn't get the last cake, but I brought you breakfast on the way back. Don't be mad, come and have breakfast."

I couldn't help but sneeze and turned back to my room. He followed me, gently knocking on the door. I ignored him and kept changing my clothes, getting ready to go out.

"Emily, stop acting like a child," James said with a tone of reproach.

Hearing that made me even angrier. Did he really see me as a child?

I called out, "James, I'm already twenty years old, and we're about to get married! You're not much older than me. I hope you can redefine our relationship."

"Alright, whatever you say," James nodded with a smile, but I could clearly sense his perfunctory attitude.

James continued, "I'll drive you. Take the breakfast with you and eat it on the way. How will you have energy for work if you don't eat?"

I glanced at him, then at the time on my phone, and silently complied. As I opened the car door, I caught a faint scent that disappeared before I could identify it. I closed the car door expressionlessly and moved to sit in the back.

The passenger seat had just been occupied by another woman, and now he was driving me. Thinking about the possibility of them having passionate sex in the passenger seat made me feel uncomfortable all over. That was really enough.

Just then, James asked, "Didn't you always love sitting in my passenger seat? If you don't, the passenger seat will miss you!"

He was trying to coax me, and I looked at him quietly. I thought to myself, 'Does he always think I'm a gullible child who believes everything an adult says?'

I bit my lip, restraining myself from saying, "It's not that I don't want to sit in your passenger seat; I want to have sex with you in your passenger seat."

"You're so cute even when you're silent. It's such a pleasure to drive you to and from work!" He continued with his little tricks.

I looked at his phone, and the screen lit up. If it weren't for the car's display, I wouldn't have known someone was calling him.

Why did he put it on silent mode? Or maybe he was afraid I'd call and ruin his plans last night, and he forgot to switch it back.

He didn't answer the call, just sent a message.

James said, "The car is about to start. Have you buckled up?"

The screen lit up again, and this time the other person replied.

James was driving a bit fast and didn't even drop me off at the company entrance. He said, "Just a five-minute walk from here. It's easier to back up here."

"James," I called his name, but he was looking at the traffic light not far away.

I sighed, got out of the car, and walked away.

"Walk slowly in those high heels!" He didn't forget to remind me, but this superficial concern couldn't comfort me at this moment.

He didn't like me eating in his car, yet I saw cookie crumbs inside.

From the moment his phone screen lit up, his distraction was obvious. Who was he in such a hurry to see? That woman from last night? They had only been apart for a moment, and he was already chomping at the bit?

James's distraction affected my work.

Another sneeze brought me back to reality and drew concern from my colleagues. "You don't look well. Take a leave and go home early. It's okay to leave work ahead of time."

I hesitated, then put on a mask to avoid spreading my cold to my colleagues.

My phone lit up, and my best friend Sophia Brown had just sent a message, along with one from James a few minutes ago, saying he couldn't pick me up.

It seemed that woman really made him so happy he didn't want to come home.

I picked up my phone and opened Sophia's message, asking her: [Are you on duty tonight?]

Sophia: [Your boyfriend isn't keeping you company? Want me to?]

Since I started dating James, I had less time to see Sophia.

I asked: [Can you come out or not?]

Sophia never stood me up. Even if I wanted to have a drink by the river, she'd come with me.

Sophia joked, "Already turning to alcohol to drown your sorrows? Did James break your heart?"

I said, "I asked for a breakup, and I mean it."

Sophia laughed, "Then break up! I can immediately add you to a group with many handsome guys. Post a photo, and whether they're rich or gentle young men, you'll have them all!"

Her tone made me laugh, and after a tense day, I finally relaxed a bit.

I was attractive, and I had had many admirers since I was young. If I hadn't always liked James, I would have at least given some of those handsome guys a second look.

"Then I'll call James right now and break up!" I reached into my bag for my phone, and Sophia watched me, seemingly in disbelief.

I stood up abruptly, ready to dump everything out of my bag, when a frisbee hit me on the head.

I clutched my forehead in pain and saw a large dog pounce on me.

As I fell to the ground, Sophia screamed and then scolded the guy not far away, "Didn't you see someone was here?"

The guy asked, "Cucumber, are you okay?"

Sophia was angry, "Are you crazy? Your dog hurts my friend, and you're worried about the dog instead of the person?"

The guy replied, "This dog isn't mine. If it gets hurt, I'm responsible. If it causes trouble, its owner will compensate!"

It made sense, but the fact that he could say such a thing meant he was definitely crazy!

"Now my friend is hurt and can't get up. You have to help take her to the hospital! And since this troublemaking dog isn't yours, to prevent it from running away, I have the right to take it to the hospital too," Sophia said, grabbing the leash from the boy and putting it on the dog.

The guy looked reluctant but then smiled, walked over to me, and bent down to pick me up.