Dinner with the Smiths
Dinner with the Smiths
She came to the man and helped him fix his belt and after which she said, "Babe, this month should be the last time we can have sex until… until we don't know for how long."
"Hmmmm…" Lu Fang reacted with his eyes narrowed at her.
"Let's make love when we come back, okay - "
His lips interrupted her words, sealing hers without warning. He was eating her aggressively, making a loud smacking sound.
He pushed Andrea back to the nearest wall that he could find, leaned forward with every effort to avoid her belly as they kissed.
"Babe, aah-"
"Hanxi will pick us -"
"Babe?"
Her every attempt did not stop him.
Andrea hadn't asked to make love for a long time. Now that she was feeling better, he felt the need to make up for lost times.
"We can do it right now. I can't wait -"
The doorbell to their hotel suite rang. Lu Fang ignored it until both their phones rang altogether.
He pulled away, looking at his wife's swollen lips, agitated.
Andrea tried to hold back her giggles, seeing the disappointment on his face. "Let's just do it after dinner, babe."
With both his hands against the wall, he bent his head down and let out a heavy sigh before responding, "Okay."
Lu Fang was in a bad mood while in the car. He was determined to get this dinner over and done with as soon as possible.
Hanxi wasn't sure if it was his fault or not, so he convinced Han-joon to drink with him in another bar instead of joining them for dinner. When he entered their hotel suite earlier, the man was looking at him with deadly intent.
Andrea loved Korean barbecue, so she booked a specialty grill restaurant for their dinner with Harold Smith and his family. When they arrived, they were already waiting for them.
"Lu Fang, Andrea, good evening! This is my wife, Pamela and my daughter, Patricia."
Both parties shook hands before taking their seats.
Patricia was in heaven seeing Lu Fang up close. She realized he was much more attractive than she recalled. She gave a sweet smile to the couple, hiding her excitement.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Lu," she said and turned to Andrea before greeting her, "Mrs. Lu. You are exquisite. The sweetest face, I have ever seen. I'm so jealous of your beauty."
Andrea smiled and thanked her for the compliment.
She then turned back to Lu Fang and said, "You are very lucky Mr. Lu."
The man's thoughts were still on their make-out session that he failed to acknowledge. Andrea had to pinch him in the arm. It was only after a few seconds when he realized he was being addressed to.
"Mr. Lu, your mind seemed to be somewhere else," said Patricia.
The man turned to his wife, still frowning before looking up to the girl in front. He answered, "You have no idea… But, Yes. My mind is somewhere else."
He quickly whispered in Andrea's ears saying, "I'm going to punish you tonight."
She rolled her eyes and crinkled her nose, teasing him. She then reached out for his crotch under the table and gave it a squeeze.
The man lightly slammed the table with his hand and pretended to massage his temples. With the other hand hiding the direction of his gaze, he looked down, as his wife slowly stroked his length from the outside. How much he wanted to unzip his pants at that very moment.
Patricia was rejoicing inside her seeing Lu Fang's expression that she thought, 'It looks like they are in a fight. Too bad for this Andrea, they are still newlyweds, yet they are already arguing.'
When their meals were brought in, Lu Fang served food on his wife's plate and began to grill some marinated beef. They requested to have two tables with grills facing each other so each party could have one of their own.
While the man was grilling, Andrea's hand was still busy teasing his.
"So Mrs. Lu, what is it exactly that you do?" asked Pamela Smith.
Andrea did not want to explain her complicated life and her business on the sides, so she replied, "Oh, I'm taking care of myself now. Just being pregnant."
Patricia turned to her father, and he gave her an approving grin. Even beforehand, they were already convinced that Lu Fang's wife was merely relying on him for finances. Andrea's reply confirmed their suspicion. Part of her plan was to let the man see that there were better women out there for him, herself to be specific.
They talked business while dining and Harold convinced Lu Fang that he can simply invest and not necessarily manage the expansion in China. He figured that Lu-Wei Enterprises just recently partnered with Global China and branched out in Singapore; they did not have the time to accept a new partner.
Mr. Smith thought, he could at least convince Lu Fang to pledge on working with them, regardless of being a venture capitalist or a managing partner.
The truth was, the man wasn't sure how he ended up committing. All he knew was that he needed to finish this dinner meeting and finally have some action in bed tonight. He was rushing Andrea to finish her plate that she constantly complained about it. All the more, their actions gave the wrong impression to the Smiths.
When Andrea finally finished her beef barbecue, Lu Fang did not waste time and bid goodbye. "Mr. Smith, thank you for tonight. It was nice to meet your family. However, it's getting late and we are both tired. I regret, we must be on our way."
Patricia was in a panic. It was still eight in the evening. She did not want the man to leave. She stood up slowly and pretended to gasp for air.
"Dad, I can't breathe." She placed a hand on her chest and held tightly on her dress. She then turned to Lu Fang and pleaded, "Mr. Lu, can you help bring me to a hospital?"
Her breathing became labored and Pamela cried for help. Harold, however, understood well that his daughter was acting. He turned to the man and asserted, "Lu Fang, we are not familiar with this city, do you mind helping us bring Patricia to the hospital?"
Patricia was already excited to be carried in the man's arms, that she added to his father's cry, "Please help me... Please."
Andrea felt pity for the young girl and told her husband, "We should help them!"
The man agreed and quickly stood up, but instead of going to Patricia, he called for a host. "Excuse me! Excuse me! This lady may have been food poisoned, you need to take her to the hospital right away!"
Seeing a concerned individual, he turned to a fat man on the next table and commanded, "You there! Carry this lady to the hospital!"
Patricia, "!!!"