True Love Waits

Chapter 603 He Missed Her

The pic she sent was a selfie. She sat in front of her dressing table, in a strapless peach nightgown. Her dark, lustrous hair, which was usually tied up, fell loose around her shoulders. She wore no makeup

except the lipstick Wesley bought her.

Wesley's hand shook a little, and the enlarged image snapped back to its normal size.

"You're quiet. That bad? Never mind. I'll take it down," Blair said.

Before she deleted the pic, Wesley saved it.

"I just wanted to let you know that not all lipstick is red. This one is buttermilk with a brownish tint. You can call it a Mocha lipstick shade."

Holding his phone in his left hand, and a cigarette between his fingers of his right, Wesley leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

The only thing he could think about was Blair. She filled his head. Her smile, her voice... the gentle Blair, the mischievous Blair, the aloof Blair, the angry Blair... Every one of them was adorable.

His finger slid across the screen of his phone. He found the picture and stared at it, longer this time, mesmerized.

He missed her so much, he realized.

The silence from Wesley was like a slap in the face. Blair felt humiliated.

She regretted ever sending him the photo. Not even patient enough to get the makeup remover, she grabbed a cotton swab and started to remove the lipstick. She was frustrated, angrily wiping her face clean. Afterwards, she tossed the lipstick into a drawer and buried it deep under the rest of the detritus in there. Behind the suntan lotion, underneath the loofah, mixed in with all the other shades she rarely touched. Then she went to bed, leaving the desk lamp on.

She tossed and turned in bed, wondering why

spring and reached for her phone out of reflex. It was a two-second message from

her ear. "You look very nice," he said.

thought the world was

did it take him so long to reply? And I already deleted it. If he just saw my message, he shouldn't have been able to see

puzzle, she

In your pic,"

She sent him an ellipsis and lay down, but still couldn't sleep. This time it was because of the thrill. She could almost hear her heart drumming, beating hard

lipstick out of the drawer, and put it in the most conspicuous spot on the vanity.

the military for their men to have good stamina, so this was an essential part of their regimen. Sweat drenched the top he was wearing, but he still managed to glance at his phone and smile when

same sky, two hearts beat in the same

She put on some eyeliner, lipstick, and foundation. She didn't go for the full monty, but it took long enough. Some important foreign clients were visiting their company today. Blair was going to be her boss'

to get work done before their actual shift. Others took an early

and his mistress, Filberta Wang

Blair couldn't figure out, the mistress hated

forties. His wife spent most of her time in the United States. So he had something on the side. This was a secret that everyone knew, an open

their jobs, nobody talked

doors opened, so Percy Jin and his mistress walked in. Blair remained out in the lobby. "Come on, Blair. No sense in waiting there forever," he said, pressing the "open door" button to keep the car on that floor. She looked at the boss, but Percy Jin didn't seem threatening.

to Blair was exactly why Filberta Wang was hostile to her

out of university, but she was already team leader. She got that position too easily. At least Filberta Wang thought so. She was convinced that Blair must have done something for the boss. She believed Blair sailed

paid insanely well. She was still on probation, but the company had already provided her with all kinds of insurance, meals, an apartment, bonuses and dividends. If you counted the

skill, the pay was well-deserved. She