Desperate for a solution, I recall my approach to the Shandong issue—how I called Jinfa Tian to verify if he actually sold 3 billion to the Big Five.

  I need to do the same now. A test. To see if my uncle is truly involved.

  My mind races. Then it clicks.

  It’s risky. But it’s the only move I’ve got. I glance at my Rolex—9:48 p.m.

  I pull out my phone and dial Yafeng, my cousin.

  “Pick up,” I murmur. “Come on.”

  He does. Loud music in the background. A girl singing, off-key.

  “Brother, how are you?” I ask.

  “Yalun, don’t waste my time,” he snaps. “You want me or my dad?”

  “My uncle,” I admit.

  “He’s home. Call him. He’s in a good mood.” Click.

  I dial my uncle's personal mobile. To my surprise, he picks up only after two rings.

  “Yalun,” he says warmly. “Finally remembered your uncle.” he teases, definitely in a good mood.

  "Uncle, I know you're busy. But I need a favor." I know he appreciates directness. He despises when people meander or try to manipulate him.

  “What kind?”

  “You know I’ve been trading bonds at Haitong.”

  “Yes, I’ve heard good things,” he says. Rare praise. When he gives it, it means something.

  “I think I’ve earned my stripes. I want to trade something bigger.”

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “Directives.”

  Silence. Five seconds. Six. My heart’s pounding. I hold my breath.

  Then: “Fine. I’ll speak to Guokai in the morning.”

  “Thank you, uncle. That means everything.” I sweeten my voice, let the gratitude pour.

  “Finally someone in the family I can trust with real responsibility. But don’t get cocky,” he warns. “Follow instructions. The Republic rewards loyalty. If you’re unsure, call me.”

  He keeps talking—details, cautions, reminders. I know it’s a done deal. He wouldn’t waste breath otherwise.

  The conversation drifts to family. He asks about my parents. I tell him they’re still in the States, doing well.

  I know my father’s been nudging him—asking for more opportunities on my behalf. He’s managing some assets for my uncle. There’s leverage there. And blood is thicker than water.

  Across the room, Sonora watches me from the sofa. Silent. Intent.

  When the call ends, I carefully power down the phone and turn to her.

  “I think we’re safe,” I say quietly. “They’ll assume my uncle sent me to you when they see the surveillance footage.”

  She exhales, visibly relieved. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”

  “Don’t,” I say, cutting her off gently. “I’m glad I get to work with you.”

  She looks at me, eyes searching. “Do you think your uncle’s involved?”

  I want to say no. I want to defend him. But deep down, I know he's more likely involved than not. He was a little too pleased when I volunteered for the dirty work, offering too many pointers and instructions. It wasn't just approval. It was orchestration.

  I hesitate, searching for the right words. Sonora senses my internal conflict and gently presses her finger against my lips, her eyes softening. "Shh, let's just enjoy the moment," she whispers, her voice a silken caress.

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  I agree. My mind and my body. I sit next to her. She closes her eyes and allows her full weight to relax back against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her face slightly turning toward mine, close enough that I can feel the warmth of her breath against my neck.

  Her hands seek mine with tender urgency, our fingers intertwining. With delicate purpose, she guides my arm around her waist, drawing me into her world, inviting me to claim her.

  The sensation of holding her ignites every nerve in my body. I become exquisitely aware of her—the soft, yielding curves of her breasts rising and falling with each breath, the taut plane of her abdomen quivering slightly beneath my touch, the intoxicating swell of her hips.

  For some reason, this heightened physical awareness also enhances her fragrance, and the desire I have been feeling for her erupts into an overwhelming hunger that consumes my every thought.

  In this moment of raw vulnerability, I silently pray that what burns in me burns equally in her.

  And it does—gloriously, powerfully.

  Our lips find each other in a moment of perfect synchronicity—neither leading, both surrendering. My head bends toward her as hers tilts back, and our mouths open to meet, tongues stretching out to intertwine, breath and wetness mixing as one, lips bonding like perfect partners. Long, hard, and passionate, we kiss, each lost in the pleasure of acceptance and opening by the other.

  Our hands start to drift, to run over each other. I cup the heavenly weight of her breasts, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. My fingers trace the elegant length of her legs beneath the silken fabric of her trousers, tickling the inside of her thighs, working up the courage to touch the very center of her warmth and desire.

  She rubs the strength of my legs, feeling the security of my solid body, tracing her fingertips around the slight roughness of my stubbled jaw. A soft gasp escapes her lips as she becomes aware of my hardness pressing against her.

  We remain locked in this exquisite torture, tasting, touching, teasing—pushing the boundaries of restraint until they threaten to shatter. Finally, we break apart, breathless and dazed, our limbs still entangled, our bodies crying out for more. The temporary separation is almost painful, yet we both understand that what we've begun demands a proper sanctuary.

  "Let's go to the bedroom," she suggests, her voice husky with desire, her eyes luminous with promise.

  I nod, my throat too tight for words. Rising to my feet, I pull her up with me, our bodies magnetic, unwilling to be separated.

  The apartment is cloaked in shadows as we move with urgency toward the bedroom. Once inside, I close the door, sealing us away from the world.

  A full moon hangs outside the bedroom window, casting a golden glow. Bathed in this silvery light, she appears more beautiful than ever before.

  I reach for her as she lifts her arms to encircle my neck, and we pull together in another passionate kiss. Before long though, we break apart and move towards the bed, knowing that we must hurry, satisfy the burning passion and leave the future to take care of the more tender moments.

  We pull at each other's clothing, and before we reach the bed we are both topless, skin against skin, heat against heat. The backs of her knees meet the edge of the mattress, and she sinks down, her legs parting in invitation, welcoming me to step into the space that belongs only to me.

  Reaching up, she unzip my manhood, and allow my full length to spring out, pointing straight at her face. Without hesitation, she takes me in her hand, her touch sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. Her mouth envelops me in wet heat, her tongue working magic that brings me to full, throbbing hardness. Just before I lose control, she releases me and reclines back onto the bed, her eyes never leaving mine.

  I grasp her ankles, lifting her legs high as I pull her trousers off, sliding them right over the top of her shoes. I then lean forward and remove her moist panties. Dropping to my knees in worship, I drape her legs over my shoulders and lower my mouth to taste her most intimate self. I devour her with passionate abandon, my tongue delving deep into her silken wetness, lapping at her tender flesh, drinking in the nectar of her arousal. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her hips rising to meet my mouth as soft moans escape her lips. Only when I'm certain she's ready—soft, wet, and quivering with need—do I rise up, poised at the threshold of bliss.

  She maintains her position, legs raised and spread wide, offering herself completely. I draw her to the edge of the bed until her glistening center is perfectly positioned. Without further delay, I plunge into her welcoming heat, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful thrust that unites us completely. The sensation is overwhelming—tight, wet perfection enveloping me. A gasp escapes her, a soft moan from me, as pleasure courses through us both.

  She shushes, and says shyly, "Quiet, the soundproofing isn't good."

  I withdraw slowly, savoring the exquisite friction, until just the tip remains inside her, then drive forward again with deliberate force. A few times I repeat the motion, slowly out, almost all of the way, then a powerful thrust back in. We both fight to control our moans and gasps. The need for silence adding to the excitement and urgency.

  Gradually, I increase my tempo as she begins to move in perfect counterpoint, her hips rising to meet each thrust, taking me deeper, demanding more. I put my arms under her legs to help support their weight, and we sway together in perfect harmony. The pleasure builds exponentially, a rising tide threatening to engulf us both. I feel her inner muscles begin to tighten around me as her climax approaches, matching the tension building at the base of my spine.

  Sweat glistens in the silver hush of full moonlight as we strain toward completion. Every muscle in both our bodies coils tight, trembling with effort and ecstasy. Then, in a moment of transcendent unity, release claims us simultaneously. A shudder of ultimate pleasure cascades through us, from our cores to the very surface of our skin. My cum flows forth to mix with the juices of her own ecstasy. Our fluids flow together to mix as a single entity, just as our lives have now flooded together in a shared moment of decisive satisfaction.