With all these thoughts I drifted off into slumber.
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**Knock***
I heard the sounds of someone knocking on my door, and I opened my eyes and turned around to see that it was empty. It has no trance of someone sleeping here before.
Before I could think anything there was another knock on my door, I looked at myself and I was dressed in my previous clothes. I quickly stood up from my bed and walked to the door. I opened it and saw Penelope with Roman standing in front of me. “Dinner is ready, Come,” she said,
“Okay,”I replied.
While I’m following them to the dining room, I had millions of questions running in my head. Is that a dream? We… having sex! Is it a dream or it really happened? If its a dream why do my body aces like I just had sex? Why do I feel the slight pain between my legs?
“Vennesa”
“Ha!” I quickly responded, turning towards them. I saw Flora with a worried expression looking at me, not only her, everyone on the dining table was looking at me with a worried expression. I smiled at them hoping that they would change their expression, but none did. I dropped my smile and nervously pulled the chair out and sat down on it. Everyone was watching my every move, and it was awkward. I quietly sat down on my chair and took my plate. “Are you okay?” Flora asked,
“Yes, I’m absolutely fine,” I said in a cheerful way.
“Alright then, Let me serve you,” she said, smiling at me.
“Thank you, “I said, As she served me dinner.
While I was having my dinner quietly, I could feel a pair of eyes watching my every move like a hawk. It was so intense that my hands automatically started to shiver a bit. It was hard to hold the fork, and I had to turn towards him. He was staring at me while having his dinner and had a calculative look on his face. I duck my head down and have my dinner under his watchful eyes.
After having my dinner, I went to my room. I opened the balcony doors, and everything was there, nothing was out of place. It made me feel that the movement we had was nothing but a dream. This had my tears rush to my eyes, and A son broke out and collapsed on the floor. Sobbing out loud. It hurts, it fucking hurts to know that the movement we had together was nothing but a dream.
Tears were streaming down my eyes nonstop; I can’t handle this pain I just can’t. Why does it hurt to know that the movement we had was just a dream? Why?
I cried and cried until there were no tears left until my throat went sour, I stopped crying and stood up from there. I wiped my tears and walked inside my room and closed the doors and curtains. I walked to my bed and dropped myself on the bed; I pulled my blanket until it reached my shoulders, I felt empty and there’s a missing part and I have no idea what that missing part was. A lone tear slipped from my eye while I was thinking about my dream, It felt so true like he was with me all the time. I still have a little pain between my legs. What is happening to me?
There were many thoughts and questions running in my head. I feel thirsty now because crying out loud or of continuing sobbing my throat feels so sour. I slowly got up from my bed and walked into my washroom and washed my face. I walked out and cleaned my face with a fluffy towel. I opened my door and slowly walked towards the kitchen while folding my hands over my chest. The mansion was dark, it was so dark that it was impossible for a person to see where the kitchen is but I know this place because of which I can easily see it.
I walked down the stairs and directly walked into the kitchen, Although it was so dark I can easily see where the refrigerator is located. I opened the refrigerator door and took a water bottle from it. I gulped down the whole water from the bottle. While I was putting it in the sink It slipped from my hands and fell down with a loud sound. I sighed and bent down and took it from the floor. I kept it in the sink and turned around, and I took a step forward and a strong arm wrapped around my waist like a snake and pulled me to a hard chest while pushing my front to the kitchen counter. His intoxicating smell filled my nostrils, and it made the hair on my body stand up straight. My body was stiff and sweat formed on my forehead as I felt a sharp edge metal against my neck and hot breath against my neckline.
“Who are you?” A deep and husky voice came, I already recognized who this was because of the strong smell of his body. I don’t know how to describe it but It was so damn good that anyone could be attracted to it the second they smell it. It has a tingling sensation all over my body, making me lean more into his body and smell it more.
I snapped out of it and tried to answer his question with so much difficulty,
“I. Its… M.. Me…”I shuttered like he recognized my voice; his hold on my waist had loosened, I slowly turned around. Our bodies were so close and I felt the heat radiating from his body. If I took a deep breath, my chest would touch his, we were that close, I had to angle my head to look at his face which was void of any emotions.
I stared into his electrifying blue eyes, and he stared into mine, there was something in his eyes that makes anyone who walked around him stop and look at his eyes for life long. They are so beautiful and intense.
I had to break the staring competition, and I moved from him, As I stepped forward he grabbed my wrist and turned me towards him. As he grabbed my wrist in a firm hold I watched him putting his hand in his pocket and pulling something out.
He extended it towards me and said “I believe this belongs to you” He opened his palm and there was a ring. I took it and examined it; I quickly recognized this ring. I looked up at him; he stared at me for a while like he was memorizing my expressions and he left me with it. I turned to look at the blue diamond ring which belongs to Lorenzo. He loves this ring; it was gifted by his sister Morgan on his 18th birthday. He never takes it off. This only means that he was here and our movements were not a dream, it was real and he was here… with me.
But why did he leave? Why had everything made me think that it was a dream? Did he do it intentionally? To make me believe that it was all a dream, that he was not here and he didn’t say all those things to me. Why?
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