Chapter 80 DREAMING OR NOT?
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I am waiting for him desperately but there is no news from him at all. As usual, he is again ghosted.
"Arghhh…" I vomit all the food that I had eaten for dinner. Anxiety, I guess. Whenever I feel anxious I would throw up pretty bad.
Weakly, I crawl to my bed and then hide under the duvet. The warmth I get was not very relaxing but at least it will help me to sleep but I really miss my husband's warmth, I touch the right side of the bed beside me where Andrew always use to sleep but now he is nowhere and neither I could feel his warmth at all.
Sigh, I again get covered with sadness and grief, and then slowly I fall into a deep sleep.
****
"PAIN"
I feel twisting pain in my stomach and move unconsciously and then I hit something hard. I wince from the hit but stay remain asleep until I feel the wetness over my cheek that goes down to my neck, to my collar and then unwillingly I open my eyes.
"Hmmm…" I slur and then blink my eyes twice.
BLINK… BLINK…
And there I see my husband's handsome face, I gasp, in shock and surprise. I sit up immediately and then switch on the bedside lamp to make sure that I am not dreaming.
BOOM
It is indeed my husband sitting on the bed with only his boxers, he smiles at me his smile is so charming. I stretch my hand slowly and as I touch his face, I realize it is really him and then I throw myself in his arms, this is so unbelievable Andrew is here.
"Where did you go? I had been waiting for you for so long." I tell him, crying and sobbing in his arms. These are tears of surprise happiness and Joy. I am happy that he has returned finally.
I stay in his arms for a while but he didn't say anything to me, he just keeps smiling at me, and then when I pull away, he leans down and starts kissing me.
I want to stop him but I can't, I miss him a lot, his warmth and his touch, I feel so aroused that wrapping my arms around his neck I sit on his lap and he squeezes me closer to him.
I deepen the kiss savoring his taste in my mouth, he tasted better than before and then I start straddling him, he groans and I smile triumphantly. "Why did you do this to me?HUh?" I ask again between our kisses.
I am angry with him, why did he leave me like this? He could have sent me a message or informed me about his arrival through Ann. But, no he just ghosted me.
I feel so disappointed and sad about his irresponsible behavior. He told me he loves me and I am his wife, how could a man treat his wife like this especially when he loves her too much?
I just cannot understand why he become like this?
Is it really because of the hurricane that he wasn't able to contact me or was it just an excuse to make?
He again ignores my words and pins me down on the bed, his weight crushing my body but I don't mind, his hand goes inside my nightdress and his palm touches my bare skin giving me goosebumps, his mouth on my skin put me on fire but still the fire in my heart stays at its place.
And once more, I ask panting, "Why? Andrew, why you didn't contact me?"
He looks up at me smiling and then bites my skin, I shiver from his lustful gaze, and pulling his hair I moan loudly.
"Ahhh.."
His kisses start to go down and my heart starts thumping, I know where he is going, what his intentions are, I brace myself and as he touches my sensitive part, I shiver from the sensation all the knots in my stomach tighten and I lose myself, heavily.
"ANDREW"
****
I open my eyes rapidly and look around, my mind disoriented and I am feeling grumpy yet in relief. What just happened? I look around again carefully, scanning my room, and finally, I realize that I was dreaming.
"Hell, F**k," I yell loudly as I press my face into the pillow.
Can't things get any worse?
I then feel the wetness near my bottom and as I peek at myself, I sigh with frustration, I just got a release from my husband's wet dream. I sigh, feeling ashamed of myself, what is wrong with me these days?
Sometimes I am too sad, sometimes I become too happy, and sometimes I turn into a horny bitch."Argghhh…" Frustration envelopes me all over and I scream out multiple times while pressing my face into the pillow. Hoping that it would make me feel less pathetic.
Finally, the phone rings, and I roll my eyes in irritation.
RING… RING… RING…
I pick up the phone and answer grumpily, "I am awake and I am going to come down in a few minutes, stop calling me again and again."
There was silence for a moment and then Miss Celine speaks, "Actually Miss, I just wanted to inform you that you can rest for more time if you want and also I could bring the breakfast to your room." She says and I ask, suspiciously, "Why?"
Why today the earth is being generous to me by allowing me to have my breakfast in my room in my nightdress instead of at the dining table where I would be wearing an outfit all ready and glam up.
"Miss Swan has left early today, so you can stay in your room, Miss." Miss Celine informs me and I feel relief.
It's good that I am not facing Ann today after my shameless dream. "Okay."
"So, Miss what would you like for the breakfast and also at what time I should bring it?" Miss Celine asks politely.
I ponder on it for a while and then reply lazily, "I need a fruit yogurt without berries, actually make it strawberry yogurt for me, a large bowl please."
"Okay, Miss." Miss Celine reply respectfully.
"Bring it after an hour please, I am not very much hungry now," I tell her and she obeys.
Putting back the phone, I turn to the left side and think about my dream, it feels so real to me, OH GOD…
Andrew's effect on me is so strong I never knew.
I lay on my bed for a while still my mind on my wet dream and then after a while I finally kick away my duvet and then stand up. After freshening up, I change my clothes and then sit on the sofa, soon the door knocks and Miss Celine enters with a bowl of chilled strawberry yogurt.
I could never imagine that one day I would be craving strawberry yogurt that too for my breakfast. Sigh…
Miss Celine places the bowl on the table and greets me politely, "Good Morning, Miss."
"Morning, Miss Celine." I greet her back and then pick up my bowl to eat.
As the chilled yogurt touches my tongue, I feel fresh and divine, swallowing it down through my throat into my stomach, I feel so relaxed and satisfied. I desperately needed something cold after such a dream.
I was enjoying my yogurt when suddenly Miss Celine makes an attempt to clean my bed, "No.." I yell impassively.
"What? Do you want to sleep more?" She asks carefully and I look at her blankly what should I tell her?
"Uhmm. Please bring the bed cover I will change it myself. Today I am feeling to do my chores by myself, Miss Celine." I try to be as polite as I can so she won't doubt me.
After thinking for a while, she replies, "Ok, Miss. As you say so…"
She then walks out and after a while brings a clean bed cover with pillow covers set and I thank her politely.
After she leaves I finally let out the breath that I had been holding feeling anxious.
The whole day I spent in my room, I have nothing to do, and to kill my boredom now I have started to sketch some jewelry designs. It makes the time flies very well and I love doing it.
I have completed three sketches at the moment and I hope Andrew will like my designs.
At night, I put on my nightdress, and then as usual after losing myself in deep thoughts, I finally fall asleep.
****
Again I feel a twisting pain, and I turn, I hit something hard and I frown this is the same as yesterday night's dream even knowing that it's a dream I still want to see my husband's handsome face as I open my sleepy eyes and blink it twice.
BLINK… BLINK…
I see Andrew laying beside me, he is wearing clothes this time, his face stern, I smile looking at him, he is too handsome in my dreams. I touch his face and wow this time I feel his warmth. My dreams are becoming so realistic, I feel amused, and then lazily I run my hand all over his face and then neck feeling his warmth.
It feels so good. OH GOD, I missed his warmth.
"I Miss You," I open my mouth and say hoarsely. Andrew remains quiet, well I know he won't speak after all it's all in my dream. His lips were tight and his brows furrowed. He looks angry in this dream why?
Why he is not smiling today?
I feel weird by his behavior and just when I was supposed to close my eyes to finish this baseless dream, a voice startle me, "Then why you're sleeping peacefully here instead of waiting for me?"
BOOM
The voice is deep, loud, and clear. This must be a dream, I tell myself and then turn my face away from the dream of Andrew's presence. I close my eyes to fall asleep and soon I fall into a long dreamless slumber.
How could my husband be back in the middle of the night?
