Whisper Destiny

Chapter 32

~ Natasha ~

The room was warm, enveloped in the heady scent of candles. Their yellow flames flickered, casting dancing shadows on the ivory walls and across the pristine white sheets on which I lay, naked and exposed. With anticipation humming through me, I caress the smooth skin of my belly and breasts, my fingers tracing delicate paths along the contours, igniting further the fires of arousal that already blaze within me.

As she enters the room, her frame commands attention, every line exuding elegance and grace. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascades loosely down her back, adding to the ethereal allure that steals my breath away. She smiles as she slowly moves towards me. When she reaches the edge of the bed she places her soft hands between my parted feet and crawls slowly up between my legs.

Her piercing blue eyes lock onto mine, capturing me in their depths as she draws closer, our faces mere inches apart. My gaze lingers on her lips, silently pleading for the touch I crave. Yet, with a tantalizing tease, she leaves me yearning, denying me the kiss I so desperately desire.

I try to ground my hip into her to get some friction, but she arched her back away. I left disapproving grunts. She just smile at me devilishly. I can feel her hand slid from my waist and going down, caressing my thigh, then slowly I can feel her hand reaching to where I needed her the most...

I awaken abruptly to the insistent knock at the door, as if jolted from a dream by an explosion "What the fuck was that?" I mutter, shocked, my body drenched in a cold sweat.

The knocking intensifies, echoing through the room like a drumbeat, but I remain paralyzed on my bed, unable to shake off the tendrils of the dream that still cling to my consciousness. Then, a voice pierces through the fog of confusion, calling out my name from beyond the door. "Natasha, are you awake?"

"Yeah, give me a second," I answered, attempting to gather my thoughts and shake off the remnants of the unsettling thought.

As I swing the door open, my mother's face comes into view. "You have a flight to catch this afternoon. I just wanted to make sure you're awake," she explains gently. I could not register what she was saying, I still find myself lost in a haze of disorientation.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" My mother's voice is laced with concern as she studies my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assure her, mustering a weary smile. "Just a little tired from the event last night, I think."

"Everyone is having breakfast downstairs, if you are tired, I will asked the butler to bring your breakfast to your room. But please get ready"

Catherine and I will be heading straight to Paris for our meeting and contract signing for our new hotel acquisition. We'll be there for the next two weeks. Yes, it's right after our wedding, but I'm not complaining. There's nothing to celebrate anyway, and getting back to work as soon as possible feels like the right thing to do.

I anticipated some protest from my parents, especially my mother, but Catherine, with her effortless charm, managed to convince them. This works out well for me, granting me some much-needed alone time.

After my mom left the room, I collapsed onto my bed, my thoughts drifting back to the unconventional dream I had. What the hell was that? I'm not gay, and I'm not even attracted to women in the slightest. Having a wet dream with Catherine in it? It's revolting.

"This is so absurd, so ridiculous," I muttered to myself. Maybe I had too much wine last night, or maybe I just need to get laid. Ever since what happened with Nick, the trauma has kept me from pursuing any relationships. Perhaps a cold shower will help wash these thoughts away. She felt grossed.