Office Affair - A new beginning

A bit of a nightmare

The very last thing that Anya remembered from last night was Dominic spooning her to his chest. His skin was deliciously hot and she instantly felt her muscles relaxing, one by one. She was safe and content. His words, being whispered so softly by his lips in her hair, made her smile.

"I love you, Anya."

That was so sweet of him to say, she thought, but his words weren't necessary since his whole body was telling her all about the intensity of his feelings.He didn't have to utter a single word, because she already knew that he was telling the truth.

She was too tired to give him a reply, so she only shuffled her shoulders closer into his chest before falling asleep. To her discomfort, the sleep wasn't refreshing. Rather, she was reliving it all over again, everything that had happened in the past few weeks. The time frame confused her. For example, even though she knew that just a few hours ago she had spent naked and completely wrapped around Dominic's body, somehow she believed it had happened much earlier than that. Months earlier.

She had an easier time realizing that only four hours ago she was in her old apartment with Alice, packing her things. After that things became overwhelming, such as being picked up by Mike and being fed and taken care of, as well as Dominic's dominant side arising to the surface. Those things she couldn't put in order.

It must have been very early in the morning when the delicious sensation of the warmth of his body was gone. His chest was glued to her back, warming her throughout the night, so she felt the cold air trailing over her skin the moment he turned around and sat up. At that moment she caught herself flying between dreams and reality, where she couldn't move a muscle. She couldn't turn around to ask him to stay with her and because of that her subconscious mind arose to the surface, invading her conscious mind. She didn't hear him close the door behind him, so after a few minutes a thought popped into her head that, maybe, Dominic was just a dream. That thought felt uncomfortable and she tried to shake it off, but then more thoughts like it sneaked in and started provoking her. She tried to reason with them, to explain that Dominic was really there. In fact, the only reason why she was not glued to his chest was because he probably just turned around and continued sleeping. That would explain not hearing the door closing.

Oh yeah, a particularly nasty thought snickered, then prove it.

Sure I can prove it, just watch me, Anya thought. Still halfway between Heaven and Earth, she managed to move her hand and, without looking, started tapping on the blanket as far as her fingers could reach for his hand. All she felt were the cold sheets. The ugly thoughts burst into laughter and she frowned, wanting to silence them. She wasn't particularly successful in it and, thus, surrendered to them. If Dominic wasn't there, she thought, then all she believed to be true must have been a lie. Of course, why would she think that he could love someone like her. It was all too good to be true, and she knew he would leave her in the end.

That's right. Look at you; unattractive, with an empty wallet and a home which looks like a squatters' place. He could never love you. You were just his sex toy and now he's done with you, the thoughts agreed. They were so intent on showing her the ugly truth that Anya was on the verge of tears.

She could easily feel herself lying in bed in her ugly hell hole and it made her sick to her stomach. She would have battled with her thoughts even longer, if it weren't for a weird sensation of bright light coming through the window. She knew that her apartment window could never let so much light through, even during the brightest days. She stretched and,with her eyes still tightly shut, aimed for her wrist watch. She took it and finally forced herself to squint, to look at the time. It was 8 a.m. and she abruptly sat up.

"Oh crap...I'm late for work!" Just when her feet hit the floor, she paused and looked around. It took her a few moments before she started giggling. No wonder the room was so alight! It was bigger than her kitchen and living room put together. The bed was almost too high for her to climb on and the bed linens, all in grey and white tones, surpassed the qualities of those in her home. Ex home, she reminded herself.