In Your Dreams

nine

DOMINICO

9:45 pm.

I walked inside of my bedroom, my king sized bed draped in silk golden fur sheets covered my beautifully gentle woman, Abigail, as she lied there asleep. Her back was turned towards me and her golden brown hair was wrapped into a messy ponytail with fly aways lying against her soft pillow. Her slim curves were visible as the sheets draped over her body into every nook.

I loved to come home and see her like this. It eased the constant working mindset that I had built for myself and added a touch of passion and lust. I wanted her right now.. but I couldn't get the other woman, Gisselle, out of my head.

It was crazy how we had that connection at breakfast this morning; almost unexplainable. It was almost unreal, as if I dreamed it or somewhat imagined it. Her light blue eyes were mesmerizing and seemed to consume my dark brown ones. Her perfectly toned and curved physique sat with her back straight, displaying pure confidence as she usually did. I didn't know why I was thinking about her like this, let alone thinking about her at all. But for some odd reason, I couldn't forget those crystal blue eyes.

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After my shower, I was dressed in only Calvin Klein boxers with a spray of cologne as usual.

I was starving and Abigail was still fast asleep, something I wish I was doing right now.

I headed for the kitchen, walking down the well decorated hallway, stairs, and past the living room, den, and guest rooms. I will admit, owning a fairly large home was something I always dreamed of doing in my future. I grew up loving expensive things, thanks to my father for his position in the Chanes' corporation.

I looked up to my parents. Growing up, money and luxury was all I was surrounded with. I knew nothing about the streets and the ghetto, but that I was a little more fortunate than others.

While being raised in such a wealthy environment, I was always asked since a teenage boy, why I am so cold hearted and cruel to others. I was told that I had everything I wanted and if I didn't, I could get it in the snap of my fingers, so why was I so mean? Was I bullied for being rich? Blinded by the money? Lonely on the inside? No. It was none of those suggestions or anything else someone could think of. I was just.. me.

No girl could ever change that, which is why I never had a relationship last as long as the one I am currently in now with Abigail. She was everything I ever wanted and she loved me for who I was, regardless of the constant barking and ordering around I did each and everyday to not just her, but everyone I came in contact with. She was there while everyone else watched from afar, afraid to take a step closer to me with the fear that I may "bite" them. Abigail, was there.

It is wrong for me to think of Gisselle.

It is wrong for me to think of how wonderful she looks when she comes into work and how sweet she smells when she passes by me.

It is wrong for me to continue to have flashbacks of her crystal blue eyes and long black hair.

It is wrong for me to watch her body move when she never notices me.

It is wrong when you already have someone who loves you. I couldn't jeopardize it. I couldn't throw it all away.

I barely even knew this woman, yet she was on my mind on her third day of work.

It is wrong..

I began to prepare orange chicken stir fry. It was something I loved to eat on one of my relaxing days off, but real bosses didn't take days off.

As I began to prepare my chicken, I couldn't help but reflect on everything that's happened so far and what was to come. Abigail's birthday was only a month away and I had hoped to surprise her with something big. I didn't know what yet, but whatever it was, she deserved it.

Abigail Aventura would be turning twenty two and I wanted her to know that I would always be there for her. I couldn't do anything cheesy or clichè for her, I wasn't that kind of guy. I had no problem with going all out for the woman I loved. That was the sweet spot no one but her got to see.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the thoughts of women. I didn't need this right now. Not tonight. I just wanted peace and relaxation within myself.

Once the dinner was prepared, I sat at my dining table alone, chairs on each side neatly pushed in. Grace was said and I began to dig in, finally enjoying the sweet sensation of being home again.

As I forked another spoonful of orange chicken and rice into my mouth, I couldn't help but reminisce on how good this tasted. I had just eaten it the other day or maybe even yesterday, but I don't remember cooking it. All I could remember was that it was settling to the stomach and hearty in every way.

Just then I threw down my fork and stared into the plate as if something would give me the answer, but I already knew. This was the same exact meal.. Gisselle brought for me that she cooked.

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