My 419 Nightmare

6. The Dream...

Kit's POV

"Yours."

The fuck was that?

I wake up, drenching in sweat, with the usual tent beneath my boxer. Since the day I remember everything and keep having the same dream of that fateful night, I've been sleeping without my pajamas. It has been getting too hot during the night, even with the air conditioner blasting on high, so I figured I might as well just sleep in my boxer.

The dream...

The dream last night was different. It was... totally different. The location was different, the atmosphere was different, we...

I was different!

The stranger have been calling me angel, well nothing new with that, and I call him back as... D?

What does that stand for?

I get up from bed and head to the shower to relieve myself. Cold showers can't do much to me so I'm using last night dream to jerk off.

Ugh... I need to get myself check. I'm having this nightmare every single night now.

Nightmare? More like wet and wild sex dream, Kit.

I started to get hard again in the shower, replaying the dream with my eyes closed. I lean my back to the wall, head tilt, with my right hand pumping my length.

He keeps sucking at all my sweet spots on my body. I'm pretty sure all these areas will be bruised tomorrow. But for now... I don't care.

I craved for his touches, his kisses, his loves, so much. It feels great being loved by him. His big hands roam all over my body, running his slightly callous fingers lightly on my skin, sometimes flicking my nipples, kneading my bum, brushing my length. His own keeps hitting my bundle of nerve, sending me to the cloud of heaven, with each thrust he makes. I clench him tight, as he likes most.

I love how he can make me cum without touching me. He's digging his length deep inside me, pushing me to my limit every single time he makes love to me. Which by now... a lot.

I wouldn't mind getting hoarse tomorrow. He has told me he loves it, it makes him feel accomplish in making me sated and satisfied. I would blush and scold him for it but he would just tackle me back, turning my scolds into another round of moans.

I love him so much... I'm willing to give him everything, my body, my life, my love. And he gives me the best thing I can ask for.

He gives me... him.

"Mine... My angel... Mine!"

"Yours."

I jolt back to reality. Now I'm imagining things... with him no less. I'm getting crazy, no doubt.

Still under the shower, I quickly clean up and turn off the water. I lean both of my palm on the sink, staring at the steamed mirror. Looking at my hazy reflection, I muzzle over the dream.

"Yours."

That word brings so many different emotions in me. The handsome stranger in my memory makes me feel belong. Then in this new dream it shows how I return his feeling in the same manner. It warms my heart a bit, thinking about it.

At the same time, I can't believe where my imagination takes me to. It's totally impossible for me to have a feeling toward some stranger that I will never meet again.

No matter how handsome, Greek God, chisel looking that stranger is.

What is my dream trying to show me? That I need to move on and learn to love another?

I have moved on. I really did. Easily. Too easy.

Perhaps it was due to my family, the way I was brought up along with the memories of the past that still haunting me, that keeps me from making a true commitment in my relationship.

It was the same with Lynn. And with all the other girls in my life before her. I have never give my all to them. Even if I did try my best to give them what they need. I keep giving and giving, things that I thought they would like, only to be betrayed and left behind as they say that I'm not emotionally connect with them.

Not once did I have any intimate relationship with them apart from the occasional make out. I would never initiate any sexy time with them. I would just follow along and stop before we make it to next level.

That is why I was so shock and shaken the moment I finally remember what happen that night. It was me who ask him. It was me that pour everything out in from of him. I have no idea why. Perhaps Lynn betrayal triggers something in me.

"Take me."

I face palmed myself in front of my closet thinking about that. I would feel so embarrassed whenever it crosses my mind. No shit, Kit. You are basically begging a stranger to fuck you.

Best 419 ever, don't you think?

Hell no! It's been haunting my night every day. More like a nightmare, a trauma that I can't forget. Why? Because it was my first time?

Like they say, first time is always the best. Memorable even.

Stop it!

I was still mulling over at the closet, already dressed up in my usual uniform, when my phone rings, bringing me up to reality. I walk over to my bed, taking my phone on the night stand, answering it. It was from Mew.

"Hey boss, the shipment of seafood has arrived. You want us to prep it first or you want to do it?"

Usually, I would do it but for the past few days, the smell of seafood really gets to me so I have been asking Mew and the crew to prep it up. I wonder what's wrong with me lately.

"Boss..."

He calls me again when I didn't reply.

"You guys can prep it first. I'll come by a bit later after I get the rest of the other ingredients for the first lunch."

"Okay boss. See ya."

I slip my phone inside my pocket and gathers all my stuff to my backpack. I head back to the closet, bringing out another uniform. Usually, I would wear the normal black uniform to work. But for occasional function, I would opt to a special uniform, a black with silver and red lining pant paired with a red top.

Red silk.

Stop, Kit. STOP!

I glance at my full length mirror, next to the closet. I can still see my pale complexion, with pinkish blush creep up my cheeks, remembering the red silk in my dream. I must be sick somewhere.

I made up my mind, as I walk out of my house and head for my car, that I'll get myself check at the hospital after this whole fiasco ends.

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In another place, in a well-endowed suite, stands a handsome man in front of a full length mirror, getting ready for his day. With a white crisp shirt, fitting his toned body to a T, paired with a grey slack and a black oxford, he looks dashing.

His assistant is standing behind him, handing him his red tie and his jacket, while reciting the day's schedule.

"Sir, I have proceeded and selected a few suitable houses for you, sir. Please have a look and decide which one would you like, sir."

The handsome man turns and take the folder from his assistant. After a quick look, he passes it back.

"The one with the large window at the master bedroom." He says.

"Very well sir. I will make the arrangement."

The handsome man walks out from the room followed by his assistant. They head to the lobby where a limo is waiting for him. Before he enters the car, he turns back to his assistant.

"Make sure you include a large round bed with a red canopy hanging above it, paired with a red silk bed spread for the master bedroom."