My 419 Nightmare

12. Does Dream Come True?

Kit's POV

My whole body aches.

I wake up when the alarm goes off. I grunt realizing how my body aches all over. I didn't know I was this tired yesterday.

I slowly sit, thinking why my lower back feels a bit sore. Then I realized, I'm not wearing anything. I jump a bit, before flinching in pain. I look around and I can see my uniform is neatly folded at the end of my bed.

I was dumbfounded. What have happened last night?

I still remember how I fall asleep after I make the call to Uncle Jack. I remember falling asleep with my uniform on. And then...

The dream...

I plop back on my bed, remembering the dream. It was a different dream this time. This will be the second time I'm dreaming about the stranger, in a completely make up dream. I mean, I only meet him once, at the hotel, far, far away and my imagination so far have conjured up another two different locations and two different situations in two different nights.

Shit... am I getting crazy then. This time, I called out for him. I plead from him to take me away. He did come, he did take me to places, he didn't leave me.

It was strange how I suddenly thought about him in my weakest moment. How I become dependent on his memory. How I seems to crave from him, every single night.

I'm replaying the dream in my mind again. I ask him to stay, I beg him to stay. This time, he simply complies with me. He didn't say anything apart from making me feel all the pleasure, as if I'm his God and his role is to worship me.

"Mine, my angel. Mine."

"Yours."

Shit. The location of the dream is here. In my room. Wait...

I look around and down on my body. Everything is in place accept for me being stark naked on my bed. My whole body aches and my lower back is sore. Did I just acted my dream in my sleep? With... what?

I shake my head, clearing my thought. It's getting late and I need to get ready for work.

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The day have begun for Kit. Despite feeling a bit sore, he gulps down a couple of pain killers and start his day.

As usual, he would head to the market, getting the fresh ingredients for his restaurant, before heading there. He has already received reports from Mew at LGT, telling him that breakfast buffet is undergoing nicely and no problem had occurred. Mew is now preparing for the lunch buffet.

He replies back to Mew, praising his work. He is now having a small meeting with his crew at the restaurant.

"As we discussed, we will have to close the restaurant for the Gala Dinner preparation. So, I have post out notice on it on our social media."

Rachel, the restaurant manager, report back to Kit. He nods in acknowledgement.

"Good. Since the Gala Dinner falls on Saturday and our restaurant is close on Friday, I hope we can get everything ready on Thursday. I want all of us have a good rest on Friday and ready to serve our best for the dinner."

"Yes, boss."

The meeting was adjourned an hour before the restaurant opens. The crew scatters, heading to their stations, preparing for the day.

Meanwhile, a certain man is in daze, standing on the window, looking out at a certain spot.

Ming can't forget what have happened last night. He was feeling guilty over what have happen but he can't do anything about it. He let out a long sigh knowing that it is all an excuse.

He wants to meet with him, to see him again, to hold him in his arm and never let him go. But he has no idea how.

His first plan to coincidentally meet at the first lunch have been ruined, by the so called ex named Lynn. He still remembers how he work so hard to persuade his father to approve his idea to expand overseas. He then asks his assistant to ensure that Kit's restaurant will be chosen to handle their meal. He keeps on persuading his father to let him handle this project himself.

But now... all his effort were ruined. He didn't get a chance to meet him as he planned. Then, due to the fact he is unable to keep himself check anymore, he even breaks in into his angel's house and...

He regrets it deeply.

He turns his attention to the black folder from last night. He has read it over and over again ever since he got it yesterday. It seems like Kit is pretty much a great heir for the Innochtare. Talented, firm and with a touch of ruthlessness, he seems to be taking the helm quite well.

Just my style.

He wonders what may have happened that makes Kit leave out that life and starts anew.

He wants to know. He needs to know. If he wants to have Kit for himself, he need to face the Innochtare family later on. As far as he knows, Innochtare family only have Kit as their heir. Their business nowadays is being handled by the Elder's right hand man. They will need Kit to take the helm once the Elder passed away.

He turns back to the window, caressing slowly on a spot, looking out far on a certain place.

"Mine."

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Kit's POV

Oh. My. God.

I'm so freaking tired. The crowd today is so massive that I feel my bone have brittle to pieces handling the order. Since half of our best crew are at LGT, we are a bit understaffed today.

Ughh... heaven. As soon as I arrive at my house, I plop down on my stomach, falling on my bed.

Shit. It's Tuesday. Laundry day.

I push my body up, getting out of the bed. I strip down to my boxer and gathers all my laundry. I'm still in my boxer when I load my laundry to the washer. Feeling a bit sticky, I decide to head for the showers.

After the shower, I clean up my house a bit. I have been a bit busy this past few days that my house feels a bit dusty and stuffy. I aired the living room a bit by opening the balcony door and do the same with my room by opening the window. After the laundry is done I proceed to hang it out at the balcony.

I'm wearing my usual sleeping attire for these days. A pair of comfy boxer. I don't need to worry if anyone see me outside like this because first, now it's already past one in the morning and second, I'm a guy.

I chuckled, thinking this to myself. As I bent down to get my laundry, I can feel a bit of cramping on my stomach. I stand back up, feeling my abdomen. There's a tout tightness on the surface. I can almost see a small bump on it. Rubbing it away, I continue hanging my laundry, thinking this is just a small stomach cramp. I may have been working too hard these days.

I head back to my bedroom after doing my laundry. Snuggling beneath my duvet, I subconsciously thought about what dream will I'm getting tonight.

"Yours."