Chapter 3 Dream or reality?

CHRISTINE...

Sitting on my own bed, my eyes darted to myself. My hands are free and my nightdress was not torn!

All this while, I was having a... Dream?

Yet the man's gorgeous face, his devilish smirk and absurd accusations were still vital and living in my mind!

His structure. His words. His anger. His obsession. His breath. His touch. His demands all seemed so close and real to me.

And if it was only a dream, why the Fuck I still could feel his touch all over me?! His warmth is still surrounding me and that stinging pain in my pussy.

God! How stupid could I be enough to have such a dream?

Even if I have some desire, it shouldn't be like this, right?

All in my life, I only loved one person though he...

Shaking my head to push out all the messy thoughts, I picked up my iPad, intending to go over some news to divert my mind.

As I turned on the WiFi connection, my tablet started popping up with notifications. I watched some new gossip about my sister, Carla, and I smiled.

Carla is a successful actress and I am really proud of her. She is so damn confident in her deeds. Her new series is on air and it's hyping.

Carla and me are not real sisters. She is the biological daughter of Williams. After she was born, I was so happy to become the elder sister.

Mom and dad used to be busy with their work, so I used to take care of her most of the time. We grew up together as friends. Though mom and dad used to give her attention a bit much I never mind that.

I was grateful to them to provide me with a family. Everything was going good.

But, no one ever told me that things turned different when you grow up.

Once the best sisterhood turned into an ominous shadow of my life. I wish to go back to my childhood when things were amazing between us.

A sigh escaped my lips as I looked down at the iPad.

I scrolled down and passed a few actors' and models' private lives, paparazzi were behind.

Without any hint, a piece of news popped up in the feed, catching my all attention and my breath hitched.

For some time, I froze, not knowing how to react, staring at the figure just before my eyes on the iPad. Especially those fiery golden orbs.

It seemed, they were looking at me, mocking me for that nightmare which snatched my sleep away.

He was wearing the same dark suit, except for that silver lining. It was not visible in this suit.

My eyes travelled down. It was an interview report. His name is...

"Maximo Lombardi" I read loudly. "The CEO of the famous ZZZ Corp."

Not only that, he is one of the most handsome hunks and most searched, eligible Bachelor in Europe. And his net worth? Of course, he is a billionaire, which is needless to say.

The more I read about him, the more my eyes widened. I mean, is it worthy for him to have ME dreaming of him!? I mean what possibly a man like him would do with a third-rate novelist like me?

And there in my dream, I was thinking they want money from me!

Sure enough, I was insane thinking that nightmare could be reality.

I watched the date on the news. And it was from yesterday. Maybe, I watched it the other day and dreamed of him.

Good enough, the truth finally came out.

There is no fucking way of us meeting in real life. Nope. Never.

I closed the iPad and dropped it on the table again. After checking the security of the whole apartment, I came back to my duvet and forced myself to forget all about that dream.

As the brand new morning comes, everything would return to my original peaceful life. I hoped.

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Reaching my favourite cafe the next morning, I placed my breakfast beside my laptop and then looked at the screen. Currently, I am working on a novel and trying to figure out the characters.

I heard the bell at the entrance of the cafe rang and heard the giggles of teenagers. Probably came here before school.

"Did you see him yesterday, guys? He is so freaking handsome! I wish I could meet him someday." One girl chimed and I smiled in my mind, not losing my focus on the screen.

Well, we all have a crush on a few hunks in our teenage life.

Shaking my head, I sipped on my coffee only to spill it over almost, hearing their next words.

"Come on, he is Maximo Lombardi. The billionaire and the dream man of every girl out there. The most perfect specimen has ever been seen. I wonder, who is going to be his lucky woman?" The other girl said with a dreamy tone.

"Oh, how I wish to warm his bed!" And the girls started giggling again and here at the table beside them, I am sitting, stunned and speechless.

Did I just hear it right? These girls are drooling over... Maximo Lombardi? The man I just had a nightmare of at night?

These teenage girls are seriously dreaming to be fucked by him!? Though it was only a dream, I had a feeling that I'd better stay away from the man even if I have the chance to meet him.

And for now, I better change the seat before my ear started bleeding at their sinful words.

I stood up and looked around. Finally, an empty seat came into my view and I went there.

Finally! No more teenage ramblings. With a smile on my face and food in hand, I took a big bite and turned my gaze up to a TV and I lost my appetite instantly.

Again Maximo Lombardi? The fuck I happening in my life!?

I heard the news reporter reading the news about him and talking about his recent interview. She was practically gloating!

Oh my freaking God! Why is this man everywhere!? I really need this man to go away before my eyes.

I searched for a waiter. After he came near I smiled slightly. "Hi, is it possible to change the news?" I asked.

He once looked at the TV screen and then at me again. "Umm... I am sorry ma'am. But the next one is the interview of Maximo Lombardi. It's in high demand. So... I hope you understand."

"Yeah, uh... okay, thanks," I replied and he went away leaving me kind of speechless.

Who is this man? And why is everyone so obsessed with him!?

Well, this is what power is maybe, right? He is not present in figure but rolling every mind just by a mere glance of him.

I shook my head. After the dream I had last night, it's really not possible for me to stay here. So, I did what I could do best against his power.

I stood up and decided to leave the place.

Paying the bill for my breakfast, I walked out of the restaurant. Enjoying the morning view of life, I walked near my apartment.

I was about to go inside when three cars stopped right before me and a bunch of men came out of the cars. All wearing the same black suit with black sunglasses.

Seemed like bodyguards of a very powerful persona. Surely, they are not here for me.

Shrugging, I tried to walk past them when one man stepped forward, blocking my way.

"Excuse me?" I frowned at the man.

"Miss Christine Williams?" He asked robotically, scaring me like hell.

I blinked as I took a step forward. How the hell do they know my name? Who are they?

"W...who are you?" My tone was low, confused and highly alert to the sudden uncertain situation.

"We are here to pick you up. Our boss, Mr Lombardi wants to meet you." He said...