Chapter 1. Like a Dream

"Shada... did you enjoy it?" asked a voice that sounded hoarse and so sensual in the ears of the woman who was now in his confinement.

The woman named Shada squirmed with her eyes still closed. She felt a soft touch on her cheek, then it started to go downwards. Her lips received warm and soft strokes, letting them continue to go inside and caress every space in her mouth.

The red-eyed man with the flames of passion did not stay still. He continued to crush Shada's lips, not allowing any distance between them. Slowly he began to unite his body with Shada's.

Shada squealed at the strange sensation that ran through her body. However, afterward she began to enjoy the play of the handsome man who now lowered his head to the hollow of Shada's neck, signaling his ownership there.

"Good night, Shada," the man whispered as he kissed Shada's lips once more.

Shada really didn't want to wake up from this beautiful dream. She didn't know when exactly, a handsome man she didn't recognize came into her sleep and gave her affection that she never got before. If Shada could, she wouldn't wake up from this dream. But, if this is a dream, why does it feel so real and extraordinary? I don't know, Shada just wanted to fall asleep again, hoping that he would come back to her dream tomorrow.

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The sunlight that slipped through the window crack woke up a woman who was still writhing under her blanket.

"Hoaaam..." 

Shada stretched her body, feeling refreshed after a night of deep sleep. She tiptoed out of bed and dragged her long legs to the bathroom.

Shada washed her body under the shower. She enjoyed the warm water that hit her body and face.

Shada was silent. She remembered her dream last night. She unconsciously smiled while touching her lips. She could still feel the tender feeling left by the man in her dream. Even the touch of the man's hand that touched every inch of her body. It really aroused Shada's desire again.

"Damn! Shada, get rid of your dirty thoughts now!" Shada said to herself. She shook her head vigorously to get rid of the cursed thoughts from inside her head.

Shada quickly finished her bath. After that, she moved to the kitchen to fill her stomach with food. A piece of sandwich was enough to fill her stomach this morning.

While chewing her food, Shada took her cell phone and put the flat object to her ear after receiving a call from Max, her fiancé.

"Honey, when are you coming here, hmm?" asked Max from the other side of the phone, managing to bring a smile to Shada's pink lips successfully.

"After this, Max. You must have missed me a lot, right?" asked Shada teasingly after she managed to swallow her sandwich.

"I really... really... missed you, Shada."

"Even though we spent time together yesterday," said Shada mockingly. Shada wanted to imagine Max's pouting face when she teased him, but another face popped into her head. The handsome face of the man from last night. Although it wasn't very clear, and, what do you expect from a dream? Ah, Shada would go crazy if she kept thinking about that unreal man.

"Shada, did you hear what I just said?" Max's voice snapped Shada out of her reverie.

"What? Can you repeat it, Max?" Shada blinked quickly.

"I said that we're going to have an early wedding. Are you happy?" Max sounded excited, even the man's voice was half-squealing now.

Shada didn't answer immediately. Even though the news she had just heard was good news. 

Shada nodded slowly. "Oh, Of course, I'm happy."

Of course, Shada loved Max very much after all. They had been dating since the first grade in high school, so it had been five years. Back then she was a fairly new resident of this Toronto, Canada, starting everything by readjusting.

Previously, she had lived in Sierra Madre, a small area of forests and valleys in Los Angeles. Shada and her parents moved here because the grandmother who used to keep her company had decided to leave forever.

And so began her new life, even though her parents were still busy working, in this peaceful, developed city on the coast.

Shada disconnected the phone after Max told her that he would be waiting for her in his office. She hurried out of the house and waited for a taxi to pass by. This time she wanted to take a taxi instead of driving herself.

Indeed, Shada's house is quietly located in the suburbs, right on the edge of a big road but with the intensity of the number of vehicles that are quite crowded like in the city center. She was lucky that the taxi was still passing in front of her house.

Shada immediately waved one hand to stop the taxi that was driving towards her.

"Miss, where are you going?" the driver asked, turning the steering wheel as Shada sat in the back seat.

"Take me to the Holy Food company, Sir," Shada replied with a nod from the driver.

It didn't take long for Shada to arrive at the Holy Food company. The taxi that Shada was riding in had now stopped right in front of the company building.

"Thank you, Sir," Shada said after paying the fare.

"You're welcome, Miss," the driver replied, driving the taxi back.

Shada hurried to the room where Max was waiting for her. She entered the elevator and pressed button eighteen.

The elevator immediately took Shada to Max's room. She stepped out as soon as the elevator doors opened.

Shada led her feet to a room with the word 'Director's Room' written on the large door.

With one hand, she turned the door knob, pushed it and entered without permission to the surprise of the blond man sitting behind a large desk. 

Max seemed focused on the laptop in front of him, oblivious to Shada's arrival in his room.

"Max..." Shada exclaimed, giving Max a tight hug from behind.

Max's blue eyes lit up. "Shada, when did you come?" he asked with a smile on his thin lips.

"You were too busy with your laptop to notice I was coming," Shada said with a slight pout, teasing Max.

Max pulled the corners of his mouth down. "Oh my! I'm sorry, Baby."

"It's okay, Baby." 

Max frowned at the rather noticeable red stain on Shada's white neck. He slowly releases her hug. "What's that stain, Shada?!" he asked suspiciously.

Shada spontaneously took out her cell phone quickly to see the stain Max was referring to. She was instantly choked up by the red stain on her neck. Shada didn't know where she got the stain. But, if she answered Max's question like that. Max wouldn't believe her.

Shada put all her energy into thinking. She had to give Max a reason as soon as possible because he was waiting for her answer.

"Last night a mosquito bit my neck. I couldn't stand the itch, so I kept scratching it. I didn't realize that it made my neck like this." Shada said by sweeping her neck lightly. She forced a smile, hoping Max would believe her.

Max nodded and turned his face back to the laptop in front of him. "How big was the mosquito to make such a stain?" 

Shada was silent. The image of the red-eyed man filled her head again. Could it all not be a dream? Was he real?