"Uhm!"
What was that heavy thing that was weighing her down?
When she tried to shift her body, something pinned her against the bed. But instead of getting alarmed, she relished the familiarity.
"Mmm!" A moan escaped her lips as she felt a hand crawl along her chest. Eventually, it rested on her right breast, gently massaging and kneading her flesh, causing warmth to spread throughout her body.
Oh my! It was fucking incredible as she craved for more.
When was the last time that she felt a man's touch?
A long, long, long time ago.
Precisely, it was six years ago.
"You like that. Don't you?" She finally heard his voice as he firmly pinched his nipple between his thumb and index finger.
It was slightly painful, but also deliriously delightful.
Oh, fucking hell! Yes! She liked it very much. But no words came out of her mouth. Instead, she just nodded and breathed heavily. Panting in every stroke of his fingers.
"Tell me that you miss this." His words floated in the air, dazzling her into a haze. But that was not all.
Soon, she realized what he meant as he crawled down the covers and deliberately spread her legs. Then, he leisurely took his time watching her squirm in anticipation, knowing exactly what he had planned.
Finally, the long wait was over once she felt his lips gliding along her thighs.
"Yes!" She definitely did as heat spread from her core to her entire body like wildfire.
Then, his kisses gradually moved at a freakishly snail pace that almost drove her crazy.
Oh, fucking hell! He would be the death of her.
"Tell me that you miss this." He repeated as he intentionally stopped, demanding a response.
Oh, darn it! She didn't want him to stop.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She missed this. She missed him.
The only man she had been intimate with.
The only man who could make her feel alive.
"Look at me..." He coerced her, forcing her to open her eyes.
As if he wielded a power over her, she did.
There he was. The man who dominated her every dream.
The man who haunted all her waking hours.
"Tell me that I'm the only man who could make you feel this way." His eyes demanded her attention. "Because you're fucking mine." His possessiveness was something new.
In the years that she had known him, he had always been confident in their relationship. Probably because he knew that the old her would never leave him.
"I'm yours, Oliver Morton." She liked his obsession with possessing her. To mark his territory and claim her as his.
"Only yours." At that moment, she was living in the moment. Indulging in the feeling of being wanted.
"And I'm yours," Oliver professed, which made her heart skip a beat. But her heart completely stopped beating when she heard his next words. "Amelia Clarke."
Wait! What?!
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured down her head, she immediately noticed one detail that didn't seem to fit the picture.
Amelia Clarke?
Did he finally discover her secret?
Did he know who she was all this time?
No! No! No! She shouted before everything turned black.
"Aaghhh!" She yelped, gasping for air and jerking herself awake. Then, she squinted her eyes until her sight cleared from the cobwebs of her dried tears.
What the heck! Did she cry last night?
Opening her eyes, she slowly took in her unfamiliar surroundings.
Immediately, sunlight flooded the room through the open windows. Cool breeze filled her lungs with fresh air. Sounds of brushing leaves and tweeting birds drifted into her ears.
Damn! Where was she?
Resting her head in the palm of her hands, she expelled a heavy sigh of relief as events of yesterday replayed in her mind.
"Thank God, it was just a dream." Realizing that none of that was real. But why did she feel a slight disappointment?
At any rate, "Nothing happened," she mumbled. More importantly, "Great! He still doesn't know who I am."
"Ugh!" She buried her face again in her palms and then screamed her frustration.
She reminded herself that she had to be more careful. "I can't screw this up. He can't know my secret."
"What secret?" Then, that voice was back, making her body jolt in shock.
Damnit! This time, she knew it was definitely not a dream as her body suddenly turned cold and sweat broke out on her skin.
Lowering her hands and opening her eyes, there he was, her husband, standing by the door with a smug look on his face.
"Nothing." She quickly answered, but she knew her face gave her away as heat crept up on her cheeks.
"Sorry, but your cheeks are a dead giveaway." Her husband pointed at her face. "You look like a fucking cherry tomato. Absolutely adorable." He mockingly said.
With a few long strides, he managed to close the distance between them. "Am I to assume that you were just dreaming about me?"
The arrogant bastard had a wide grin on his face as he leaned over her, stopping only when their faces were just inches apart. "I'll take that as a yes." He said when she didn't immediately reply.
But how could she?
In truth, for a few seconds, she was lost for words. But eventually, she regained her senses once she realized that he had assumed wrong.
"Actually, you caught me." She admitted, hoping that would cover up her almost blunder. "You were the star of my wildest dream." This time, he was taken aback by her confession.
"Really, now? That seems interesting." He finally recovered as he straightened his coat and tightened his tie.
Clearly, her admission had affected him in a way that he didn't expect. But he still didn't lose his composure.
"So, what do you think?" She raised her brows at him in question. "Should we do something about fulfilling my dreams?" Daring him to act on her challenge.
Damn! She didn't know where she was getting all this false bravado, but she was certainly loving watching him squirm.
For a moment, he seemed to be uncomfortable. His eyes were clearly whirling around in circles, probably debating on what he should do.
But his doubts quickly faded away as he confidently dived in for a kiss.
His lips tasted of strong coffee, no sweetness, just bitterness. But his kiss was unbelievably rich and flavorful, just exactly as she remembered it.
But it ended too soon as he reluctantly pulled away.
"As much as I want to take you up on your offer, I can't." He responded with dismay. "I have to leave for an emergency meeting." He told her.
Why did his words feel like daggers in her heart? What did she expect?
Damn! Sophia, get yourself together, reminding herself that they were not actually married. That this was just not real, nor was it a game.
She was here to exact revenge, and not to fall in love with him again.
"But I want you to pack all your things from your apartment because you're moving in." He more or less ordered her. "I'll have Ray help you."
"Do I really need to live here?" She asked. But, of course, he didn't need to say anything since she already knew the answer to that.
"I also want you to pack a few things because we are leaving tonight for our honeymoon." He said before he moved towards the door. "And we also need to go on our honeymoon." He added as an afterthought before he disappeared behind the closed door.
Well, she guessed she would be busy the rest of the day.
But as she left her room, she immediately bumped into a very familiar figure.
"Oh! You're finally awake. I've been waiting for you, Mom." Caleb hastily wrapped his arms around her waist before dragging her along the hallway and down the stairs.
Caleb was a sweet darling. After his welcome surprise last night, she could not help but thank God for giving her a second chance to be a mother.
It was as if all her dreams came true when she saw what he had prepared for her. It was like coming home when his tiny arms enveloped her in a tight embrace.
"And where are you taking me?" Suddenly, the young boy reminded her of his father. They were both demanding in a different, yet adorable way.
The morning had been quite eventful as Caleb tried to show her around the mansion. But being around the young boy had been the highlight of her day.
She could not help but think of her son. If he were alive, he would probably be the same age as Oliver's son.
But sadly, he didn't survive the accident.
"Excuse me, Sophia. Do you have a minute?" She was walking around the garden when a voice caught her attention.
Of course, it was a voice that had been quite familiar to her.
"I do." She gestured for him to join her as she strolled around the massive lawn. "What is it, Mr. Morton?" She definitely didn't dare to call him anything but that.
"I hope you're not getting too comfortable in your position in this family," Maximus said bluntly.
Clearly, he had no intention of beating around the bush.
"And here I am thinking that you'll be giving me a grand tour of the estate." She sarcastically said, in quick response to his blatant remark. "But I guess that would be too much to ask."
As she had expected, this man would be hard to fool. But at least, he still had no idea who she was.
"I just want you to know that I never agreed to this marriage. But if you want out, I can definitely help you out." He politely offered, as if he was doing her a great favor.
No surprise there. This man hadn't changed at all. He was still the same man that she had met six years ago.
"Hmm! You're too kind. But as you can see, I'm home now. And I'm here to stay." With that said, she smiled and walked away.
His money didn't mean anything to her. It was his downfall that she wanted.