That night, Tessa tossed and turned unable to fall asleep, until past two a.m. when she finally drifted into a dream.
In her dream, she saw Faye again.
It was still a romantic dream but different from the previous ones; this time, Faye was not gentle at all.
He made her bend halfway, stood behind her, aimed firmly at her there, and used no soft tactics, simply brute-forced his way in.
She struggled with pain, and he pressed her back down, fixing her hips, and forcefully inserted himself again.
In the dream, her body quivered painfully.
Outside the dream, she woke up with a startled cry.
Tessa touched her forehead, realizing it was drenched in cold sweat.
How unlucky! Who dreams they are having a romantic dream only for it to turn into a nightmare?
It's all because of that arrogant prick, who changes like the weather in June; perfectly fine one second, and the next, his face can suddenly turn stone cold.
Ugh!
