Hello... Mrs. Me

REINCARNATION IS A MYTH

ANERIA’S POV

I squealed like a little girl and tried to squirm away on the large bed, which was too soft and currently making my task quite difficult.

Damn it, I definitely was still dreaming and hadn't woken up because how else could I explain all this?

I felt strong hands latch onto my left arm from behind, and I increased my energy as I yelled out in fear and frustration.

What was it with the annoying high-pitched voice?

Was that mine? I thought, disoriented.

“Calm down!” I heard his low, husky voice trying to placate me as he managed to flip me onto my back, hovering above while pinning both my hands on either side of the bed.

I squirmed, screaming and thrashing on the bed, trying to free myself from his iron grip.

This dream felt too vivid, more real than the one I just woke up from, it felt like I was actually conscious.

“No, please,” I cried out. “Not again,” I couldn’t relive that nightmare. I would go mad.

“Teresa, calm down. It's me,” he repeated, his breath slightly uneven as his hair fell forward, looking ruffled in a sexy way.

Teresa, damn! That name again!

“Oh my!, I really must have gone crazy,” I muttered to myself, hyper-aware of every one of my captor’s looks even in this critical situation.

“Crazy?” he chuckled in a low tone, slowly leaning in, staring me straight in the eye.

Damn it, just his laugh did amazing things to my body.

"I'm possibly the crazy one here," he replied in a suddenly somber tone, adjusting his weight across my lower body, making me feel something hard and stiff poking me below.

My eyes widened as the realization dawned on me.

Was this it?

Was I going to be r***d to death in this nightmare?

And by this sinfully handsome man?

Well I didn't totally mind, if it would be a happy ending but somehow I felt that wouldn't be the case.

“I must have startled you,” he murmured awkwardly, gently moving off me, surprisingly to my dismay.

He seemed embarrassed that I had noticed his hard-on earlier.

Though it was an unprecedented opportunity, the adrenaline in my body didn't go to waste. I spotted the glass door from the corner of my eye and immediately sat up, running for it.

I opened the door with urgency and locked it behind me, turning the key until it couldn’t turn anymore.

Resting my back against it, my chest heaved from the pent-up fear and arousal.

When I settled quite a bit, I pinched the skin on my arm, slapped myself twice on both sides of my cheeks but still, it didn’t feel like I was waking up anytime soon.

Or maybe you are not dreaming.

That tiny annoying voice spoke up again.

I was currently in a bathroom looking too big for its primary function, with everything in black and white, giving it a sleek, monochromatic beauty.

I sure have good taste in dreams. I walked over to the wash-hand basin, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on my face.

“Haaaah,” I sighed, feeling tired, I lifted up my head gently to look in the mirror, and staggered back in shock.

What the freaking f**k!

As if on autopilot my hand rose slowly to my face, feeling it, touching it.

“Oh my!” I gasped, leaning in to look closely, the stranger in the mirror did the same.

I turned my face at different angles under the soft golden lighting, which was also used in the bathroom, to see if I was hallucinating.

Is it even possible to dream in your dream?

A low, hysterical laugh burst out of my mouth as I stood transfixed before the mirror.

Teresa, the name the strange man had been calling earlier, came back to mind.

Lucien. The name suddenly popped into my head.

Was that his name, I didn't know anyone by that name.

That weird feeling I had earlier began to spread throughout my body, as I stared at the stunning woman currently mirroring my shocked expression.

Golden blonde hair, beautiful grey eyes, a petite button nose, and cupid-shaped lips supported by a slightly pointed chin.

She was wearing a see-through black nightgown that stopped just mid-thigh.

I quickly bent over a little to lengthen the gown on my body.

What the hell are you wearing girl?

A lady should never dress so skimpy…

I stopped right there, realizing what I was doing on reflex, parroting Phillip’s words which had been ingrained in my mind for the last five years that I’d been married to him.

A light knock on the door jerked me out of my thoughts.

“Tess…” His voice sounded low, tentative.

“…are you okay?”

“I’m…” My voice came out husky. I had to pause to clear my throat before replying.

“I’m fine,” This was becoming less of a dream and more a reality.

What meaningful explanation could I give all these then?

Did I switch bodies? What the hell was I even thinking?

I slapped my hand on my forehead

Of course, reincarnation was just a myth.

So how do you explain your current situation?

That same voice, I decided to ignore it this time.

My gaze wandered to the door, as I thought within me.

I can't stay here forever.

I have to go back outside and see if I can get some answers from the handsome stranger in the room who I think is married to this beautiful stranger staring back at me.

With that decision in mind, I pulled my big girl's panties up and walked toward the brown mahogany door, pulling it open.

“Hey, could you please..."

I stopped immediately, rolling my eyes and puffing out a breath because as it seems the room was currently empty.

I couldn’t decide if I felt relieved or disappointed.

The cool draft from the AC on my bare legs reminded me that I had to do something about this woman's outfit.

I took a careful look around and finally spotted a glass double door, fitted into the corner of the spacious room. It looked like a door to a compartment.

That should most likely be the wardrobe. I walked toward it, placed my hand on the double handles, and pulled it open.

“Ooh my God!” the words escaped my mouth as my eyes widened, transfixed by what lay before me.