Hello... Mrs. Me

HELLO DEAR WIFE

ANERIA'S POV

“Nooooooooo!"

The scream got caught in my throat as I came awake with a start, panting heavily, my heart going a hundred meters per second.

“Ahh!" I released an exasperated sigh.

Just a dream, just a dream, a f*****g dream.

I kept repeating the words in my head like a mantra, as I felt the need to reassure myself with those words that I was very much alive and not dead.

I took in slow, steady breaths to calm my racing heart.

I was still in the position I had woken up in, lying down on my side.

Finally calm, I let out a wide yawn, my eyes caught on a TV inserted deep in some elaborately designed granite-looking box placed in the wall which was currently playing some reality TV show and was on mute.

The room kind of looked different, or was I still partly asleep?

Puzzled, I took a careful look around again just to be sure I was conscious and my mind wasn't playing tricks on me.

It had a soft golden lighting, giving the room a warm and cozy vibe.

From what I could see while still lying on my side, it was quite spacious and well-furnished.

Everything seemed to suddenly be expensive and exquisite-looking, ranging from the cream-colored double sofa chair placed in front of the TV to the other couch which I couldn't quite tell its color, sitting by the wall, next to a mini shelf filled with books.

My eyes settled on a large half-moon-looking centerpiece placed between the double sofa and the TV, on it was a plate of fruit salad with a fork by its side in a colorful ceramic bowl which I don't remember having.

I tried to remember what activity I had engaged in last night before going to bed but came up with nothing.

Damn! I couldn't even remember what I ate for dinner, it was as if I had suddenly hit a block.

Calm down girl, calm down and relax.

I resumed my breathing exercise a few more times, trying to juggle my memory and…

It was at that moment I noticed the presence of someone breathing slowly behind me.

Oh my God! A thought suddenly popped up in my head, and with it, an overwhelming fear.

Was I still in that awful nightmare?

The calming exercise I had indulged in earlier going to waste as my heartbeat so fast and loud I could hear it.

Though trembling with fear, I felt a strong compulsion to turn back and look at what, or rather who, I was sharing this bed with.

If I would be dying, at least I would love to see what was it that was going to kill me.

With these thoughts, I summoned the little courage I had left and turned around slowly on the bed to face my death.

My breath immediately got caught in my lungs, and my body went stiff in shock.

Was I drugged with a hallucinogen or something? Because why the hell was I seeing weird things?

I was not the type to go to parties or indulge in drugs, so I was ninety-five percent sure I was clean.

So why was my supposed death, which I was about to look in the eye, currently having his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully, like he didn't just give me the scare of my life?

Alright, he didn't do that on purpose, but still, a scare was a scare.

Long, curly eyelashes rested on the hill of sharp cheekbones, leading to soft-looking, slightly parted lips on a carefully sculpted, handsome face.

He was sleeping on his back, one muscular arm carelessly thrown on the other side of the bed while the other rested on his stomach.

“Tess," he murmured out the word in his sleep, turning on his side so he was directly facing me as his eyelids slightly quivered.

My eyes dropped to his lips, looking so kissable and sinfully so.

I swallowed a bit, my throat suddenly parched and immediately looked away, only for his naked torso to snatch my attention, his Calvin Kleins riding low on his hips.

Okay, so who the hell was this goddamn sexy hunk and what was I doing in bed with him?

I felt a wetness between my legs, and this woke me up a little from my lusty haze as I shook my head in disgust at myself.

You should be trying to solve the riddle of how you got here and how you're getting out.

“Teresa..." This time, it was a low, breathy moan, in a husky voice bringing me out of my thoughts.

He moved his head the other side then turned it back towards me.

A strand of sandy blonde hair let loose from the rest to drop softly on his forehead. Tiny bits of sweat began to appear on his forehead, looking like little diamonds on his caramel skin.

What the hell was Teresa doing to you in that dream of yours man?

I didn't even know this lady, and I was beginning to get jealous.

I think it's high time I saw that therapist Philip suggested.

This was definitely a dream and not real, because Aneria, which is me, is always cool-headed and never this unreasonable.

I brushed the palm of both hands across my face.

Get it together Aneria. I heaved out a long breath, opening my eyes.

My eyes caught on the strand of hair which had fallen unto his forehead earlier, it was currently on his brow. Without thinking, I reached out to part the hair to the side.

No Aneria, what are you doing?!

But it was already too late as his eyelids immediately flew open, forcing a gasp out of me.

A set of unbelievably green emerald eyes freezing me with their stare.

“Hello dear wife." he said in that same husky voice as earlier, a sly, lazy grin slowly taking shape on his face.