Xavier woke up with furrowed brows, he thought back to the dream he had just woken up from and frowned even harder.
He found it hard to believe that he had just dreamt about Amelia.
In his dream, he had her beneath him on his bed as he gently caressed her body beneath him, she writhed at his touch and moaned in his ears.
The dream he had seemed to point out to him that he wanted her and he shook his head vehemently at the possibility that he missed her that popped into his mind.
Day by day, he was falling further and further into turmoil, Amelia's absence felt like a huge act of destitution most times, one that he found hard to swallow.
As his longing for her grew, so also his hatred for Anto increased.
He had been taking out his anger on his subordinates recently and today was no ex
