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she strolled up to the microphone, hand-in-hand with Chuck. Her face was thankfully intact and she was wearing a dress I’d never seen on her before, looking like something straight out of a high-fashion magazine. She was stunning .
I couldn’t help but to smile as she accepted the crown with an ecstatic grin.
This is how it should have been.
I nearly began to clap for her until the microphone stand faded away and a desk appeared in its place—looking suspiciously familiar although I couldn’t figure out why. Fiona straightened her crown before demurely sitting down on top of the desk—then spread her legs wide as Chuck moved to stand between them.
Oh, fuck no. No, no, no!
I pushed myself through the crowd of faceless people, watching in horror as their clothing melted away like the microphone had and Chuck pushed himself inside of her.
I roared in outrage when I finally reached the stage—moving to jump up and pull him off her when Clarissa gripped me from behind and yanked me back down. Two faceless guys each took hold of my biceps, leaving me no other option than to watch Chuck screwing Fiona on the very same desk that I had fucked Clarissa on.
There was a cry from somewhere behind me, followed by a maniacal giggle. I turned to see Clarissa laughing as she pointed at the show on stage, then turned further to find Fiona—the real Fiona from that night—looking at me with tears in her eyes.
“How’s it feel?”
The crowd of people erupted in cheers before I could speak and I turned back just in time to realize that Chuck had pulled out for the money shot. I closed my eyes for a moment before turning back around, the real Fiona nowhere to be found.
“Like a knife to the heart,” I whispered to the empty spot she had been standing in.
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A wakening from the nightmare was a surprisingly gentle experience—my eyes flew open and my body tensed as my heart thud wildly against my chest.
Just a dream, just a dream, just a…
I instantly relaxed when I felt heat pressing against my chest and snuggled closer to it. Something in the back of my mind warned me that the source of my comfort was Fiona—a likely hostile Fiona, at that—but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not after the dream I’d just endured.
Fucking hell, that was torture.
I tightened my arms where I had locked them around her waist and buried my face against her hair, taking a deep breath and smiling at the scent of her.
God, I had missed her.
The more awake I got, the more aware I became of her movements and mumbling, which was nothing new for Fiona. She muttered something angrily in her sleep, and then pressed backwards into me.
I wasn’t thinking fast enough to stifle the groan as her ass ground directly against my morning wood and within seconds, I felt her body go stiff in my arms. She was obviously awake and very much aware of exactly what was pressing against her backside.
Deciding not to take the coward’s way out this time by feigning sleep, I sleepily murmured, “Good morning.”
She didn’t say anything right away, but her body relaxed a fraction and a small smile formed on my lips. Maybe last night had put us one step closer to getting back on good terms.
“Morning.”
“Sleep well?” I asked, knowing that I was pushing my luck but hoping for the best.
“No.”
Oh, well. Was worth a shot.
“Need the bathroom?”
There was a short pause, then—
“Yes, please.”
I grumbled a little and relaxed my arms, stifling a sigh of disappointment when she immediately rolled away and stood beside the bed. I rolled over as well, the sound of the chain rattling yet another reminder of the fact that nothing was right between us.
Even after my apology last night, it wasn’t enough. Not that I really expected it to be.
As I waited for her outside the bathroom, I considered the only other confession I had left to give. She obviously didn’t want a full blow-by-blow explanation of what had happened on prom night, but
I couldn’t help but to smile as she accepted the crown with an ecstatic grin.
This is how it should have been.
I nearly began to clap for her until the microphone stand faded away and a desk appeared in its place—looking suspiciously familiar although I couldn’t figure out why. Fiona straightened her crown before demurely sitting down on top of the desk—then spread her legs wide as Chuck moved to stand between them.
Oh, fuck no. No, no, no!
I pushed myself through the crowd of faceless people, watching in horror as their clothing melted away like the microphone had and Chuck pushed himself inside of her.
I roared in outrage when I finally reached the stage—moving to jump up and pull him off her when Clarissa gripped me from behind and yanked me back down. Two faceless guys each took hold of my biceps, leaving me no other option than to watch Chuck screwing Fiona on the very same desk that I had fucked Clarissa on.
There was a cry from somewhere behind me, followed by a maniacal giggle. I turned to see Clarissa laughing as she pointed at the show on stage, then turned further to find Fiona—the real Fiona from that night—looking at me with tears in her eyes.
“How’s it feel?”
The crowd of people erupted in cheers before I could speak and I turned back just in time to realize that Chuck had pulled out for the money shot. I closed my eyes for a moment before turning back around, the real Fiona nowhere to be found.
“Like a knife to the heart,” I whispered to the empty spot she had been standing in.
----
A wakening from the nightmare was a surprisingly gentle experience—my eyes flew open and my body tensed as my heart thud wildly against my chest.
Just a dream, just a dream, just a…
I instantly relaxed when I felt heat pressing against my chest and snuggled closer to it. Something in the back of my mind warned me that the source of my comfort was Fiona—a likely hostile Fiona, at that—but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not after the dream I’d just endured.
Fucking hell, that was torture.
I tightened my arms where I had locked them around her waist and buried my face against her hair, taking a deep breath and smiling at the scent of her.
God, I had missed her.
The more awake I got, the more aware I became of her movements and mumbling, which was nothing new for Fiona. She muttered something angrily in her sleep, and then pressed backwards into me.
I wasn’t thinking fast enough to stifle the groan as her ass ground directly against my morning wood and within seconds, I felt her body go stiff in my arms. She was obviously awake and very much aware of exactly what was pressing against her backside.
Deciding not to take the coward’s way out this time by feigning sleep, I sleepily murmured, “Good morning.”
She didn’t say anything right away, but her body relaxed a fraction and a small smile formed on my lips. Maybe last night had put us one step closer to getting back on good terms.
“Morning.”
“Sleep well?” I asked, knowing that I was pushing my luck but hoping for the best.
“No.”
Oh, well. Was worth a shot.
“Need the bathroom?”
There was a short pause, then—
“Yes, please.”
I grumbled a little and relaxed my arms, stifling a sigh of disappointment when she immediately rolled away and stood beside the bed. I rolled over as well, the sound of the chain rattling yet another reminder of the fact that nothing was right between us.
Even after my apology last night, it wasn’t enough. Not that I really expected it to be.
As I waited for her outside the bathroom, I considered the only other confession I had left to give. She obviously didn’t want a full blow-by-blow explanation of what had happened on prom night, but
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