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Wait.
My eyes fall to my suitcase, next to the bed. I still haven’t unpacked, just in case I need to be ready for a hasty getaway. But I usually at least close the suitcase when I’m not using it. Did I really leave it wide open like that?
Apparently I did. Or maybe room service came by, even though I hung the“do not disturb”sign on my door. Must be.
I sip my sparkling water, flipping through the channels, resisting the urge to sign into the family Netflix account. I don’t thiiiink they can track me that way, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
20 more days.
All I need to do is hold out for 20 more days.
***
I’m driving on the freeway when I notice a black SUV behind me. Changing lanes, I look into the rearview mirror and see the other car merge to keep following.
A sense of doom comes over me. This is it. I’ve been discovered.
Reacting quickly, I veer into the exit lane. It almost causes an accident, but the black SUV zooms past me. Have I gotten away?
But as I keep driving, another, identical vehicle turns the corner in front of me. And then another. Soon, I’m flooring it down the road, a sea of black SUVs all around. There are no other cars in sight.
The frat house. That’s my escape. My car screeches into the yard and I get out, sprinting inside and slamming the door shut.
They can’t get me in here.
The music throbs. Costume-wearing students are laughing, some of them dancing. Isabella hands me a red cup and I drink. Then she kisses me on the cheek and nods approvingly, motioning to the staircase.
It’s what I’ve been waiting for.
I walk up the steps, my excitement growing. When I reach the end of the hall, I slip into the bedroom, ready. He’s on his way. He’ll be here any minute.
As his footsteps draw closer, I look down at my clothes. To my shock, I’m already naked. I cover myself with my hands, feeling vulnerable and elated at the same time.
A key card swipes the door and it opens. In comes the ghost, the man with the masked face. I don’t know who’s under there, but I want him. I want him so badly. Wordlessly, he guides me to the bed.
I’m whimpering as he climbs on top of me, his body so much firmer than I had expected. His hand reaches my neck and I gasp, the fingers wrapping around my throat.
Then his cock is out, and he’s holding my thighs as he slides himself inside me.
I moan, overcome. I’m not a virgin anymore. I belong to him now.
He fucks me in a blur and we cum at the same time. I can feel his hot seed pumping into me, filling me up.
Then he brings his face next to mine and pulls off the mask.
It’s Alessandro.
I’m not angry. I’m not scared. I kiss him, and he kisses me back. Tenderly. His hand returns to my neck and I put mine on top of it, the ring on my finger glinting in the light.
Then my husband draws himself back up and begins to thrust. We make eye contact, and I feel like I’m his. Completely.
I wake up covered in goosebumps. Instinctively, I reach between my legs andwow, I’m super wet. I’m not sure what woke me, but I think I’m too horny to go back to sleep.
Clinging to the remnants of my dream, I allow a finger to circle my clit. I’ve been dreaming variations of that same sequence almost every night since I checked into the hotel, and I’m past caring how weird or fucked up it is.
The basics are always the same. I’m running from my dad’s goons, then I get railed senseless by the ghost mask guy, who always reveals himself to be Alessandro. And every single time, at the end of the dream, I somehow know that he’s my husband.
The part that fucks me up about it is, when it ends, it’scomforting. Like in the dream world, being married to him makes me feelsafe.
