My Fake Wife's Dreams Come True

I was young stylish and my sweet dreams were coming true. I had everything I would have wanted until I lost my heart to him.

My hot hands grabbed someone's cold ones in the darkness. And I shivered at the contact.

"Who are you?" He shuffled on his feet, making sure to graze my breast on his bare chest. I can feel him breathing heavily on my neck.

"A Stranger."

I laugh at his husky voice.

"No. You are my dream. My glorious wet dream."

I was positive about three things. First, My sweet dreams come true. Second, there was a part of him I can not seem to do anything about...