CHAPTER 7: A DANGEROUS DREAM

I snuggled and rested my head on his chest.

"What does it look like?" I whispered, rolling my fingers over his abs.

He struggled, trying to push me off, but the handcuffs held him back firmly.

"Fucking stay away from me," he growled.

I raised my head slightly and leaned in.

"Why? I'm your wife," I murmured against his ear.

His breathing turned ragged.

I didn't stop there. I bit his earlobe.

He rasped.

"Wife?" He laughed and looked up at me, his lips curling in disgust.

"Don't even flatter yourself. You're nothing in my sight."

My chest buckled, but I didn't let it show.

"Is that so?" I sneered and moved even closer, tracing my finger over his face.

A muscle ticked in his jaw as he struggled to control himself.

A smirk tugged at my lips. That was the reaction I wanted.

"You claim I'm nothing and you want me to stay away, but you keep doing things that would bring me closer to you," I muttered and kissed his bare chest.

At that point, his eyes flickered with every one of my moves, as though they kept surprising him.

"You must be crazy to have such a flimsy thought in your head," he sneered.

"Emma is the only one I want!"

"You think so?" I laughed.

"If Emma is the only one you want, what am I doing in your arms?"

He stared at me as if I'd lost it.

"You sneaked your way in and breached the contract..."

He looked down into my eyes.

"It's stated in the contract... Pretend like you don't..."

"Of course, I'm aware of it..."

I cut in.

"Then why aren't you staying away?" he yelled.

I smiled.

"You wanted me, so I came."

He frowned, looking confused and lost.

I leaned in.

"If you truly wanted me to stay away, you wouldn't have let Emma take my room, knowing I'd end up here."

His expression darkened.

"That room belongs to Emma. You stole it from her!"

"No, you're mistaken... You were the one who dropped me there that night, remember? Or should I refresh your memory?"

He remained silent.

His jaw tightened, his eyes burning red as he glared at me.

Just then, Emma's voice rang out from the door.

"Ethan... I'm ready. Can I come in?"

Ethan made to sit up, but the cuff held him back.

"Emma, I..."

I covered his mouth before he could complete his words.

A deep frown appeared on his face.

I smirked, preparing my final move.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist slowly.

His breathing became uneven.

"Oh! Ethan! Faster, faster!" I faked a loud moan, making sure she heard it clearly.

I heard her loud gasp.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he mumbled beneath my hand.

"Oh! That's it... Go faster!" I shouted.

"Ethan!" Emma banged on the door.

I didn't stop. I continued faking moans, making sure she heard every one of them.

She wanted to play the game. Now let's see who wins.

Her fists slammed against the door again and again.

After a few minutes, I slowly stood up from Ethan.

I didn't spare him a glance. Instead, I made my way to the door, opened it, and walked out.

I met Emma by the door, drenched in sweat and anger.

She made to go in, but I blocked her and locked the door.

Her face burned with fury.

"Elena! What happened in there? Why are you coming out from there?" she seethed.

I furrowed my brows at her as though I didn't understand what she meant.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," she hissed.

"What right do you have to ask me what happened inside my husband's room?"

Her eyes flashed.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Just then, Ethan's voice cut through the atmosphere.

"Elena, come back here."

I smiled and smirked at her.

"This is what I meant... Ethan can't get enough of me... so, I will advise you, as a good sister, to know your place and get lost."

I turned to leave but halted and faced her.

"I guess you now know what I meant by, 'You're just a plaything he plays with, and when he's done, he comes back to his wife.'"

I made to leave, but she grabbed my arm.

"You think you've won?" she laughed.

I shoved her hand off my arm forcefully.

"Won is an understatement... I've conquered," I replied, wiping the laughter off her face.

Her face burned red with anger.

"And one more thing... you can have the room while I have Ethan."

With that, I turned, flicked my hair, making sure it brushed against her face as I walked into the room.

I could hear her rough breathing from outside.

The smile on my face disappeared when I saw Ethan standing with one of the cuffs off.

I swallowed hard.

His jaw tightened so hard that a vein pulsed along his neck. Without another word, he yanked the broken cuff.

He strode toward me.

I instinctively stepped back.

He stopped beside me and held my gaze for a long moment. His fists tightened, then relaxed. Without another word, he turned and walked into the bathroom.

That wasn't what I expected.

He looked far too calm.

"He was supposed to be angry, right?" I whispered to myself, confused.

"Why didn't he do anything?" I mumbled.

Some minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom and headed into the dressing room without saying a word to me.

I stood frozen, wondering what he might be planning.

A few moments later, he emerged fully dressed.

This time, he finally looked at me.

He strode toward me, his face calm and cool... way too cool for what I expected.

I shifted backward, but he kept advancing until my back hit the wall, leaving me nowhere to run.

His gaze sharpened on me.

My heart raced.

My fingers fidgeted nervously.

I bent my head, unable to look into his face.

Who knew what he was going to do to me now?

Maybe choke me or twist my neck so I could just die... After all, if I died today, no one would look for me.

He stretched out his hand and slowly moved it toward my head.

My eyes squeezed shut, expecting a push or something painful, but it never came.

Instead, his hand rested softly on my head.

I carefully opened my eyes.

Without warning, he spoke, causing my legs to nearly give out beneath me.

"I changed my mind... You're now the one I want," he whispered close to my lips.

I blinked.

Okay, now this was getting unreal.

"You what?" I breathed.

"I want just you and you alone," he groaned under his breath and kissed my earlobe.

Before I could blink, his hand slipped beneath my top.

"Ethan!" I bit my lip, clutching onto his head.

My head tilted.

No... this felt too good to be real.

No, this wasn't right!

"What the fuck is she doing?" I heard Emma's low, rumbling voice.

"Bring water!" I heard another voice, and before I could fathom what was happening, cold liquid splashed over me.

I gasped sharply as some rushed into my nostrils.

My eyes flew open, and I found pairs of eyes staring down at me.

I wiped my eyes and discovered they were Emma and some maids.

What happened?

I scanned the room. Ethan was nowhere to be found.

My heart sank as realization hit me.

Was... was it all just a dream?