The Stranger In My Bed

I fell in love with him when he was Jack. Although, I honestly don't know if I ever really knew who “Jack” was. The doctors say his condition is rare. Therapy might help, but there's no guarantee he’d ever fully recover.I only knew a few things to be absolutely true about him. He was the last living member of an old and incredibly wealthy family called "Weston," he lived alone in a humongous mansion hidden in the Canadian wilderness, he had an incredibly rare mental illness that made him believe he was a different person nearly every day, and I was hopelessly in love with him.I met him by accident. I was twenty-six, broke, and on the verge of being homeless. I wasn't close with my family but did keep close ties with one friend from my hometown: Sara. She was one of the few people I felt comfortable enough to confide in. 

I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening in my dream, but it felt nice. I was in this warm, hazy place. I couldn't really focus on my surroundings though. All I could focus on was the burning heat between my legs and the pleasure it sent through my body. I heard my name being murmured by a raspy voice.Anna.The hazy dream world started to vanish around me. As I opened my eyes, I was met with darkness. Slowly, I remembered where I was. I was back in the canopy bed in Mr. Weston's room. However, the pleasure between my legs was still there and getting stronger. I felt something hard pressing against my thigh."Anna,” the voice murmured again.This time, I recognized it. It was Mr. Weston. The shock woke me completely. Blush filled my cheeks as I reali

Mr. Weston stared at Thomas and me for a moment. His face gave nothing away. Who was he today? Did he remember us? Did he remember me? Did he remember what happened last night? A smile slowly filled his face."Good morning, Thomas. Ms. Walton. I’m happy to see you’re still here. Thomas, what have I missed so far?” “Nothing, Sir. You haven’t left us yet, actually,” Thomas replied."Really? That’s great!” Mr. Weston turned to look at me. “Well, that being the case, we should probably have breakfast sooner rather than later. I know how hard Thomas works the trainees and you’ll need your energy, Ms. Walton. Let’s eat.”

I followed him into the garden. The place we first met. The scene was just as beautiful as the day before, but I could hardly focus on it now. He sat on the same stone bench as before. He looked my way and motioned for me to sit with him. We stayed silent for a while, watching as the morning sun rose higher into the sky. As much as I wanted to know the truth, I didn’t want to push my luck. At least, not any more than I already had. I sat silently, hoping he would work up the nerve to answer my question. Not that I would be surprised if he didn’t. After all, I knew just as well as he did how embarrassing this whole situation was. I was about to give up and tell him to forget about it when I heard him sigh. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anna, what I'm about to say will probably be the single most humiliating speec

It was the longest lunch of my life. Despite the food being delicious, I can't say I had much of an appetite. It had been less than twenty-four hours since I arrived at Weston Manor and so far I’d already:1) Allowed my boss to unintentionally get me off while he sleptAnd2) Walked in on him masturbating in the bathroom.If there was a way to have a worse first day at work, I'd like to know it. Mr. Weston and I actively avoided eye contact with each other. Thomas, blissfully unaware of what was happening, was our safety net. Lunch had actually finished a couple of hours ago, but we’d been doing everything in our power to draw out our conversation with him, hoping to delay being alone together for as long as possible