I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 38

Even in the dream, she knew there was absolutely no way she would ever share a bed with Jorrod Vaughn. She was one hundred percent certain she was dreaming.

In the dream, she felt completely possessed. She wanted to see the hidden, vulnerable side of this cold-blooded billionaire. It was her dream, after all. Who would ever know what she did or said?

She actually let him guide her hand, watching his throat arch beautifully as his sharp, calculating eyes slowly lost focus...

"Sienna."

"Sienna."

"Sienna..."

His husky voice whispered her name in her ear over and over again.

Each time was softer, more intoxicating, more desperate than the last. It was maddening, yet it relentlessly lured her in, making her want to hear more.

"Sienna..."

"So annoying, do you want it or not?" the dream-Sienna snapped in frustration.

"I want you..."

"Then shut up."

But he wouldn't listen. As if in pure agony, he kept calling her with that seductive, trembling voice...

"Sienna, wake up..."

Wake up?

It felt like a hammer slammed into Sienna's skull. With a ringing in her ears, her eyes snapped open.

The sight before her felt like a dream within a dream.

Exactly like her hallucination, she was lying right on top of Jorrod. His breath was ragged, his cheeks were flushed red, and his tightly shut eyes and furrowed brow made him look like he was in immense pain.

Beneath them were the same pink sheets, but the romantic haze of the dream was completely gone. Replaced by the harsh, blinding morning sunlight streaming through the window, the alarm clock pointing perfectly at eight, and the picture frame she had turned face-down two days ago...

Everything screamed at Sienna with horrifying clarity.

This wasn't a dream!

Sienna wanted to scream bullshit.

But then she realized she had literally used work as an excuse. She couldn't exactly tell this brain-damaged man that she had lied to him and never planned on coming into the bedroom at all.

Her expression grew darker and more agonizing by the second.

To Jorrod, it looked like the calm before a terrifying storm.

He scrambled off the bed, standing across from her but keeping a terrified distance, as if an invisible wall separated them.

His thick brows furrowed in distress. "I'm sorry, Sienna. I didn't mean to carry you, I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable. I swear, I wrapped you in a blanket before I picked you up..."

Sienna couldn't care less if he wrapped her in a blanket or a literal tank.

Her mind was entirely consumed by the horrific reality of what just happened, leaving no room for anything else.

Seeing her icy silence, Jorrod panicked even more. "I promise, Sienna. And this morning... you suddenly hugged me and started unbuttoning my shirt..."

"I get it, shut up!" Sienna shrieked in absolute mortification. She covered her burning face with both hands and bolted out of the room.