Because you all had to wait such a long time for my last chapter, here is a second one.
I hope you'll like it.
As always the story is mine but I borrowed the names of the characters.
This never happened before. I swear. Normally I'm a down to earth, practical guy. People perceive me as arrogant, selfish and cold. Well most people except for my family, they are everything to me. I'd do everything in my power to protect them and make them happy. Therefore I keep them out of my day to day life as much as I can. And they know I don't have relationships.
Let me explain: I never talk about girls. I don't do the boyfriend thing, so I've never brought home a girl. I have contacts with contract and that's it. It's personal and I don't talk about it.
But this time I failed. Epically.
Every Sunday I have dinner at my parents house. It's kind of a tradition that started when my older brother Elliot moved into a dorm. In the beginning he showed up every Sunday to eat up everything he could find in the house and hang with us. After a couple of weeks my mother decided she had enough and confronted him. She then found out, he just missed us and her cooking. So she started family-Sunday. When I moved out of the house I decided I would keep up the tradition, because it keeps us close. Even though I sometimes don't feel like it, I always show up. Mia is still living with my parents, but when she will move out, I'm sure she too will come home every Sunday.
So when it was half past four Taylor drove me to my parents house like he did every Sunday. When I arrived Mia was already bouncing up and down about some guy she met and Elliot was asking when I would be his wing-man as he was in desperate need of some fine ass. So nothing out of the ordinary.
After finishing the delicious dinner my mom made, Elliot and my dad wanted to watch a game and there it went wrong.
I fell asleep. And I had a dream. Believe me when I say there is nothing wrong with falling asleep after dinner and believe me the dream I had was much better than the whole boring game on television, but in this case it was probably better to stay awake and watch the game.
The last couple of days every dream I had featured Anastasia. Every morning I have woken up with Anastasia on my mind and a massive hard-on in my hand.
Again, nothing wrong with that, but this time I had an audience…
I don't know what I was dreaming but I woke up because of Elliot's laughter booming through the room. My parents where both looking at me wonderingly and a giggling Mia asked me who this Ana person was that had me drooling on a pillow.
It's save to say I was mortified beyond believe but extremely relieved I hadn't taken "matters in my own hand". I can overcome mumbling and drooling, but giving the nature of my other dreams…it could have gotten really awkward.
After that I naturally had to explain who Anastasia was. And that led to Elliot demanding me to go with him to this club on Saturday. Which off course made things even more complicated when I found out it was my own club he wanted to go to. So then I had to explain why I never told them about my investments and other business-ventures. And about the threats and other shit I got thrown at me on a daily basis.
At first they where disappointed I hadn't confided in them, but eventually even Mia seemed to understand that I had wanted to protect them.
So now I'm sitting at home on my couch with a glass of Glen Fiddich in my hand, over-thinking everything that happened today. And more importantly: how can I get Anastasia to be mine.
Please let me know what you think.
Love
June