His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 18: Dream

Chapter 18: Dream

"Uhm... S-Sasha, let me explain," Ashton stammered under Sasha’s scrutinizing gaze.

Sasha remained silent with pursed lips and eyebrows drawn together. Ashton said Dominique attended the Circles last night so she deduced that the auction happened there.

"Who is the woman?" Sasha inquired, her sharp gaze directed at Ashton.

"Athena! The Global Ye-Tube Sensation." Melody butted in, answering the question to provoke her more.

Both Sasha and Ashton glared at Melody. They knew she was deliberately doing this to anger Sasha and stir a conflict between the married couple.

When Sasha realized this, she finally calmed down. She shifted her gaze back to Melody, smirking confidently. Her composure was back.

’So what? Even if Dominique went to that hotel, I am certain that nothing happened between them. He is still suffering from that condition. He lacks a sex drive and he can’t get hard.’

’Furthermore, Dominique will not put himself in a situation wherein his condition will be exposed to other people. He will stay away from women as fast as he can.’

"I know him very well. He won’t cheat on me. So stop dreaming. This is my last warning. If you keep messing with us, then I’ll inform your father. Disobeying him means harsh punishment. You are going to marry Oliver Jones so you must behave." Sasha threatened Melody.

Melody’s strong facade faltered and her expression revealed her panic at the mention of her father, who had already arranged her marriage to the Jones Family.

Sasha let out a mocking laugh, satisfied with Melody’s panic-stricken reaction.

"Let’s go, Ashton. I’m done here."

Dragging Ashton with her, they headed to the parking lot. The moment they entered the car, deafening silence engulfed them.

Ashton felt the need to explain and cover up for Dominique. He couldn’t let her know that the real reason why Dominique spent his money was because Athena’s voice reminded him of Sabrina.

"Sasha, don’t misunderstand Dominique. He spent five hundred million during the auction because of me, not because he wanted to be with Athena." Ashton finally broke his silence and Sasha listened intently.

"If you want to get mad... then get mad at me. I was the one who forced Dominique to attend the Circles. I am an avid fan of Athena. I want to see her face behind the mask. Dominique just helped me win the bid. I was the one who spent the night with Athena." His words seemed to weave a convincing narrative, blurring the lines between truth and deceit.

Despite her lingering doubts, Sasha found herself momentarily swayed by Ashton’s explanation.

A soft giggle bubbled up inside the car. "I believe you. I know Dominique and I trust him. He won’t cheat on me."

’... because he couldn’t. He can’t have sex with other women given his current condition.’ she added in her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Ashton heaved a sigh of relief. ’You owe me this one, Dominique. I just saved your ass again. But I feel guilty lying to Sasha.’

"Ashton, take me to Dominique. I want to see him now," Sasha said with a determined look.

’I need to confirm something. There is only one way to find out and erase my lingering doubts.’ Sasha thought to herself.

"O-Okay," Ashton responded reluctantly. He hoped that Dominique had sobered up by now. He had left him in the napping room attached to his office.

*****

[ At Starlight Group CEO’s Napping Room...]

Intoxicated by the alcohol, Dominique remained asleep. As he rested in his private chamber, the woman who had been haunting him for the past five years appeared in his dream. Unlike the usual nightmares, this time it unfolded as a reiteration of an intimate memory they had once shared.

"Dom..." Sabrina swallowed nervously, feeling her heart pound against her chest. "I’ve never done this before..." her face painted with a blush of pink.

"Don’t worry, Sab. I’ll guide you. I will teach you little by little," Dominique whispered in his sensual tone, his lips gently nibbling on her earlobe. Positioned behind her, his arms encircled her small waist, their reflections visible in a full-length mirror before them.

"B-But... I want to preserve my purity until our marriage..." she murmured, nervously chewing on her lower lip and averting her gaze. Dominique’s intense stare felt like it was undressing her.

Dominique let out a husky laugh, amused by her innocence. "It’s your fault for wearing this sexy bikini. You are tempting me, Sab."

Sabrina pouted her lips and retorted, "Well, it’s a pool party. Wearing a bikini is only natural!"

"Naughty kitten!" His hands ascended, enveloping her ample breasts. "There’s no way I’ll let you leave this room, flaunting your exquisite assets in front of other men out there. Sweetie, you are mine. These belong solely to me," he playfully squeezed her twin peaks, eliciting a soft moan from Sabrina.

Dominique was revealing his possessive side. "Relax, Sab. I’m not going to claim you. We’ll simply play and practice for our wedding night. Since you told Melody you want to learn, don’t bother asking her anything. I’ll teach you myself." He couldn’t hide the burning lust gleaming in his gray eyes. His fingers persistently teased her body, gently rubbing and pressing her nipples against the fabric of her bikini bra.

Sabrina could only moan in response, caught between Dominique’s possessive assurance and a sense of curiosity. The intensity of his gaze and the conviction in his voice left her feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

"Okay, but promise it won’t go too far," she replied, her voice tinged with a blend of shyness and anticipation.

Dominique grinned cheekily. "I promise, Sab. We’ll take it at your pace. Now, let the lesson begin," he declared, gradually undressing her, unclasping her bra, and removing her underwear with a sense of urgency.

Instinctively, Sabrina’s hands moved to shield her breasts and the intimate area between her legs. This was the first time Dominique saw her nakedness. His eyes lingered on her sexy figure, tracing her curves in awe and admiration.

"You’re so beautiful, Sab," he spoke gently. "There’s no need to hide." Dominique’s words were an encouragement, urging her to embrace her own allure without reservation. His hands captured hers, preventing her from concealing her intimate parts.

"Sab... Don’t take your eyes off the mirror. I want you to witness every single thing I’m about to do to you."