Ice cold chill woke him.
The night was pitch black.
Thunder rolling overhead.
Sound of waves all around.
Lightning stroked somewhere.
He was in a ship.
The floor boards creek as he push his arms forward to stand. The chill got him again.
Rippling his weak body. He’s starving.
Lights swaying ahead.
‘Where am I?’
But the words was only in his mind.
His body move forward on his own…walking as if he belong there..as if he had been there.
The floor was flooded by his ankles. He felt nausea as he sway on his feet…waving lights ahead. He pushed himself to move forward again.
An old wooden door greeted him.
Roaring sound of waves seemed louder.
He pushed open the door.
A three storey water surge was over the ship’s bow, a gapping mouth ready to swallow them whole. Thunder rolls again and again. Raging storm beats the deck.
‘Por Dios! Por Santo!’
An alarm went off.
He woke up with a jolt.
Looking around, he realized he was in his room. He IS in the 20th century.
That was another vivid dream.
Another dream that he knew was a part of his past life…but always felt like he was there, in that situation..the cold, the pain, the fear.
He flip a button and the curtains opened.
A wall-sized window view at the foot of his bed shows the sun rising in the East.
His muscles rippled in the morning light, tanned from his outdoor workouts.
He drank his morning water and starts his morning routine.
“Goodmorning, Lucas.” An automated female voice greets him on his way out to his deck.
“Goodmorning, Sof. What’s on my schedule today?” he said, while setting up his morning workout.
“8:30am breakfast with your dad,
9:30am meeting of Boardmembers,
10:35am Coffee with the General Managers,
11:20am Lunch with a Media Interview.
1:00pm The Red Room……….”
Lucas, is Don Alejandro Delgado’s Unico Hijo. The president of The Silver Arrow, centuries old company who owns almost all minerals and diamonds producing companies in the world. Luxurious ship manufacturing company was under them, along with hotels and casinos.
The sky was clear and the sun was spreading his rays over the city.
Another day.
A fast phase living that he couldn’t get used to…but he had to.
“You know we need to run again…Lucas!”
A voice in his mind perked up as he finished his pull-ups.
“I know, Darius..I know.”
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A moonlit night.
White curtains dancing by the sea breeze.
A shadow moves forward…towards her bed.
She’s half awake. She could feel his eyes roaming her body. Then a light as feather touch starts from her toe…her leg..her knee..her hips.
She sucked on her breath…and slowly exhaled as she felt her body turn to mash.
Warmed by the touch…anticipating his move.
Calloused hands caress her sides…her belly..her breast..her shoulders..her neck..cupping her cheeks. Warm breath fans her lips..causing her to open her eyes…so slowly.
He bit her lower lip…sensually nipping it.
“I will find you..” he whispered.
He slammed both her hands over her head.
Biting, sucking…he’s leaving marks on her neck. She moans as hot pleasure shoots to her core. He’s between her legs…rough and warm over her p****. His other hand...
Łatwo być przyjacielem dla kogoś, kto jest twoim przyjacielem, ale być przyjacielem dla kogoś, kto uważa się za twego wroga – to kwintesencja prawdziwej religii. M. Gandhi.
Łatwo być przyjacielem dla kogoś, kto jest twoim przyjacielem, ale być przyjacielem dla kogoś, kto uważa się za twego wroga – to kwintesencja prawdziwej religii. M. Gandhi.
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