After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Ronan and I got pretty hammered soon after. Knowing well that he was not in any state to drive, hehailed a cab for me to get home.

Somehow I made it back to Birchwood in one piece, which was a miracle considering the fact that Ididn't remember how I got there. Even though this wasn't my home, I had begun to treat it like one.

After stumbling into the bedroom, I fell face down onto the bed without even changing out of my dirtyclothes. It felt amazing being drunk; the pleasant sensation of floating had cast the worries andfrustrations away to the back of my mind.

In my stupor, I felt someone touching my face. It was familiar and comforting which reminded me ofMichael.

I was convinced that it was a dream that I had, as real as it had felt. I opened my bleary eyes withdifficulty and caught sight of Michael's silhouette in front of me.

I must be dreaming, I thought to myself as a smile spread across my lips. It's over between me andMichael. What reason would he have for being here? I think I must be dreaming of him because I misshim too much.

I had originally intended on shutting my eyes and going back to sleep, but it was such a rareoccurrence that I had the chance to see Michael again. Even if it was a dream, I wanted to gaze at himfor a little longer.

“Michael, I miss you...” I muttered, gazing upon the blurry face.

If it was a dream, then so be it. I would pour my heart out to him, and tell him everything that I wantedto say because it was very likely that I would never get a chance to for as long as I live.

“You miss me, Anna?” Michael whispered. Like his usual self, he spoke in a manner that suggestedthat he was always in control of the situation.

“I think of you every day, Michael. What happens now that I have fallen for you?” I pleaded. I was notafraid of what he might think, as I knew well even through the haze of insobriety that I was conversingwith a figment of my own imagination. I just had to get the words out or it'd haunt me forever.

“Anna, say it again.” Michael looked shocked.

“Michael, I've fallen for you... I love you” I repeated only this time I said it with more passion andaffirmation.

“If you had fallen for me, then why did you break up with me?” Michael's voice returned to its usualcasual manner, though it sounded like it contained suppressed grief.

I was saddened by his question. I ended things with him only as an attempt to keep whatever dignity Ihad left.

“I do not want to be left with no self-respect. Your mother has come to me. If I didn't break up with you,nobody would ever respect me again.”

I smiled bitterly as the pain in Michael's eyes became more apparent. If it was not for the suddenappearance of his mother, I might still be immersed in temporary and superficial happiness.

At my response, Michael's eyes became more guarded though he did not pursue the matter.

Gazing upon his beautiful face so close to mine, I could not resist any longer. The next thing I knew, myhands were around his neck as I kissed him affectionately.

I could do whatever I want in my dream. I didn't have to care about what he thought. All I wanted wasfor him to stay with me.

Michael was caught off guard by my move, though it didn't take long for him to reciprocate.

I kissed him vigorously. Perhaps it was due to the knowledge that my actions would have norepercussions in the lucid realm, I acted without restraint. Soon, Michael had succumbed to mypassions.

Climbing into my bed eagerly, he held me tightly in his arms as his hands wandered all over my bodywhich felt extremely erotic. I surmised it was due to the effects of the alcohol.

Being drunk had its perks in making me more brazen too. I took the initiative undoing his belt andreaching into his pants.

I hesitated when I felt his erection. Michael wouldn't know what I did in my own dream, I remindedmyself. There's no need to be shy.

With that encouraging thought, I became emboldened.

It was true that the effect of alcohol was a catalyst to all brazen acts.

Our bodies moved in sync with each other. With each successive peak up the roller coaster ofpleasure, I had reached climax more times than I could remember.

Even through the haze of a dopamine surplus in my brain, I was rather embarrassed that I had wetdreams when I was drunk.

It seemed like I was more salacious than I realized.

Michael's turn to climax came. He shuddered in rapture before sliding off to lay beside me. As he heldme tightly in his arms, his lips never left my skin.

“Anna, I think I've fallen for you too,” said Michael softly. Even in the depths of my dream, my heartthumped wildly at the sound of his voice. The man's influence on me was profound.

I said nothing but turned around to hug him back, afraid that he would disappear if I did not hold on tohim.

I wasn't sure if it was due to the alcohol or the physical exertion I just went through that had made medrop promptly off to sleep.

The following morning, I woke up with a monstrous hangover. With a groan, I opened my eyes and hadto quickly shield them as I have yet to adjust to the blinding rays of the morning sun streaming throughthe blinds.

I had intended on getting out of bed. However, a soreness throughout my entire body quicklydiscouraged me from doing so.

“What the hell happened for me to be this sore all over?” I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, I recalled my saucy dream from last night. As vivid as it was, it was only a dream and wouldhave no reason to have its effects manifested into a reality.

Alarmed, I spun around to stare at the bed where Michael used to sleep before. There was no trace ofhim, as it should be.

It really was a dream, after all.

It had been a couple of days since we had parted ways with one another. When we ran into each otherat work, he saw me as a stranger. It was really foolish of me to expect him to have spent the night withme.

Perhaps I missed him that much to have concocted that fantasy for myself.

With a self-deprecating laugh, I pulled myself together and got up. With a start, I realized in horror thatthough I did not change out of my dirty clothes before climbing into bed the night before, somehow Iwoke up not wearing anything. Aside from that, I had red spots all over my body. They were faint butdefinitely there.

What the hell is going on?