hola guys... So, thanks for your lovely reviews... I am glad that tu liked the teaser :DDDD
Anyway, I am going away, again XD, on Friday, so I'll post one chapter everyday until then, and I'll continue when I get back (4 days later ;D)
I hope tu won't lose interest...
As tu know...
The first chapter is ALWAYS shorter XD
But that's just the way I roll XDDD
(:C
Hope tu enjoy it!
He was woken up por a sound of running shower. One eye still screwed shut, he looked around. Where was he?
Not his sheets,
Not his bed,
Not his room
And obviously, not his house either.
The sound faded away. Whoever it was taking a shower, he was about to come out of it, really soon. Looking under the sheets, just to make sure he wasn’t naked, Hugh tried to recall last night.
He came inicial from shooting all day, he had some té while looking through some papers, he watched some TV and then he went to bed. No alcohol, so he had no idea how he ended up in some estranged house. Just when a framed picture on the nightstand hit his eye, the person who was having a ducha, ducha de was coming out of the bathroom. Wearing nothing but prendas íntimas, ropa interior and a bra, still brushing her hair. Hugh froze. She was not who he expected to be there, truth was, he didn’t expect anyone, but her? Never dreamed of it.
Then it hit him. Was he dreaming? This couldn’t be explained, so it must have been a dream. But then again, wouldn’t the dream take place in her house? This was definitely not her house. He’d been there couple of times, he knew.
“Hey honey…” she spoke, going to the closet. Definitely a dream.
Hugh’s jaw dropped. What the hell was going on? If it was a dream, should he act on it? If it wasn’t that wouldn’t be so good… o would it?
“What’s a matter? tu tossed a lot last night… A bad dream?” he could hear her say once she was in the closet. A bad dream? What about ‘STILL a dream’?
He didn’t know how to respond. Then he looked at the framed picture on his left.
Him and her. On their… wedding day? What? This couldn’t be true! Well, it wasn’t… it was a dream… Right?
“Honey? Why are tu so silent?” she struggled to say while putting a T-shirt over her head.
Hugh couldn’t think of what to say. Maybe he should go with this, see where it goes. Dreams had never hurt anybody, right? How bad could it be?
At the time she got out of the closet, he was still thinking how to answer, how to react.
“Listen… tu obviously didn’t sleep to good, so I’m not gonna bother tu with that anymore. But tu gotta help…” she paused, smiling, somehow it made him return the smile. “Elyon got up half an hora hace and she wants pancakes, and tu know she only eats the ones tu make, I have to wake up Nick to feed him and I stupidly gave a día of to Monica and Estelle so now I have nothing prepared for today’s barbecue and the kids are going to be at LAX in half an hour… So practically, we have a mad día and I need your help… Thank God David gave us three days off. I would die.” She smiled again, struggling for breath as she tried to talk as fast as she could.
“Of course I would help, Lisa” he smiled back. She gave him a confused look. Did he call her ‘honey’ as well? He’d try siguiente time. So… Who were Elyon and Nick and why are the kids coming? He did not see that coming… He didn’t see anything coming!
And as she leaned forwards to give him a peck, he felt his stomach churn. She smiled as she pulled away and got out of the bedroom. He looked around again and then brought a almohada to his mouth and screamed as hard as he could. This was wrong! SO wrong!
As his fear and curiosity started to arise, he suspected it would be a hell of a day. o dream… Which ever it was.
So? What do tu think?
REVIEWS REVIEWS!!!!
Should I continue?
amor ya, sinners :D
Anyway, I am going away, again XD, on Friday, so I'll post one chapter everyday until then, and I'll continue when I get back (4 days later ;D)
I hope tu won't lose interest...
As tu know...
The first chapter is ALWAYS shorter XD
But that's just the way I roll XDDD
(:C
Hope tu enjoy it!
He was woken up por a sound of running shower. One eye still screwed shut, he looked around. Where was he?
Not his sheets,
Not his bed,
Not his room
And obviously, not his house either.
The sound faded away. Whoever it was taking a shower, he was about to come out of it, really soon. Looking under the sheets, just to make sure he wasn’t naked, Hugh tried to recall last night.
He came inicial from shooting all day, he had some té while looking through some papers, he watched some TV and then he went to bed. No alcohol, so he had no idea how he ended up in some estranged house. Just when a framed picture on the nightstand hit his eye, the person who was having a ducha, ducha de was coming out of the bathroom. Wearing nothing but prendas íntimas, ropa interior and a bra, still brushing her hair. Hugh froze. She was not who he expected to be there, truth was, he didn’t expect anyone, but her? Never dreamed of it.
Then it hit him. Was he dreaming? This couldn’t be explained, so it must have been a dream. But then again, wouldn’t the dream take place in her house? This was definitely not her house. He’d been there couple of times, he knew.
“Hey honey…” she spoke, going to the closet. Definitely a dream.
Hugh’s jaw dropped. What the hell was going on? If it was a dream, should he act on it? If it wasn’t that wouldn’t be so good… o would it?
“What’s a matter? tu tossed a lot last night… A bad dream?” he could hear her say once she was in the closet. A bad dream? What about ‘STILL a dream’?
He didn’t know how to respond. Then he looked at the framed picture on his left.
Him and her. On their… wedding day? What? This couldn’t be true! Well, it wasn’t… it was a dream… Right?
“Honey? Why are tu so silent?” she struggled to say while putting a T-shirt over her head.
Hugh couldn’t think of what to say. Maybe he should go with this, see where it goes. Dreams had never hurt anybody, right? How bad could it be?
At the time she got out of the closet, he was still thinking how to answer, how to react.
“Listen… tu obviously didn’t sleep to good, so I’m not gonna bother tu with that anymore. But tu gotta help…” she paused, smiling, somehow it made him return the smile. “Elyon got up half an hora hace and she wants pancakes, and tu know she only eats the ones tu make, I have to wake up Nick to feed him and I stupidly gave a día of to Monica and Estelle so now I have nothing prepared for today’s barbecue and the kids are going to be at LAX in half an hour… So practically, we have a mad día and I need your help… Thank God David gave us three days off. I would die.” She smiled again, struggling for breath as she tried to talk as fast as she could.
“Of course I would help, Lisa” he smiled back. She gave him a confused look. Did he call her ‘honey’ as well? He’d try siguiente time. So… Who were Elyon and Nick and why are the kids coming? He did not see that coming… He didn’t see anything coming!
And as she leaned forwards to give him a peck, he felt his stomach churn. She smiled as she pulled away and got out of the bedroom. He looked around again and then brought a almohada to his mouth and screamed as hard as he could. This was wrong! SO wrong!
As his fear and curiosity started to arise, he suspected it would be a hell of a day. o dream… Which ever it was.
So? What do tu think?
REVIEWS REVIEWS!!!!
Should I continue?
amor ya, sinners :D