Rejected: A love story-Chapter 34: A Dream?

Fiona Pov

I lay on my side, one arm tucked beneath my pillow, the other resting limp against the mattress, my body half-sunk into that hazy space between wakefulness and sleep.

Then I heard the sound of the door creak open, I opened my eyes, before my mind had fully registered what I’d heard. I saw a figure standing.

Nathan?

I pushed myself up on one elbow, the sheets slipping down to my waist, leaving my shoulders bare. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" My voice came out huskier than I intended, thick with sleep and something else.

He didn’t move, neither did he speak. Just stood there, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin tighten.

Then, without a word, he stepped forward, climbing onto the bed.

"Nathan"? I called softly, almost like a whisper. His hand cupped my jaw and his thumb grazed my lower lip, pulling it down just enough to part my mouth, and then—he kissed me.

I didn’t even try to push him instead i crashed my lips hungrily against his. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. I gasped, but the sound was swallowed, stolen by the press of his mouth, the slick slide of his tongue against mine.

My brain screamed for me to pull back but I couldn’t stop. His taste was fire, his breath was hot against my skin, My hands found his shoulders, as my fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, clutching him closer. He groaned, low and rough, the vibration humming through my chest, and then his hands were everywhere—skimming down my arms, my sides, my hips—before gripping the hem of my night gown and yanking it upward. Cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but the chill lasted only a second.

His palms were back, searing trails up my ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before he grabbed them.

I arched into him, a whimper tearing from my throat. His mouth left mine, trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear.

"Nathan—" I called again more like a plea not to stop. He didn’t answer. Just shifted, his lips wrapping around one nipple, his tongue flicking before he sucked, hard. Pleasure lanced through me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him there.

His free hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding me through the thin fabric of my underwear, pressing and teasing. I was wet.... so wet. But he didn’t seem to care. If anything, the growl he let out against my skin said he liked it.

"Fuck," he muttered.

The cool air was a shock, but his touch was worse—better. His fingers slid through my folds, two of them pressing inside me without warning, curling just right. My hips jerked, my nails raking down his back.

His thumb found my clit, circling, pressing, while his fingers worked me from the inside, and I was drowning.

"More," I managed, my voice broken. "Harder, Nathan—fuck me harder—"

His shirt was gone, I didn’t even see him remove it. One second it was there, the next it was on the floor, His mouth crashed back to mine, I could feel him, thick and heavy against my thigh, and I rocked against him, desperate, needy. "Please—"

"Fiona."

I felt Nathan’s lips stilled against mine. The name came again, louder this time.

"Fiona!"

I jerked back, my eyes flying open and there he was.

"Nathan"? But not the Nathan from a second ago.

This Nathan stood beside the bed, fully clothed, his expression twisted in confusion,

I looked at myself and I wasn’t naked, it wasn’t night time either.

I looked around and the sheets were tangled around my legs, but I was still dressed. The weight of it crashed over me. It had all been a dream.

I pressed a hand to my mouth, my fingers trembling, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. Nathan’s brows furrowed. "You okay?" His voice was rough, but not the way it had been in my head. Not the way I’d imagined.

"You were—" He hesitated. "Moaning. Sounded like you were in pain."

I swallowed, my throat raw. "I’m fine... it’s just a nightmare," I lied.

His gaze flicked over me, For a second, I thought he’d see the truth written all over my flushed skin, my parted lips, the way my nipples still ached beneath the fabric of my night gown. But he didn’t, he just nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You sure?"

No. "Yeah."

He lingered for another second. "Breakfast is ready and you weren’t down yet, so I just came to see if you were doing ok".

"I’m fine... I just overslept". I replied and he looked at me for a second as if contemplating.

"OK... come down soon" he said and left shutting the door.

I collapsed back against the pillows.

"Everything was a dream"? I muttered to myself, reliving his touch again. I kicked the sheets, twisting in the bed, wishing desperately—that it had been real.

By the time I came down for breakfast, everyone was already done eating. One maid cleared the empty dishes while another arranged some food neatly on my plate.

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted.

They responded warmly.

"Nathan told us you were tired," Mr. Gabriel said. "I hope you’re feeling better now?"

I cast a quick look at Nathan. He tried — and failed — to hide his smirk.

"Yes," I replied with a tight smile. "I’m feeling better now."

"Fiona," Mrs. Keith said gently, "if anything is bothering you, you can always tell us."

"I’m fine, Mom. You don’t have to worry."

The table went quiet for a second, I guess they were surprised I called her mom. Mrs. Keith’s face lit up.

"Did you hear that, Gabriel?" she said excitedly. "My daughter-in-law is finally accepting me."

Caleb and Hannah chuckled. Nathan just looked at me, his gaze warm and unreadable. It instantly dragged my mind back to the dream and I quickly looked away.

"Nathan insisted on waiting for you before he ate," Mr. Gabriel said. "So we’ll leave you two lovebirds alone."

He stood, guiding his wife with him. Hannah followed soon after.

"Fiona," Caleb said as he got up, "I heard a friend of yours visited yesterday. You should introduce us sometime."

I blinked. "You’re interested in my friend?"

He smirked. "Nathan’s servants love gossip. I heard she’s cute." He smiled and walked away.

Ella is going to scream when she hears this. I sat down to eat and only then did I realize Natasha wasn’t at the table. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"What happened to your friend?" I asked, taking the seat opposite Nathan.

"Friend?" he replied.

"Natasha."

"She went out. Visiting friends." His eyes flicked to my chair. "Is that why you didn’t sit next to me?"

I stared at him blankly, shoved a forkful of food into my mouth, and pointed at it like an excuse.

He only smiled.

"What was your dream about?" he asked casually.

I rolled my eyes and kept eating.

"I’m only asking because..." he leaned closer, his voice dropping, "you were moaning my name."

I choked.

Nathan slid a glass of water toward me and I gulped it down, coughing.

How long was he standing in my room?

"Did my question make you choke, cupcake?" he murmured.

I glared at him. "How long were you in my room?"

"Long enough," he said calmly, "to see you curling into the sheets."

My face burned in embarrassment hearing that.

"Fiona," he continued, lowering his voice even more, "were you having sex in your dream?"

"Of course not, you pervert!" I snapped — louder than I meant to.

His parents glanced over briefly, then looked away again.

Nathan chuckled and resumed eating, clearly enjoying every second of my discomfort.