Naughty dream

Jordan sat by the expansive window, gazing at the shimmering lights that danced across the lively streets of the dream city. The sounds of honking horns, playful laughter, animated chattering, distant sirens, and pulsating music mingled together, creating a symphony of city life that filled his senses.

He absentmindedly sipped his rich red wine, but his hand froze mid-motion as he heard the slow creak of his door opening. Narrowing his eyes, unease crept into his mind—a feeling that no one in their right mind would dare to confront him. He abruptly turned his chair to face the door, and to his astonishment, the intruder was none other than Norah. She stood there in a delicate nightgown that elegantly accentuated her curves and tiny waist, the fabric whispering against her skin. He couldn’t help but notice the outline of her form, and his throat suddenly felt dry.

“What are you doing here?” His voice emerged hoarse, filled with a mixture of confusion and desire.

“I could sleep,” she responded, her voice flowing like a soothing melody, igniting a yearning within him for more of her words.

“Why can’t you sleep? Is your room uncomfortable?” he inquired, a frown etching its way onto his face.

“It’s not the room that’s the problem,” she replied, her eyes glinting with something unspoken.

“Then what is?” He pressed, his curiosity piqued.

“You! You are the problem. I can’t stop dreaming and thinking about you; I keep craving your touch.”

Jordan felt his breath hitch in his throat at her admission. Silence enveloped them, the wind outside whistling against the glass, mingling with the distant sounds of the city below.

“Jordan. Touch me!” Norah urged, her voice laced with urgency.

In an instant, his restraint shattered. He grasped her arm firmly, pulling her closer, and his lips crashed against hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her nearer, deepening the kiss with a fervour that left them both breathless. Their bodies entangled as he explored her mouth with his tongue, losing himself completely in the moment.

But suddenly, his eyes flew open at the blaring sound of his alarm. He quickly shut them again against the harsh sunlight that flooded into the room, pulling him from the embrace of his dream. Staring up at his ceiling, fragments of the dream lingered in his mind. Frustration washed over him as he raked his hands through his hair and let out a heavy sigh. “I need to break the bond,” he muttered to himself, before glancing at his alarm clock and realizing how late it was. Panic surged through him as he shot out of bed and scrambled to get ready for the day. Never had he been late in his life.

As he walked down the corridor, he noticed the shocked expressions on the faces of those he passed, but they quickly bowed in deference, hiding their surprise under layers of respect.

Entering the dining room, he was taken aback by the sight of Norah sitting among his family at the table, her presence striking him like a bolt of lightning.

“Good morning, son,” his father greeted, a warm smile on his face.

“Come sit by my side, brother,” Amy chirped, her bubbly personality shining through. “I was on my way to find you yesterday after some concerned servants reported that you were holding someone captive.”

Jordan’s grip on the doorframe tightened as he processed her words.

“What stopped you from meeting me then?” he challenged, his tone edged with annoyance.

“I ran into Chris, and he informed me that Norah is an important guest of yours,” she replied innocently.

Jordan nodded, making his way into the dining room and choosing a random chair, determined to keep his gaze averted from Norah.

Hurt flickered across Norah’s features, but she quickly masked it with a smile directed at Amy, attempting to hide the pain deep inside her.

“Willow, your fiancée and her family will be here soon. I trust you are fully prepared,” their mother stated, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Willow’s fingers tightened around her spoon as she nodded, a hint of tension beneath her calm façade.

“Yes, I am prepared,” she affirmed, her voice steady.

“Good then,” Jordan said coldly, turning to his mother with an impassive expression.

“Everything is prepared; the caterers, decorators, musicians, and reporters are all on standby,” she replied, her smile unwavering.

“Mum, who are the musicians you hired?” Amy asked excitedly.

“All the top musicians—Joana, Elvis, Racheal, and Davine,” their mother responded, pride swelling in her voice.

“Davine is coming!” Norah exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over before she realized the implications of her enthusiasm. She quickly lowered her head, focusing on her pancakes.

Jordan stared at her, eyes flashing with anger, which left her momentarily confused.

“You’re a fan of Davine!?” Amy and even Ava, who had remained quiet until now, chorused in disbelief.

Norah, still glowing from her earlier outburst, nodded with a delighted look that only fueled Jordan’s irritation.

“Uninvite Davine. His music is childish,” he declared sharply, rising from the table and leaving everyone in a state of confusion.

“Why should Davine be uninvited? His music is not childish!” Norah’s voice rang through the dining room, filled with indignation.

Amy exchanged worried glances with Norah, using her eyes to convey a silent warning to keep quiet, but the moment had passed.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, a chill settling in. Ava shivered, pulling back in her chair as tension thickened the air.

Jordan strode towards Norah, a storm brewing in his chest, while she, regretting not holding her tongue, felt her heart race as he grabbed her hand, pulling her forcefully from the table.

“Jordan, let her go,” his father pleaded with a look of desperation on his face.

“Do you think he will harm her?” Ava asked, her voice filled with concern.

“No, she’s an important guest to him.”

Norah felt a sudden push against the wall, causing her to wince in pain.

“Listen carefully; you do not speak to me like that! Do you understand?” His voice was low and intimidating. Norah shrank back, avoiding his gaze.

However, despite her fear, she gathered her courage to speak.

“I apologize; I didn't mean for it to come out that way. But can you explain why you wouldn’t want her to invite Davine?”

He clenched his jaw as he looked down at her. Instead of meeting her eyes, he focused on her feet. He preferred it that way; if she looked at him, he might lose his resolve in the face of her captivating lips.

“What difference does it make to you? Are you in love with Davine?” The question tasted bitter on his tongue.

“No,” she answered quickly, raising her head to meet his gaze briefly before looking down again.

Jordan felt a mix of confusion and curiosity.

“Norah, please look at me,” he urged, but she continued to avoid his eyes.

“Norah!” This time, he called her name with a hint of frustration.

Still, she didn’t look at him. Memories of her vivid dream flashed in her mind, holding her back.

“Why would she go to his room in the middle of the night in a revealing nightdress and ask him to touch her? And the kiss they shared…” The thought made her cheeks flush with warmth, and she felt embarrassed.

Jordan’s gentle touch on her chin made her snap back to the present. When she raised her head, their eyes met, but she quickly glanced away, pushing Jordan aside before running down the hall.

Jordan observed her retreat, his expression inscrutable.

As she finally came to a stop, she realized she was in an unfamiliar place, filled with uncertainty but also a sense of adventure.