Chapter 1My Sexually Indifferent Husband Claims Me Hard In My Dreams

The first time I had that erotic dream, I wrote it off as just a dream. Nothing more.

Then I came across a post that changed everything.

There, my socially reserved CEO husband was draped in women's clothes, cradling a doll. He was turned on and whimpering. "Baby, please."

And I remembered. The faceless man from my dreams always panted those words in my ear.

Last night, he'd said, "Let's meet. I'm very famous."

I'd nibbled his ear and replied, "Prove it. Send me a photo of you in a dress, and I'll agree to anything."

I truly thought it was just a dream.

But now, my distant, seemingly woman-averse husband had posted a photo of him in a dress. I was stunned.

Amelia's POV

Last night, as the dream's heat reached its peak, the man's teeth grazed my earlobe. His voice was low, intoxicating drug. "I want to see you, baby. Let's meet for real."

I'd been having this dream for over a year.

We were perfectly matched in my dreams, the only downside being that I'd forget his face as soon as I woke up.

Even though I could feel every inch of his skin with intense pleasure, his features were always obscured as if by a mist. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall them.

But getting pampered by a man with an amazing body in my dreams wasn't a bad deal.

Now he wanted to cross the line. He coaxed and sweet-talked me while making love, as if he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

My heart leapt, but even in the dream, I stayed clear-headed. "Prove it. If you're serious...wear a dress. Post the photo. Then I'll agree."

He'd told me he was very famous, famous enough that his businesses spanned across the entire continent.

I didn't believe anyone would willingly ruin their image for a dream.

He seemed displeased in the dream, and I woke up feeling unsatisfied.

I couldn't help it. My background made sure of that.

I'd buried my family name and wealth to claw my way into the entertainment industry as a nobody. After years of grinding, I was finally gaining some traction. I couldn't throw everything away for a boy toy.

"Amelia! Check out the trending topics!"

My agent, Brenda Davis, exploded into my apartment at dawn, shoving her tablet at me.

#DanielHayesCrossDressing was trending at number one. I was stunned.

I tapped it. And there he was: Daniel Hayes, the famously untouchable CEO, in a selfie. He was wearing a dress, cradling a doll.

Comments exploded like a wildfire.

"Oh my God, Daniel's looks can cross over! He's so beautiful!"

"So the CEO persona was fake; cross-dressing was his true nature. CEOs certainly have different tastes!"

"Did Mr. Hayes lose a game of Truth or Dare?"

"What's happening? Was he hacked?"

Not long after, an answer arrived, wrapped in the perfect alibi. The comment, from Celeste Monroe, read: "Daniel, your birthday gift for me is quite the surprise!"

Celeste was Daniel's childhood sweetheart.

Rumors about Celeste and Daniel having an arranged marriage had circulated but were never confirmed.

Now, with Celeste publicly acknowledging their relationship, netizens assumed it was their way of showing off their love.

"Their love is too sweet! Mr. Hayes is throwing away his reputation for true love!"

"So the rumors were true; Daniel and Celeste are getting married. They're a match made in heaven!"

"Amelia Stone is just a bitch desperate for attention, constantly stirring up scandals with Ryan, and shamelessly pretending to be Daniel's wife. Now she's massively embarrassed herself!"

The Amelia they were talking about was me.

The rumors with Ryan Scott were just marketing orchestrated by my company, but they clearly hadn't worked.

Now that Celeste had publicly claimed her love, I was the clown.

My agent, Brenda, asked worriedly, "Isn't Daniel your husband? What's going on with him and Celeste?"

"I don't know."

My mind was reeling from the shock that Daniel was the man from my dreams; I had no mental space for anything else.

Daniel and Celeste indeed had an engagement.

Celeste was always flamboyant and had a good public image, so everyone naturally focused on her and Daniel.

But no one knew that I was the true, legitimate Blackwood daughter, and Celeste was merely an adopted sister after I went missing.

My phone rang at the most inconvenient moment.

Seeing Daniel's name on the screen, I was so startled, I threw my phone out the window.

Peace at last.