Waltz sat up in his bed, he felt his heart racing, he could feel the sweat dripping from his face. He flicked on bedside light before looking around his empty bedroom.

His gaze stopped next to the empty space of his bed.

That dream had felt all too real, he could've sworn there was a woman kissing him, he could've sworn he was enjoying the pleasure of his wife, but it wasn't his wife, she looked nothing like his wife.

"Ambrosia seduced her way into his heart. Their ex-lovers. He hates her." He jumped out of bed before rushing down to his home office, he flicked on the light before rushing over to his desk.

He picked up his notebook "Ambrosia and him are ex-lovers. Their child was an accident. Why does he hate her? What did she do?"

"Why ex-lovers? Can't they be something else?" There was the female voice again.

"No.no." He pondered out loud "Ex-lovers work. Trust me." He said as if he was responding to the woman.

"She runs an antique shop, it's a.." The female voice pondered out loud "It's a ruse." It was as if she found joy in helping him.

Waltz looked next to him "Ruse for what?"

The female shrugged "That's why he hates her."

Waltz laughed a little "Ambrosia." It felt like he could see her standing by his side.

The woman with the curves, the woman in a pencil skirt, the woman in a sleeved button up white shirt, the woman with her black hair pinned back into a victory roll with loose curls, the woman standing proudly in a pair of red heels, the woman standing proudly in thigh high stockings with the clips of her garter belt barely peeking out from under her skirt.

"What else?" He questioned her.

"Antique shop with breakable items. You want that first scene to be really believable. You want her to really be in fear, everything's smashing around her."

Waltz wrote down every word she spoke "And?"

"And, Rose is scared too. She's holding Poppy." Ambrosia thought for a moment "Their at another part of the store, Poppy's screaming." She watched as Waltz soaked in every word she spoke.

Waltz sat himself down behind his desk as he watched Ambrosia rest herself against his desk.

"What?"

"Nothing." Waltz smiled as he lifted open his laptop lid "Tell me more about you."

Ambrosia bashfully smiled.

Waltz had felt like his muse was running wild as he typed out the every word his brain was thinking off.