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Kameela Devgan

I was making coffees for all four of us from the coffee maker when I heard a long yawning coming up to me.

"Lisa, you look like you just got hit by a damn tornado!" I shrieked, she looked hilarious while scratching her scruffy hair.

"I know, thanks for the compliment." She rolled her eyes before staring behind my shoulder.

"Why are you making coffee? Didn't any one of the maids helped you?" She asked me, glancing around.

"No, I think they aren't in yet. I came here early and I saw no one." She looked at me in bewilder while walking around the island to reach me.

"From the way you guys got loud yesterday, I thought you won't be stepping a foot outside of bed till evening. But not bad, Cabello, he made it pretty well to get you used to his dick." She winked at me, taking the cup of coffee I displayed on the tray. I shield my hands to face to cover up the blushes and she giggled.

"It's not like that." Was all I could answer when the captures of last night thrilled in my mind.

"Hmm, is it? Then, why don't you have some sleep but woke up early instead?" It was her sarcasm but just then the exact reason why I had no bit of sleep popped in head.

Grabbing a cup for myself, my nails began drawing patterns on it's surface and Lisa caught my discomfort.

"Hey, what happened?" She sounded serious now, patting on my shoulder in assurance.

"Nothing, I just...." I trailed, not knowing whether she would take it consequentially or not.

"Tell me, Kameela." She ushered a little more sternly and I gave in. "I....I had a dream."

"Okay?" She was deliberate for me to open up more.

"It wasn't a nightmare but not like the good one too." I started opening up, glimpsing every single scenes from the dream one by one. "It's about my Love God. He....returned to where he belongs and I was there with him the whole time on the process, but...." My tongue struggled to make up the words for the worst part of the dream.

"But?" Lisa asked slowly, knowing how this effects me.

My gazed down eyes, perked up to meet her curios ones and I finished my sentences. "He don't know me. He started looking at me as if I never existed in his life. Then, I woke up with him sleeping soundly over my chest and I couldn't close my eyes a bit while watching him snoring cutely. I had that feelings as if....even if I blink once, I could lose him forever."

"Aww, Cabello." Lisa cooed and pulled me into her embrace. When we get out of the hug, she wiped the unknown tears I didn't recognized coming out. "It was just a bad dream, okay? Look...." She chinned me up to make me meet her eye level. "None of that sort will happen. It's just a dream who plays tricks on your brain and the reality we are in."

"But....what if it was true? Some dreams meant to happen, you know. And the strange thing is, I never had dreams like this. I rarely even have dreams while sleeping." I defended my claim.

"So you're telling me that if I dreamed of the sexiest Massimo to kidnap me and had me handcuffed in his playroom just to get fucked hard, would happen sooner?" She ridiculed with a dreamy look and I giggled at her reaction.

"I don't mean that way, Lisa. It's just-"

"Babe, chill. Not everything comes out to happen in reality from a mere dream, okay? Just like I told you, believe is everything. Take this shit in your head and stop overthinking already." She noted calmly as she walked to the sink to discard her cup and paced pass me while saying, "I will go and take a bath now. Don't you dare make a breakfast and I will call the maids in."

She left after commanding so and she appeared back to the kitchen. "Urmm, Cabello....about the dream I narrated, you know the Massimo, kidnapping and handcuffing yet so on?" She was awkwardly staring at me and after I nodded, her voice came out with seriousness. "I'm going to kill you if you utter any of those things to Ricardo."

I laughed at her and she hurried away. "I will tell him everything in detail right when he arrives later." I shouted from the kitchen and several seconds later, she showed up again with a pillow and threw it on me. Grunting something under her breath as she walked away for real now.

Maybe she was right when she said that it was just a mere dream, which I really hope so.

*****

We spent the whole Sunday going around for double dates and exciting level of cruises. Yet, thanks to Lisa and Ricardo who had made an only reservation for four at all the places because they knew that neither me nor my Love God would feel comfortable about being around crowds.

The weekend ceased with joy and the next day came in.

"Bye, baby. Be safe, please." He kissed my lips before letting me go and I blow a big kiss to him as the elevator's door began closing.

I, then, made it to my workplace in 10 minutes and Lisa was already waiting for me. We walked in together later and began concentrating in our work.

Just like my scheduled list for today, I had a meeting with one of the most promising client and Lisa was already occupied in a serious conversation with Mrs Griffin, our senior consultant.

After the meet up I came back to my cabin and was doing some arrangement on my personal design catalogs, when I heard Lisa cursing under her breath as she enters my cabin.

"What happened now?" I tittered, knowing fully well of what might happen.

"That old hag keep on demanding me for a change of work when I know that my designs are well-rounded than hers." She grunted as she bangs her hand on my desk with clear annoyance. That lady had always looked down on our designs as she believes that it was so immature of us to think of trying something new according to the current trend.

This is how the life of most fashion consultant would be, I guess. Getting a promising client is extremely tuff in our group and we even had to compete to capture a well-known client so that we could propose them our ideas.

Even though many plus size women showed up to shop with us, only the basics stages of fashion would be our thing to handle whilst the celebrity dealing would always comes around to our senior consultant, Mrs Griffin. She's that stern and 'old is gold' kind of woman who had many years of experiences, so any big dealings would go to her and we are only to be the audiences for her bygone selections on the plus size celebrities.

"We know about her, Lisa. I don't know what kind of satisfaction she get when she ridicule our works." I told her and she nodded. "I know right! She's just being a jealous bitch, knowing well that if we get a chance with any famous celebs....we would be the head of her."

That hundred percent right. Everyone in my department knew that very much.

"That's right. You know, let her be.... she's just going to retire-" I stopped midway as I caught people from our department exiting one by one in hurry.

Lisa catch the confusion in my face and she turned herself around to see at the direction too. "Where are they sneaking out? It's not even lunch hours." I had the same question in my mind.

"Nina!" Lisa yelled at one of our coworker who's just as in hurry as everyone else to leave.

What's happening? Is there any sort of emergency or something?

Nina halted in her steps and peered to look at us, nodding her head. "Where are you guys going?" Lisa asked her.

"Don't you know? It's about the viral rumour going around the fashion industry." Nina replied and we looked at each other with doubt flaring out faces. She dismissed herself later and ran out of the exit.

"The viral rumour?"

"I know right. I have no idea what is it about." Lisa said and I nodded, continuing back my progress.

"What are you doing?" Lisa questioned me.

"Back to arranging my designs." I responded, shrugging my shoulder in obviousness.

"Cabello, aren't you curious of what might this be?" Now, I can see of where this conversation heading to.

"Lisa, if you want, go ahead and see for yourself. For sure it would be a lame news about a celebrity dealing something nonsense." I said so as this was a common case in between celebrities and rumours.

"Ah, Cabello! This might be interesting. Come on, babe." She whined and I shake my head playfully. I earned a huff from her and the next minute, she was dragging me by my hand. "I don't take 'no' for an answer. You're coming, that's it." I didn't protest because I knew very well that this would be happening sooner and I giggled while tailing behind her.

We reached the lightly overcrowded lobby hall of our floor which has a mini television and all the ladies noticed to be murmuring something onto each other while watching something on the television.

Now, I'm also curious.

"Follow me." Lisa informed as she initiated a walk-through betwixt the stacks of women rounded around the television.

When we successfully made into them, we had a clear view on the television and it was the usual fashion flash news.

Did they gathered here just to watch this?

"A viral leakage which swirls every fashion era for a week now had been confirmed to be fake, today morning as per the sources."

There were sound of gasps around me as the newsreader said so.

"The missing in person rumours about the 30 year old heart-throb, Adrian Reed Smith, had went viral since he quit coming up with banners or advertisement."

It was neither anyone who gasped so loudly now but myself as I looked at the images they projected.

This....can't be. My breathing became hard in each inhale I took.

"Just a week ago, a random statement from an anonymous said that he was found missing for the past few months but as for now, the statement proven fake by his own personal managers."

That's all I could take in before my mind shut off in complete shocking. I backed my steps behind to get away from there and when I did so, I rushed to my cabin. Slumping on the chair in still utter disbelief.

Quickly the reality knock me in and I had the realization. The images of the missing person from the news is an exact replica of my Love God. So? That's the real him.

He's the Adrian Reed Smith!

Ahem, ahem....