Chapter 4: Daydream
Katherine's POV
Today has been an extraordinary day, filled with trials that have tested the limits of my strength. Despite my valiant efforts to immerse myself in my duties, my thoughts persistently wandered back to him. The mere recollection of his gentle touch, his passionate kisses, and the electrifying sensation of his warm breath caressing my skin sent delightful shudders down my spine. No matter how vigorously I attempted to banish him from my mind, he stubbornly lingered.
His presence, like an incessant haunting, tormented my every thought, causing me profound anguish. Seeking solace, I closed my weary eyes and reclined in my chair, seeking refuge in the darkness. Suddenly, a faint knock resonated through the air, penetrating the stillness of my office.
"Enter," I responded, my voice a mere whisper, unwilling to disrupt the tranquility.
The sound of footsteps grew nearer, and with hesitant anticipation, I slowly unveiled my eyes. Before me stood Julia, adorned with a radiant smile that illuminated the room.
Compose yourself, Katherine. Just breathe.
"Ma'am, you summoned me?" she inquired, her voice filled with eagerness. I straightened my posture, regaining composure.
I almost forgot I had asked my assistant to call her to come to my office. Plastering a smile on my face, I gestured for her to sit down which she gladly did. I could already sense the happiness radiating from her, as if she already had a clue about what I was going to say to her.
She sat down on the chair right opposite mine, as she waited eagerly to listen to the news I had for her. Trying to look as professional and serious like any other boss would, I broke the news to her.
"Yes, indeed. I called to let you know that, you have ascended to a higher position. You are now the illustrious head of the PR department. Congratulations," I conveyed, my words carrying the weight of this momentous news.
"Truly? Is this an actuality?" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.
If only she comprehended the boundless elation Dean ignited within me last night.
"Yes, it's authentic. I shall ask Sharon to present you with the official confirmation of your promotion. Congratulations once again," I announced, and her elation erupted into a symphony of jubilant squeals.
"Thank you immensely, Madam. You shall not be disappointed, Madam. Your decision will be eternally cherished," she exclaimed, brimming with joy.
"I know," I responded, affirming my understanding with a subtle nod.
"By the way, did Dean arrive home safely?" I inquired.
"Yes, he did. He reached before my arrival at work. I shall exert every ounce of my being to prove my worth to you. I promise you, Madam," she assured, her words dripping with determination.
"I know you will. Also, kindly inform Dean to meet with me tomorrow. I believe I can help him out," I revealed, a smile gracefully gracing my countenance.
"Truly, Madam? Thank you. Thank you so much," she exclaimed, her gratitude radiating like a thousand suns.
She seemed extremely happy, and yet, I couldn't help but ponder how he was faring.
After bidding her farewell and dismissing her from my office, I reclined in my chair once more. Yet, his presence lingered in my thoughts, refusing to dissipate.
His smile, oh that enchanting smile, was etched into the tapestry of my mind. I found myself yearning for the privilege of witnessing that smile directed at me.
Why do these thoughts of him persist, relentlessly haunting my consciousness? What is happening to me?
Another sigh escaped my lips as I slowly opened my eyes. The desire to behold him once more, even if only for a fleeting moment, consumed me. I longed to feast my eyes upon him again.
Dean's POV
In the depths of the night, I sought solace in slumber, hoping to forget the events that unfolded last night. Alas, sleep proved to be a treacherous companion, as my mind was consumed by her presence, an unwelcomed intruder that refused to retreat.
As the sun reached its zenith, casting its golden rays upon the world, I found myself not feeling hungry, yet I felt compelled to nourish my body. With a heavy heart, I ventured into the kitchen, where I decided to cook something to eat.
But alas, just as I began my cooking, a jarring interruption pierced the air. My phone, an instrument of both connection and annoyance, demanded my attention. Reluctantly, I answered, bracing myself for the onslaught of Julia's exuberance.
Her voice, like a chorus of jubilant birds, resonated through the receiver, causing me to wince and retreat. She knew well of my disdain for such noise making, yet she persisted, oblivious to my discomfort.
"Julia, I implore you, spare my ears from your ecstatic symphony. You are well aware of my aversion to such noise," I grumbled, hoping for a moment of respite. But, my plea fell on deaf ears.
"My love, guess what?" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with unadulterated joy.
I sighed, my eyes rolling in exasperation. "Please, enlighten me," I responded, my tone laced with indifference.
"I have ascended the ranks! The promotion is mine!" she shrieked, her excitement reaching fever pitch.
"Ah, I see. Congratulations," I offered, my words devoid of surprise or enthusiasm.
But she, ever unsatisfied, probed further. "Is that all? Just congratulations?" she questioned, her disappointment evident.
I could not help but retort, my words tinged with the weight of recent events. "What did you expect me to say, my dear? This outcome was hardly unforeseen. Especially after the events that transpired last night."
Her plea, laced with desperation, hung in the air, begging for understanding. "Oh, my love, let us not traverse this topic once more. You know that everything I have done, I did for us. I yearn for a brighter future, one where we can thrive together."
Silence enveloped us, a pause pregnant with unspoken thoughts and uncharted emotions.
I remained silent for a moment.
"I apologize. I shouldn't have brought up that topic. Congratulations on your well-deserved promotion," I mustered a smile, though it felt as forced as a puppet's grin.
"Thank you, my love. This calls for a celebration. How about we venture out tonight and revel in this moment?" she proposed, her excitement overflowing.
"Um, I'm not quite sure. I don't really feel like going out tonight," I replied, hesitatingly.
"What? No, darling. Please don't do this. We must commemorate this joyous occasion. It's a splendid reason to rejoice," she insisted, her disappointment palpable.
I exhaled deeply, realizing that sighing had become a frequent companion of mine lately.
"Julia, just come home after work. We can always celebrate within the confines of our home, alright?" I suggested.
She sounded crestfallen, but her disappointment swiftly dissipated as she uttered the next words.
"Anyway, Ma'am Katherine wishes to meet you," she revealed, causing such astonishment that I nearly dropped the spoon I held.
The mere mention of her name sent my heart into a frenzied rhythm. Why does she suddenly hold such power over me?
"Why?" I inquired, my words unfolding with caution.
"She says she wants to assist you in finding a job. That woman is benevolent. She bestowed upon me a promotion, and now she desires to offer you employment. Who knows? You might even attain the studio of your dreams," she exclaimed, rekindling her excitement.
"Yeah, right. So, when does she want me to meet her?"
"Tomorrow. She requests your presence at the fashion house tomorrow."
My breath hitched. The prospect of encountering her once more unsettled me. I wasn't prepared to meet her gaze, especially after my clandestine departure from her house this morning.
"I'll consider it," I murmured.
"What? You'll consider it? Dean, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity knocking at your door. You must seize it before it slips away," Julia exclaimed.
"Julia, I won't go through this again. I said I'll consider it. Don't rush me. We'll discuss it thoroughly when you return home, alright? Take care," I responded, ending the call.
Katherine. Why do you keep reentering my life?
Katherine's POV
I gradually opened my eyes, sensing a presence nearby. A figure slowly approached, initially blurry but gradually becoming clear. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized who stood before me - Dean. I sat up, my eyes fixed on him as he gracefully moved around my desk and positioned himself in front of me. With a captivating smile, he lowered himself down.
"Hello, Katherine," he greeted.
"Dean, you're here?" I questioned, and he nodded, the smile never leaving his face.
"You look stunningly beautiful," he complimented, his fingers gently caressing my cheek. I sighed, leaning into his touch.
"Dean, I..." I started, but he interrupted me.
"Shhh...don't worry. I'm not going anywhere," he reassured.
As soon as those words escaped his lips, our mouths collided in a passionate embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck, while his held me close. Our kiss began slowly and deeply, but soon ignited with desire and longing. In the depths of our passionate embrace, I found myself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his touch. Our lips locked in a fervent dance, our very breaths intertwining in a symphony of desire.
In that fleeting moment, an insatiable longing consumed me. I yearned to surrender myself to him once more, to be enveloped in the warmth of his love.
But unfortunately, reality shattered the enchantment.
"Dean, I..." I stammered, my voice betraying the depths of my emotions.
Reluctantly, we relinquished our embrace, our lips parting with a bittersweet ache. And in that tender moment, he confessed the words my heart had longed to hear. "I love you, Katherine," he declared, his voice a gentle caress.
Suddenly, my eyes fluttered open, my heart pounding with a desperate urgency. Frantically, I reached out, searching for his presence, only to be met with the cruel truth that it was nothing more than a dream. A dream so achingly sweet, it left me yearning for a reality that may never be.
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