From Emily's point of view.

D*mn it. I had a dream.

I could not believe I dreamt about having wild s*x with Owen.

It was even more frustrating that I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a strong sense of emptiness.

I could only do it myself to relieve the lingering desire inside of me.

When I was about to reach the climax, I actually pictured Owen's abs and handsome face.

"Ahh..."

I panted heavily and lay on the bed. The post-orgasm emptiness made me feel even more ridiculous.

Owen was a horrible man, yet I could not stop lusting after his body!

I had too much...