Love With My Billionaire Boss

The dreams

"I love you, Henry." The lady said gaily as she swayed her hips seductively towards the bathroom. Her face was blurry, and Henry couldn't make out who she was. "You don't think I can resist you, do you?" Henry chuckled as he followed her lead into the bathroom. He didn't know where the words had come from. They just came out naturally. He had no control over them. Slowly bolting the door behind him, he grabbed her waist, and captured her lips in a hot and fiery kiss. The lady reciprocated, as she moaned into his mouth. Wrapping her slender arms around his neck, she rubbed her full, and supple breasts against his broad chest, as they kissed themselves with equal passion. His hands wandered to her ass and he gave it a soft squeeze. She broke off from the kiss, and looked at him with a burning gaze filled with desire. "I want you to fuck me, Henry." She said. "At your service, Quinn." Henry turned her over, directly placing her soft ass against his length, and he groaned. As her hands tugged impatiently on the hem of her dress, the scenery changed. This time, they were on the bed. The blurry faced lady was clad in a sexy lingerie. She was directly on his length, riding him, as they engaged in an intense lovemaking. As she bent to bite his lips softly, she muttered almost inaudibly, "I love you, Henry." She breathed against his ears. ..... Henry woke up with a start. His body was drenched with his own sweat, and his body was quaking slightly from the aftermath of the dream. "Quinn." He muttered in the dark. That wasn't the first time he was having such dreams. It was always recurring for a long time as he could remember.

He never saw her face clearly. It was always a blur. And yet, they always made out or had sex in the dream. What Henry couldn't quite understand was why he felt such attraction towards her. Why did his heart always clench in pain anytime he awoke from the dream? Ever since his arrival at Country B, he had avoided having a close relationship with any female. Yes, he fucked them and all that, but it never went further than that. He felt that all ladies were like toys to be used and dumped at whim. Everyone had always been curious about his origin.... including himself. Yes, he didn't know where he came from either. He had woken up at the border between Country B, and Los Angeles. No memories whatsoever. A kind truckman had driven him here after he saw that Henry had been stranded. All efforts to recall where he had come from had been in vain. He couldn't recollect anything at all. However, when he was asked about his name, a name naturally spouted out of his mouth, Henry... Just Henry... No surname, nothing. Henry had stayed at the truckman house and then one morning, he disappeared. It wasn't until years later, did the truckman hear about him. He had become someone powerful in Country B. Where he got his help from, no one knew. Master Henry became someone not even he could approach. However, Henry wasn't someone to forget the kind gesture showed to him when he was down. He offered to take care of the truckman, and his wife. A beautiful villa was gifted to them, with a job at the king's palace. ...... Sighing, Henry dragged himself over to the bathroom. He glanced at a certain 'part' of his body which was poking outward. He was already used to it. Anytime he had any of such dreams, he always woke up with a rock hard dick.

The water from the shower rained down on Henry's firm and manly body. He wiped his hands across his face. Placing his hands on the wall, his hands inched slowly downwards towards his raging member. He cupped his hands around his hard shaft, and let out a groan. His hands worked at great speed in a bid to empty his load. His mind wandered back to his dream. Why did he feel as if he had lost a great part of him, whenever he woke up? Who was Quinn to him? Was she dead? At the thought of her dying, his heart wrenched in pain. He shook his head trying to clear the negative thoughts out of his mind. His actions made his wet hair splash water across the wall. He glanced at the dripping precum which made his dick glisten. He increased his tempo. It was high time he had a good fuck. ================ Henry walked out of the bathroom with only a blue towel draped around his waist. Water dripped down from his black and messed up hair. He grabbed at his sleeping robe which he had flung on his bed, and headed downstairs. Out of experience, he knew he wasn't going to get a wink of sleep that night. He was headed to the kitchen, to make a quick snack for himself. His steps on the stairs was as light as air, barely making any sounds. However, his mood was heavy. That had always been the case every wee hours of the morning. Reason why? His dreams... To him, there were nightmares. That was because they kept on recurring, and kind of tormenting him. Was he getting some kind of vision about the so called Quinn? 'Hah.' He sneered in derision. What visions? That was utter bullshit. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

He had never believed in them. And he wasn't going to start... Opening the door to his beautiful and we'll equipped kitchen, he sauntered inside. He eyed the large fridge at the corner of the kitchen. He cleared his throat as if he just remembered that his throat was dry. Henry poured himself a glass of water, and pushing his head back, he gulped it down with fervor. The sound of the gas cooker sounded immediately he turned it on. A frown crossed his face as he thought of what to make for himself. 'Egg omelette?' He thought.