Esoteric Dream [Mature]

Her feet take off running. Fear poured into her blood, and the people on the streets stared at her as if she was crazy. Then again, she was running at full speed down the street as if someone was chasing her. No one was.

Jacob called after her, and she tried to find where she parked. She wanted to scream since all the streets looked the same. Rounding the corner, her heels got stuck in the pavement, and she tried to wiggle her heel out when she got pushed behind the small corner of the nearby building.

Most blocks had a small corner where all the trash dumpsters were, and Charlotte fell on her bottom, narrowly missing broken glass bottles to her left. She brought her gaze up to Jacob standing above her.

"Why are you running?" he asked.

Her body was shaking in fear. "I'm sorry. How about we head back to the café you were talking about earlier?"

"I don't bite," his eyes flicked up and down her body. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Charlotte wanted to cry, but she mustered up the courage to fake a smile. "It's okay. Help me up will you?"

Instead, he pushed her flat to the ground. She tried to push his body weight off of her. His hands ran down the side of her face, as tears fell down her cheeks.

She closed her eyes. How could this situation happen again? God was surely playing a joke on her. She didn't know why she attracted the most scum of men.

Gasping out for breath, she choked in his strong cologne. She turned her head to the side when he brought his face closer. Charlotte wildly reached out to grab a stone brick. It was heavy for her to lift with only one arm, but she got a sturdy grip on it and punched the side of his face.

Blood shot out from his mouth, and Charlotte pulled back breathing hard. Jacob tried reaching out for her again, and she dropped the brick. She didn't want to kill him. Taking off her heel, she threw it at him. He yelled angrily at her, and Charlotte knelt beside him as he was flailing.

She punched him, the knuckles of her hand and the side of his face creating a horrible cracking sound, and Charlotte pulled away screaming from the pain. She didn't realize how bad it would hurt to punch someone, and she clutched her hand to her chest.

Jacob fell over, unconscious but still breathing. Charlotte left him with her other shoe and hobbled her way out into the street. Blood was smeared on her clothing, but people weren't looking twice her way. She found her car and sighed an irritated breath.

Pulling the door open, she sat in her car and brushed the tears sliding down her cheeks. She glanced up to see the dark red smeared on her face, and she turned away. Starting up her car, she drove home in silence.

Charlotte washed all the blood down the drain and rinsed her hair underneath the soft spray of the showerhead. She shook her hair out and wrapped the long locks in a towel. Her phone chimed, and Charlotte clicked her grandmother's name. She padded out into her bedroom, sitting down on the comforter.

Her grandmother's voice spilled over the line. "Charlotte, how did the date go?"

Charlotte pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Remind me to never let you set me up on blind dates ever again."

"Was it that bad?"

"Yes, grandmother," she sighed. "Thank you for your effort and thought. I'm going to rest now."

"Of course, dear. Thank you for seeing him."

Charlotte couldn't tell her the truth that he was a danger to her. There was only a small hint of gold around his eyes, but it was not to be mistaken for her to be delusional. If she was mistaken, then she would hope that he wouldn't press any charges. It would be tiring to do so when nothing was working out in her favor.

She placed her phone on her nightstand and yawned while turning off the lights. Taking out her hair from the towel, she tossed it to her vanity and laid back on her bed. She was too tired to get up and put on pajamas. Her silk robe didn't cover her well. Charlotte shivered from the chill, but the thin robe would do.

Slipping her feet under the covers, she shifted until she found a comfortable position. She was out like a light in a couple of minutes. Charlotte was soon lost in her dream and moaned when cold hands ran up her legs. Goosebumps rose on her exposed flesh when an erection was pressed to the juncture of her thighs.

Her eyes fluttered open to meet golden eyes shock, and his lips curved in a smile when her tears fell from the pleasure. Her mouth dropped open as she reached the top of her climax. Vincent inclined his head from his position above her until his lips devoured her cries of passion.

Charlotte woke up clutching the bed, immediately pulling herself up to bury her head in her hands in embarrassment and irritation. Breathing hard, she swept a hand down her chest, feeling her heart beat erratically.

How could she have such an erotic dream? Especially about Vincent nonetheless. She swallowed thickly and felt the moisture between her legs, as she eased her tense legs back down on the bed already cooling off.

Moonlight streamed through her sheer curtains, and she shook her head. Charlotte couldn't believe that she came from the idea of his smile. Vincent had ruined her from all men.