Page 1 of Dream Cum True
One
Karla Newsome
“Mona, please go enjoy your wedding night and stop worrying about me,” I urged my best friend.
Mona’s love story gave me hope. My best friend had a horrible marriage and divorce, but found the most beautiful love with Clinton. She was adamant about not marrying again, but after thinking she couldn’t carry a baby to term due to multiple miscarriages with her ex-husband, she and Clinton were blessed with two children, back-to-back.
Her feelings about marriage changed, and the couple just had the most beautiful ceremony in breathtaking Punta Cana. The reception had come to an end, and everyone in our circle was married except me. Mona was worried about me being alone, but I was perfectly fine.
“I don’t want to leave you here alone,” she said.
“If you don’t take your ass on and go enjoy your husband. I’m fine and probably won’t be here much longer. It’s been a long day, and my flight is early.”
I would’ve loved to bring a handsome man with a big dick on this trip with me, but the dating pool became worse by the minute. Since my divorce a year ago, I’d been on a total of six dates. It took me six months to work up the nerve, and unfortunately, my disappointment increased with each date.
My hopes of meeting someone while in Punta Cana had dwindled with each passing day. I had an early flight tomorrow and had accepted that it would be just me and my vibrator tonight, like it had been many nights since I decided to file for divorce.
Everyone else in our party had gone to their rooms, and I was surprised Clinton hadn’t whisked Mona away. I looked across the bar, and he seemed to be caught in a conversation with a man who looked vaguely familiar, although I was sure I hadn’t seen him before.
She sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll leave you alone, but promise to text me when you get to your room so I’ll know you’re safe.”
“I promise.”
We exchanged a warm embrace and cheek kisses, and she headed toward her husband. The gentleman Clinton had been talking to was gone, and he waited for her to reach him with a huge smile. I watched as they exchanged a few words with their mouths barely an inch from each other before they kissed. He draped his arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into him as they walked away. I watched my friends until they disappeared but didn’t realize I was doing so until I heard a male’s voice to my left.
“They’re a beautiful couple,” he said, his smooth, deep voice sending chills down my spine.
I turned to see who the voice belonged to and almost gasped. It was him. It was the man who’d been appearing in my dreams for months. It was the same man Clinton had been talking to, and although he looked familiar, I had no idea it was the manfrom my dreams. I did my best to hide my shock when I finally responded.
He looked to be over six feet and had a muscular build. His skin was reminiscent of smooth, dark chocolate. It was obvious he’d recently gotten a haircut, and the hair he kept on top was braided to perfection. When I looked into his dark, mysterious eyes, I had a flashback to the dream I’d had as recently as last night.How can this be?
“Umm, yes, they are.”
“I’m Elias.”
He offered his hand, and I looked at it as if I didn’t know what to do. When he pulled it away, I realized my delayed reaction.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I’m Karla.”
I offered my hand to him, and he didn’t hesitate to grab it. When our hands touched, I shivered, and the temperature was at least ninety degrees. His lips curled into a smirk, letting me know he noticed it.
I was at the bar, and he sat on the stool next to me, uninvited. I didn’t mind because I felt like I knew him. He smelled good enough to eat, and I could use the company. Hopefully, he could offer some good conversation.
“What are you drinking?”
“A cosmopolitan.”
He got the bartender’s attention and ordered a drink for us both.
“So, do you know the happy couple?” he asked.
“I’ve been best friends with the bride for almost two decades. How do you know them?”
“I don’t. I met Clinton a few minutes ago.”
“Makes sense.”
“Why?”
