The Alpha Princes Purchased Maid R18

“Was that your first kiss?”

A voice of a man that I’ve never heard before. Did he kiss me?

There was a strange lingering feeling on my lips. My lips tingled, and they ached slightly from his kiss. I felt like there was something that I wanted to say to him, but my lips wouldn’t move, and my chest felt tight as my heart beat wildly.

‘Yes, it was my first kiss,’ I replied to him silently in my mind.

“Relax. Your body is all stiff, and your cheeks are bright red. Are you shy or embarrassed? Or perhaps…both?” the voice asked teasingly.

I’d never heard this voice before, and I had no idea who the man was. Everything around me was shrouded in darkness like a heavy smoke clouded my vision. He was near, but I couldn’t see him or his face. It was like he was here, yet he wasn’t.

“Did you enjoy your first kiss? Should we give it another try? Maybe your second kiss will feel so good that it’ll make you forget your first…” the man seductively suggested.

He’s going to kiss me again?

Although I had no idea who this man was, the thought of him kissing me again didn’t disgust me. Instead, I found myself looking forward to sharing that kiss with him. Without knowing what was happening, I found myself so attracted and captivated by his voice that I couldn’t think of anything else.

**Ring Ring Ring**

“Hmmm…”

My mind felt hazy, and my eyelids felt heavy from sleep as I drowsily reached my arm out to where I knew the alarm clock was sitting on top of the table next to my bed. The morning had arrived, and it was time to face reality again. My hand found the alarm clock and managed to silence the alarm without the need for me to open my eyes.

The sunlight shining in through the slightly parted curtain of the window stung my eyes when I slowly opened them. My room's familiar plain white ceiling greeted me, and I knew I had woken up on my small, narrow bed in my bedroom. Where else could I be?

Summoning up all my effort, I sat in bed and rubbed my eyes. I was alone in my bedroom, and there were no signs of a man ever being there. His voice and presence, which felt so close to me, were gone. It didn’t surprise me; this wasn’t the first time I’d had dreams very similar to those I had just had. Every time he appeared in my dream and I heard his voice, my mind would try to remember where I’d listened to his voice before, and the answer that I would arrive at would always be the same: I have never heard his voice before.

At least, not in real life.

A sigh escaped my lips, and my shoulder drooped at the realization that it was nothing but another dream. That made me realize I was slightly disappointed that he wasn’t here. I shook my head rapidly from side to side to clear my thoughts. Why did I sound like I wanted to meet him so much? I don’t even know who he is...and he’s probably just a pervert from all the suggestive things that he kept saying to me.