Dream Cum True (Cum #5)

Chapter 1

One

Karla Newsome

“ M ona, 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 man from 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?”

“You weren’t at the wedding. We’ve been here for a few days, and tonight is the first time I’ve seen you. Believe me, I would’ve noticed.”

He raised his brow but didn’t respond. The bartender slid our drinks in front of us, and I took a sip of mine. I was no longer looking at Elias, but I could feel his gaze on me.

“I arrived this morning. Why are you here alone?”

“Because I’m divorced and couldn’t find anyone worthy enough to bring on this trip.”

“Divorced, huh?”

“It’s been a year, and we have two daughters, ages seven and five, who we’ve managed to coparent very well considering I can barely stand the sight of him.”

“How long were you married?”

“Ten years, together for fifteen, and he probably cheated on me for every last one of them. I was clueless until I wasn’t.”

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I used to be, but it is what it is. As long as he’s good to our girls, he’s not my concern.”

“I can understand that.”

“What about you? Why are you alone?” I asked.

“You sure you wanna know?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

We sipped our drinks simultaneously, and he took another sip before responding.

"My ex-lady is stalking me.”

“Stalking?”

“Yeah. She isn’t handling our breakup very well.”

“When did you end it?”

“Eight months ago.”

“Damn! And she’s still fucking with you? Your dick must be . . . oh shit. My bad.”

I turned away from him and gulped down the rest of my drink. He chuckled, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him shake his head before finishing his drink. I was embarrassed for letting my intrusive thoughts escape my mouth, but I didn’t know this man, so I didn’t let it bother me for long.

“I had to get the police involved when I discovered she’d put a tracking device on both my vehicles.”

“Sounds like you picked a live wire.”

“Yeah. After dealing with that fiasco, I needed a quick getaway.”

“I’m sure you did. When I first left my husband, he didn’t take me seriously until I filed for divorce. Once he got served, he started an apology tour to win me back, but I had no interest in being with him anymore, so it was all in vain.”

“You never hooked up with him again after you left?”

“Not once after I found out he’d been cheating. The thought of having sex with him makes me nauseous.”

“I feel the same way about my ex. Of course, she thought she could use sex to get me back, but my dick wouldn’t even get hard. That really pissed her off.”

“I bet it did. That’s like the ultimate slap in the face. Why did you end things with her?”

“Honestly, it was a number of things. I think the demise of our relationship started when I overheard her on the phone talking to one of her friends about another friend. I didn’t realize how much of a mean girl she was, and that shit wasn’t attractive.

I’m big on loyalty, but based on what I overheard, the word wasn’t in her vocabulary. ”

“Most men don’t care about that kinda stuff, so I’m surprised.”

“I don’t know about other men, but genuine friendships are important to me.

How you treat your friends says a lot about you.

She’s been friends with the girl she was talking about for years, and I’ve seen that girl bend over backwards and go out of her way for my ex.

It didn’t sit right with me. In my opinion, if she could dog her so-called friend like that, she can’t be trusted.

When I asked her about it, she doubled down on everything she said. ”

“Wow! I guess I need to stop grouping all men in the same category.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“A lot of men tend to have very surface-level friendships and don’t seem to hold each other accountable. That’s why I was surprised you cared about what your ex had to say about her friend.”

“All men aren’t the same.”

“I know. My friends’ husbands prove that to me every day.”

“How so?”

“I’ve never seen men so supportive of one another. They don’t hesitate to correct and hold each other accountable. They love my friends with a fierceness I’ve never seen. My husband sure as hell didn’t love me like that. So, what was the final straw with your ex?”

“I found out she was cheating.”

“I guess we have that in common.”

“It sounds like I was with the wrong woman, and you married the wrong man.”