Their Dream Man My Mate

Do you want to hear a story about a queen who instantly found true love and lived happily ever after? Well, tough shit. This isn't that type of story. This is my story. My life, and how it all got turned upside down before I could come to know what love really was, but before I can get to the juicy parts of my life, I need to start at the beginning. I need you to really understand just how fucked up my life really was before I met.....them!

"The true stars of the show", one of them yelled from one of the rooms. I paused the video I was recording.

" Shut up, I'm recording" I yelled back, to which two pairs of laughs followed. Rolling my eyes, I continued.

Let me take you back to the beginning......................

Ember

I'm in bed and it's dark. Two pairs of hands are roaming all over me. I couldn't see who they were, but I didn't want them to stop. This was new for me. I usually can't stand anyone to touch me lately, even my own boyfriend. I could tell that neither of them was him either, but I didn't want their hands to move away. "Dear God , don't stop", I moaned slightly, feeling their hands across my neck, my chest, my back. One male was behind me, another in front of me as I sat on my knees. The one behind me was teasing me, breathing small blows on the right side of my neck. The one in front of me had his nose on the nape of my left shoulder blade. It was almost as if he was sniffing me as he trailed his nose to the left side of my neck. I stood completely still until he licked my sweet spot that sent a wave of tingles down my spine. I couldn't help the moan that followed after it and I heard them both grunt in unison at their satisfaction at hearing it. " Your ours", the one in front whispered in my ear before tugging on my earlobe gently with his teeth. The one behind me gripped my throat, but not in a way that made it uncomfortable. It was a demanding yet comforting way. He whispered in my ear, " Tell us what you want, Red", but before I could reply, I woke up to the sound of my stupid alarm going off.

"Fuck Me", I said out loud. That was the first time I had ever had a dream like that and I was wet from it.

"Language", I heard my mom call out from the room. I giggled and hopped out of bed, getting ready to start my day, cleaning the dream out of my head. It is a rainy day here in Tallahassee, Florida. It was definitely a nice change of pace since it's usually in the mid 90s all the time. I came out of the bathroom and looked at the clock. It was 7.30. I had to be at work by 10am. After I finished getting dressed, I helped my mom out of bed, washed her, and changed her into her daily clothes. I knew it always annoyed her, since there was a nurse from the family of the job I worked for that came by every morning at 9am to do this for her, but I wanted to. Sometimes , it felt like this was the only thing I could really do for her.

Four years ago, on a rainy day, my parents were on the way to see me graduate high school. They were about to take a left turn at a green light when an oncoming truck didn't stop at the red light and rammed into their car. Dad lost control of the vehicle and it flipped over a few times. Dad had a heavy impact and was killed on the spot due to his injuries and a heart attack. Mom survived, but had damage to her head, legs, and spine. She lost both of her legs to an infection that grew from her injuries. The truck driver didn't even get arrested as he drove away from the scene, and the stupid fucking cops had no idea how to trace him, even though there was surveillance that got the whole accident on video from a cafe across the street.

Ever since then, I have been taking care of mom. We didn't always have the best relationship. I didn't really have the best relationship with dad either. I grew up in their home having trouble in school sometimes. My classmates would always tease me about my red hair, or my curvy body. I developed faster than all of the other girls, who were slim and beautiful. Almost model like. I got my looks from my mother, having double d breasts, wide hips, and a small waist with a bit of belly. It was always an issue with the other girls, because boys would hit on me non stop, and it would make the girls jealous. Jealous enough that they would pull my hair, say smart ass remarks to me, and bump into me. My first reaction would always be to punch them in the face and mess up their pretty features. You would think they would have learned the first time it happened, but nope. My parents were called each time I fought and they were always disappointed in me.

Dad never hesitated to tell me how much of a fuck up I was to him, and that I was always ruining the family name. Mom didn't say much, but her silence sometimes hurt even worse than dad's words. I was put out of the house by 16, and after being on my own for a few weeks, realizing I had no where to go, I swallowed my pride and begged them to let me back in. They agreed, on the condition that I attended anger management until I graduated high school. My reward if I met their conditions was them paying for me to go to culinary school, since my passion was always to be a professional chef.

That dream almost died the day dad did, but mom told me he had already paid for a full 2 years at the Tallahassee Culinary School of Arts. I would be responsible for covering the remaining two years. I was in tears at the news and I made sure every year at school to excel in all things chef as well as my other studies. My two years were up last year, and I spent the summer looking for a job. Dad's life insurance policy was running out , and mom and I both knew that soon, the bills would start to pile up. I found a job at a local restaurant as a waitress. The job was easy enough, but the tips were absolutely trash. I had wanted to be a cook, since they were paid more, but my manager at the time was a scum bag, and wouldn't let me move up in the company. My aunt from my dad's side of the family, Rosalee, would take care of my mom for me while I worked double shifts. If it was not for working doubleshifts and saving money, I might not have met him. Ryder Woodcrest. My current boyfriend.

When I met Ryder at the time, he came in for some food and was going over his phone. I admitted to myself, he was kind of cute, with his dark skin, brown eyes, and black locks with gold on the tips. It was in a man bun. He paid me no mind as he ordered a BLT on wheat toast, and I brought the food to him. The cook had undercooked his bacon, and he was quick to notice. He looked up at me and I could just tell he was going to curse me out, but the look on his face somehow came close to shock. He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me out of the store, pushing me against the wall before I could realize what was happening.