Free MMF: Taken By the Dark Pack (Paranormal Shifter Menage Romance) (New Adult Shapeshifter Threesome Short Stories) by Jennifer McKenzie

My dreams are simple.
     
    It all starts with me looking at my bedroom mirror. It is oval, antique and beautiful. I stare at it as it reflects my pale freckled face and my dark curly hair. I smile at it out of habit and my dimples appear on both sides of my chubby cheeks. I look down at what I’m wearing, expecting to see me in my plus-sized-pajamas. Instead I see myself wearing a sexy purple lingerie, silk. But I know I don’t own anything like this in my wardrobe. I look back at the mirror and saw that I looked good wearing it. I caress the silk lingerie with care and feel as if I’m wearing them for someone.
     
    But who can that someone be? I thought to myself.
     
    That’s when I hear the familiar clink of my apartment door. Someone just entered. My stomach flutters with excitement. He’s here. His footsteps are coming closer to where I am. I’ve been waiting for him but I don’t know who he is.
     
    Who’s there? I ask, and the sound of his footsteps stop. But the question feels wrong. No, not wrong, absurd. I feel as if I should know, as if I’m missing on something. Why?
     
    For a while I just stand there, puzzled at myself. Why do I not know but feel as if I should know him? As if I do know him?
     
    I walk slowly pass the bookshelf that separates my bed from the small living room, towards where his footsteps stopped. I carry my baseball bat just in case. And then I see him, facing towards the window, his silhouette outlined by the city lights of Manhattan. I lower my bat. Even from the back, I am mesmerized by his beauty. His body, muscled and macho like a calvin klein model. He just stands there, gazing at the window, deep in thought. I realize, I do know him. I know him for a very long time now. He’s important to me.
     
    “Honey, you’re here.” I say, the words escaping my lips before I could think of saying any of them. And yet, I’m not surprised. It feels like I’ve been saying this to him almost every day now. He starts to turn around, and just before I can see his face, I wake up.
     
    I blink my eyes more than necessary. I look at the window beside my bed. Usually I see insects flying or crawling there. Today I see a mosquito.
     
    The morning sunlight streams through my window. Beep beep my alarm goes, Its 7 am. I stop its beeping and let my thoughts linger for a moment. I find it strange, that no matter how much I get used to dreaming it, the amount of curiosity I have never lessens. After a few minutes of self questioning, I get up to do my daily routine. First, I drink water and make breakfast which I eat in silence. And then after that I take a bath and change into my clothes. Unlike other girls, I don’t usually take long in changing clothes, I just wear the hell I want to wear. When I finish, I take a brief look at the mirror, the same mirror I looked at in my dreams. I smile out of habit and as always, my dimples appear in each side of my chubby cheeks. I take my bag from the table and go to work.
     
    ***
     
    As I close the door to my apartment building, I was greeted by the smell of strong coffee combined with car smoke, which I breath in and out deeply. Cab horns sound everywhere I go, produced by rush hour traffic and impatient drivers. Typical monday morning , I thought. I struggle finding a cab at first, even bumped to a guy on the way. Thankfully, he was nice enough to help me, and within minutes, he had found me a cab. I say a polite thanks and open the cab door. I look at him once again, from inside the cab. He’s cute, I thought. But no way am I crushing on him. I know his type of women. Probably skinny, with make up filled faces and unboring personalities which is kind of the opposite of me. I thought bitterly.
     
     
    Mrs. Chang, our boss, was waiting at the meeting room for me when I arrive at work. The expression on her face is smiling and friendly as always, which is neither good nor bad. You can never tell with Mrs. Chang, one day she’s greeting you for a job