Chapter 5

CASEY’S head is aching badly. She can’t feel her arms and legs, and she felt as if her whole body was wrapped tightly with something. She opened her eyes slowly and flinched with the blinding lights that welcomed her.

She groaned and tried to speak, but nothing came out in her lips. She turned away from the lights and adjusted her gaze. She has to blink several times before a clear view of her surroundings appeared. And, the first thing that she saw was the face of a handsome man lying beside her.

Casey gasped and looked at herself. She was wrapped in a thick blanket, that’s why she can’t move her limbs. Casey tried to speak again, but it was as if her voice left her throat. With careful movements, she sat up and looked around the place. She was lying in a luxurious queen-size bed in a large room that could fit their office inside with excess space.

“Where am I?” Casey asked in a throaty voice. Then, she remembered the man sleeping beside her. She looked at him on a knotted forehead. “Oh, my gosh...”

She studied the man’s perfect facial features. With his downy hair, thick brows, chiseled nose, kissable lips, and sharp jawline, he could be mistaken for a Greek God sleeping peacefully in this luxurious bedroom. Casey felt like she was inside a royal bedroom and slept with the king.

“But what am I doing here?” Casey started to crawl on the edge of the bed, but before she could lay her feet on the carpeted floor, the man spoke.

“Amara...” His sexy bedroom voice brought a tingling sensation to Casey’s skin. “Amara, you’re awake...”

Casey’s brows furrowed. What did he call me? Her chest hammered as the man sat up straight and revealed to her his broad bare chest. His thick brows furrowed as he looked at her worriedly.

“Are you okay? How do you feel?” He moved closer to her, but Casey scooted away. “What’s wrong?”

Casey doesn’t know what to say. Why is this man calling her Amara? She looked at her body and hands. She was dressed in an expensive robe, and her skin looked... smoother?

“Amara?” The man looked at her worriedly.

Casey tried to remember what happened to her, but only she recalled was when she was about to get on the plane. But why she’s riding a plane? What happened to her? Why she’s in an unfamiliar bedroom with an unknown man that kept calling her a different name?

Casey got off the bed and wandered around the spacious room with expensive furniture that she only saw in movies and dramas. Where am I? She asked as she walked back and forth until her eyes caught the large wedding picture hanged on top of the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise when she recognized the man and the woman in the picture.

“A-Alexander...” she murmured in disbelief. Her trembling hands clutched on her robe as her chest hammered wildly. “W-what is this...?” She lowered her gaze to the man on the bed, who was still looking at her with a knotted forehead. “Alexander?”

“Yes, honey...” he replied worriedly. “Can’t you remember me?”

Casey covered her hands in her face. She was shocked and confused. She doesn’t understand what’s happening! She wandered around the room. What am I doing here? Her feet brought her in front of the mirror, and Casey stood face to face with the woman she despised the most.

But then she paused. She looked at Amara closely. Why she’s mimicking her every move? Casey touched her face, and Amara did it too. She raised her arm, Amara raised hers also together with her.

“Oh, my gosh...” Casey gasped as realizations dawned on her. She looked at her own reflection in the mirror, but it wasn’t her face that she saw. It’s Amara.

“Amara...” Alexander called her wife’s name. “Amara, are you okay?”

Casey looked back and was caught by an unexpected view. The man was walking towards her in a completely naked state. She tried her best not to look down on his torso, but she failed. Her sinful eyes gazed down at his crotch and were welcomed by his morning wood.

“Oh, God...” Casey gasped, not taking her eyes off his cock. “Y-you’re ready...”

“Yes...” Alexander said and held his thick cock. Casey swallowed hard as his hand started to move up and down his shaft. “Why do you look as if it was your first time seeing it?”

Casey looked up at Alexander’s face. “Huh?” she asked, baffled. But then she remembered that she’s in Amara’s body. Casey paused and drew her brows together. Am I trapped in the body of that monster woman?

“Amara, you don’t look like you’re okay,” Alexander told her.

“I just woke up and saw that huge thing. What do you expect me to react?” Casey asked, almost out of breath. “I couldn’t even think straight, my gosh! Would you mind if you cover that humungous thing first?”

Alexander’s brows furrowed. He looked at her for seconds as if what she said is out of this world. “Are you sick?”

Casey covered her mouth. She shouldn’t be speaking like that because she’s Amara in his eyes and not Casey! What trouble has she gotten her soul into? Do Amara and I switch souls? Is it even possible? She turned her back at Alexander and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was really Amara...

“I know, you looked younger than before,” Alexander commented. He was standing behind her—and still naked.

“I feel young too,” Casey said, trying her best not to look down on the man’s cock. Oh, my, it was hard and ready... “C-can you please dress up?”

Alexander’s expression darkened. “You really can’t stand to see me naked,” he muttered. “I’m not like the other men you spend the night with.”

Casey knew that he was talking to Amara and not her, but she still felt hurt. It was as if the man lost his confidence because of his bitch wife. She watched Alexander went inside the toilet. After a few moments, he went out wrapped in a royal blue robe.

For a moment, Casey thought she was looking at a stunning sex god sauntering towards her. When their eyes met, Casey looked away and faced the mirror again. She pretended that she’s checking if she has open pores.

“The plastic surgeon made your face perfectly,” Alexander told her. “We barely recognized your face when you got rescued from the plane crash.”

Casey paused. “P-plastic surgeon?” she asked on a knotted forehead as the traumatic experience came back to her in a flash. “Plane crash...”

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