After lunch, which was actually servings of sushi and a wine Chelsea hadn't heard of before, the duo headed to Dylan's jewelry store.
They alighted Dylan's Lamborghini Urus and walked into the appropriately named Cross Adornments. The entire staff paused and bowed the moment Dylan stepped in.
The interior was breathtaking. Even for a high-end bad bitch like Chelsea, this was money speaking.
From the several feet high glass ceiling down to the richly marbled floor, diamond, gold and silver watches, earrings, necklaces and other adornments rested, encased all over the store.
Other precious stones and pearls shone brightly as though in a contest to beat each other and manage whatever space the diamonds left for them to shine.
"Wow" escaped Chelsea's mouth subconsciously as her eyes scouted the enclosed Iceland.
Dylan smiled as he observed her from the corner of his eye. He was glad she was impressed. This piqued interest meant more meetings.
After taking a tour round the store, Dylan and Chelsea were back in Dylan's Urus.
"So... did you like it?" Dylan licked his lower lip slowly, his gaze fixed ahead.
Chelsea's body heaved slightly as she turned to him. If she were to be truthful, she was beyond captivated by what she saw. To own that amount of diamonds and precious stones, Dylan must be on serious brick cash.
Her craving for his money intensified and she decided to speed her game but still remain classy.
"You managed to impress me on a first date, Mr. Dylan, I'm not easily impressed" she said, her eyes hawking on his, seeking the slightest spark.
Dylan smirked and remained calm. This was a game he was good at. He maintained his composure and replied. "Then I deserve something, a drink maybe, don't I?" he asked her, tilting his head to look into her eyes as well.
"Golden Petals?" Chelsea asked, seeking his preference.
"I would have suggested a less popular spot but as it is, I'm already public knowledge in every corner of the city" Dylan spoke with an air of pride.
"Alright, Superman, Golden Petals it is" Chelsea replied and returned to her original position.
In no time they were at Golden Petals.
"I have a reservation in their lounge area. Let's order from there. I need to refresh and relax" Chelsea offered.
"I don't have the reputation of lodging with single ladies at hotels" Dylan made to decline.
"What? Saint doesn't wanna get into scandals? We've already been spotted by many. The speculations would still run wild" Chelsea replied, her eyes peering into his as she tilted her head slightly.
"Fine. It was a business meeting" Dylan replied and Chelsea smirked in acknowledgement. They both alighted the Urus.
They walked together into the hotel, passing by the screening gazes of onlookers. They got into the elevator together and set course for the floor Chelsea's lounge sat on.
As soon as the door slid close, the atmosphere got tense. They maintained composure though, both fighting hard to resist their urges.
Chelsea restrained herself from rubbing her hip on his while he desisted from grabbing those hips and twirling them to make her face him.
The elevator dinged and the door slid open. They stepped out, both of them heaving a sigh of relief. Chelsea led the way as they walked to her reserved lounge. She opened the door and took one wanting look at Dylan before going in.
Dylan exhaled as he paused a bit. He needed to keep his desired in check. Whatever would go down in that lounge, he needed to keep his focus on the goal, getting information out of this lady.
He took a long breath and went in. He met a neatly arranged lounge with elements of female accessories here and there. Taking in the delightful fragrance of vanilla and rose, he walked to a sofa and sat gently. He heard the sound of running water and concluded she was freshening up.
His eyes immediately scanned the room, looking for details or items that would aid his suspicions or provide helpful information to his guesses. He found nothing relating to gang, mafia or drugs in the room.
He stood up and walked around gently, not satisfied with what his eyes gave him while he sat. He walked to the dresser and noticed the chain which had the cross pendant. Memories flooded his head as he picked up the necklace and looked at it.
"Looking for something?" Chelsea's voice invaded his thoughts.
He turned and saw her looking at him with raised eyebrows. Her expression read surprise but he still found her hot and pleasing to look at. Why not? She was putting on a mini gown that did a good job revealing her cleavage. He recollected himself and gestured with the necklace.
"Just admiring the jewelry" he gave a halfsmile and returned it.
"Oh that" she smiled in return. "I got it in Atlanta before moving here" she replied.
"I see. You really have love for expensive jewelry" he complimented.
"Why not? A lil' bling lights up the party" she concurred and walked to the receiver sitting on a table by the door. She bent seductively as she grabbed the receiver. She made sure her rear faced Dylan as she wined her waist slowly to an imaginary song. She dialed the reception and placed an order for two bottles of bourbon.
"I don't remember requesting for bourbon" Dylan said with a sly smile as she dropped the receiver.
"Well, I made a guess and you didn't protest as I made the order, so" Chelsea spread her hands in the air, rolling her eyes with an equal smile. He must have noticed what she was doing.
"Let's discuss business while we wait for it then" Dylan leaned forward.
"Right. Businessman" Chelsea replied teasingly and hopped on an armchair beside her. She sat relaxedly, crossing both of her legs on the armchair as she grabbed a throwpillow.
"So, before going into the business, like every other business, you need to know your target audience" Dylan started.
Chelsea tried to pay attention as he spoke but she couldn't. Every aspect of him was just so hot that she felt the space between her thighs getting hotter each second.
The way his lips moved, the way his eyebrows arched, the way his eyes widened and squinted interchangeably as he explained, every damn thing about this young man was incinerating.
The bell rang and she got up to answer. She felt herself already getting moist. She opened the door for the attendant and he pushed a rolling tray that had two bottles of bourbon exquisitely wrapped and packaged with three glasses, an opener and some serviettes.
The tray was transferred to the lounge's center table and the attendant left. Chelsea helped herself to a bottle and poured Dylan a glass. After handing over the glass, she uncorked the other bottle and drank straight from it.
"Slow down ma'am" Dylan called after taking a sip from his own glass.
"Don't worry, daddy, I'm good" she winked and downed another long gulp.
"I don't think you are" Dylan said and got up to take the bottle from her. She struggled for a while before she finally let go.
He turned and placed the half-empty bottle on the tray. Then he turned to her. Her eyes were already spelling tipsy.
"What are you doing, Ms. Landore?" he asked calmly.
"Don't you play the good boy card with me" she said loosely. Hell yeah, she was tipsy.
"You know I called you here for more than just business" she said and stood up, wrapping her hands around his neck. Their bodies were so close they could feel each other's breaths and heat.
He smirked and looked at her for a while, taking in her innocent beauty and fragrance once more. As if on cue, he grabbed her hips and pulled her upwards. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Let's make it more than just business then" he said in a soft alluring whisper.
Dylan got to the mansion alighted the Urus. His entire clothing was roughed up and covered in blood. He looked around and noticed the Bentley Continental missing. He immediately had a bad feeling and dashed inside the mansion. None of the guards asked him any questions. This made him even more worried. He got to Chelsea's room and opened the door without knocking. It was empty. He found the safe open and empty as well. His heart began racing. He dashed to his room but he didn't see her in there either. He felt his knees getting weak. He checked the study and all then rooms on the down floor but he didn't find her inside any. He got upstairs and checked the accessible rooms and halls in the mansion but still nothing. "Chelsea!" he yelled. His voice echoed throughout the entire hallway, back and forth. There was no response. "Chelsea!" "Chelsea!!" "Chelsea!!!" Dylan slowly came down from the steps. He got to the base of the steps and sat down on the last step. His face was deje
Chelsea shuddered on hearing his name. Was this fate playing games with her? Just when she had finally gotten a shot at a happy life. Just when she had decided to start anew. Now her past had come to haunt her future. Why was life cruel? Dylan continued. "He just attacked one of my warehouses. He has challenged me to come face him or he'll destroy my name with the evidence and proof he has on me. I never expected him to stoop so low but I guess Ceaza has always been a scumbag. "I've already made arrangements for Joyce and Derek to be taken to a safehouse. You'll be safer here. I'll be going to face him off at the warehouse now" he added. "Why are you going? It's obvious he just wants to kill you. Why not send someone else? You have capable hands" Chelsea fired. Dylan smiled. "No. This is a personal battle that started years ago. I have to finish it myself" he replied. "I don't want anything happening to you, Dylan. Please don't go?" Chelsea begged. Her eyes became teary. She trul
Chelsea was dumbstruck. She had been expecting it but it still came as a shock to her. There he was, Dylan Cross, the King of Miami, the kingpin of the most notorious mafia cartel, the leading businessman in the city, on one of his knees, asking for her hand in marriage. It all seemed so surreal to her. She was stuck in a blur that she didn't know when time flew by. She returned to reality and saw Dylan still positioned on one knee, his hands holding out the box that contained the shiny diamond ring in it. He was patiently waiting for her answer. She was still contemplating. Was this what she really wanted? Was this really her way out from the life she had been living? To be a wife and mother now? Her life events flashed before her eyes. It was a big decision. One that would change her life forever. She had to make the right choice. As she was still thinking about it, she heard a familiar voice behind her and turned. "Aunty Chelsea!" It was Derek. He wore the same suit as his fath
Decorations were at their most glamorous. The lighting, the music and every aspect of the hall depicted a billionaire's taste. The guests had already started arriving. And true to Dylan's words, they were really the most prominent and powerful people in the society. Business tycoons, politicians, powerful billionaire families, and people of equal calibre were in attendance. In the garage, there were no cars less than the best of the best. Most cars there were even the only pieces ever produced. Customized and special editions. Chelsea stood from the balcony above as she observed the guests. She had her hair done at the last hour and put on her special dress that Dylan had imported without her even knowing. It was a white gown with designs of gold on it. She didn't even know when he planned and organized everything without her having a hint. What even surprised her more was the hall. She never knew the mansion had such an enormous hall within it. There were places she hadn't explored
Chapter 144 - An Introductory Party Two Months Later Dylan and Chelsea were now a public item. The news, social and other media carried it in droves. It was a blast. Different stories rose up. Several hypothesis were raised and conclusions drawn. It was a highlight for the city of Miami and Florida at large. Both the public society and the underground world were taken by surprise. They went to parties together. They shopped and dined together. They went on trips together. They practically did everything a couple did together. Always holding hands as they walked. They shared kisses in public. Even on interviews, Dylan always mentioned her name and called her his partner. There was never a shortage of pictures and clips on the media. The news also transcended the borders of Miami, Florida and America, reaching far across the globe. Dylan's cell and inboxes were flooded with calls and texts from both old acquaintances and new. Some were subtle with their questions while others went st
Inside The Hades Room Dylan held Clara's body as it gradually turned cold. Her eyes still stared at him with pure hate and intense resentment. He gradually dropped to his knees, his eyes fixed on the face of his ex-wife. She was beautiful, there wasn't a doubt about that. She had to be beautiful to be Dylan Cross's wife of course. But she also had a darkness in her that was too contaminating, it eroded her beauty. He couldn't quite understand why she hated him so much. People tend to accept society as it is and live with it. But she had to go out of her way to hate him and want him dead. Not that it was possible anymore. But still, she was once his wife. "But... you could have at least shot her in the leg. You could have rendered her immobile. You didn't have to kill her, Victor" Dylan said gently. It was plainly obvious he didn't didn't her dead. Maybe he still had a soft spot for her. "I'm sorry Pope. But I doubted that would have stopped her. I'd rather prefer you lose your ex-