Dylan
Just one look into her beautiful eyes, and I had forgotten just how disgustingly low the vixen standing before me could go—She was having an affair with my father and pretending with me like it wasn’t going on under my very nose for crying out loud!
To think I had failed to recall my vow to stay away from her… to avoid doing anything that will intensify my feelings for her.
Just one word from her mouth had me apologising like some love struck fool…
And I rarely apologised to anyone to begin with.
The small smile I had on my face after we came to a truce gradually faded as I shook my head to clear my senses from its love-struck daze. “I’ll take my leave now that all that’s behind us.” I finished quickly and turned on my heel to exit her office, inwardly damning myself at the fact that I hadn’t been able to get the anger and bitternes
BRIELLE Shawn tried his possible best to lighten up the situation, but nothing he did was helping. To be honest, I was super surprised to see him still so full of spirit, and trying to crack jokes and all that. I really didn’t know if I could be that strong had I been in his shoes. Dylan wasn’t coping. You could see that he was struggling with himself, especially with all the things he had accused his father of, and how mean he had been to the man in general. It was almost night-time. I could tell that father and son needed to talk and clear things up, and so I bid them goodbye and managed to drive myself home. Silvie was at work when I arrived, meaning I had the house all to myself. It was so silent and gloomy, and the whole atmosphere felt like the colour grey. I turned on the TV, watched about two movies, and had dinner, but I wasn’t really able to eat much. I was tired, but I didn’t feel lik
BRIELLE What was I going to do with him now? "Look Dylan, you really can't be here right now, I mean look at the time, it's super late. You're tired, I'm tired. Maybe we should do this tomorrow when you and I both feel sober and refreshed, alright?" "No." No? What did he mean by no? I tried another tactic. "Dylan, you really need to leave. My boyfriend is very possessive and should he come and meet you here, I don't think things would turn out good for you." He looked at me critically with his drunk eyes. "You want to know what I think, Bree? One, I think that boyfriend of yours is the most stupid man ever. I mean, who leaves his girlfriend to get up and go out to check who's at the door all by themselves? Two, if you're implying that your boyfriend will hit a drunk man, then he must be an even bigger jerk, and three, if he should have allowed you out of his sight to co
DYLANI woke up with the nastiest headache ever only to find myself sprawled on my couch instead of being in bed, still in yesterday’s outfit minus my shoes.What had happened?I yawned tiredly and reached for my phone to check the time, wincing at how bright my apartment was.Wait, brightness! What time was it?A quick look at my phone confirmed my worst fear.I was late for work.Late-like-it-was-almost-time-for-lunch-late. How could I have let this happen? I staggered to my room as quickly as I could and opened the medicine cabinet for some aspirin which I swallowed without water. Stepping out of yesterday’s clothes, I trudged to the bathroom to get ready for work.I splashed some water on my face, and just like that, memories from last night flooded my mind.Fuck!I had really made a fool out of myself, hadn’t I?I re
DYLAN “Ma! This is a pleasant surprise, how are you doing?” I asked pleasantly, praying to the heavens that she wouldn’t ask about dad. “I’m doing alright honey, but this isn’t a social call.” She said to me in a rush. “Are you at work? Is your dad around? He hasn’t been answering my call for two days, and I’m worried. I even want to cancel my stay at your Aunt Helen’s place because I really have a bad feeling about this.” There she goes again; Always interested in her husband so much that she overlooked petty things such as my feelings. Typical ma. I was used to it now, but that didn’t mean it made accepting it any easier. She always had this notion that if you pretended a problem wasn’t there, it would go away on its own eventually, and I think that notion had been responsible for ruining our perfect family. I guess we all never got the closure we needed to begin our forgiving process as
BRIELLE A date! Ryan Rodriguez… businessman extraordinaire and probably the most beautiful man on the planet wanted to go out with me! Me… of all people! Now, don’t get me wrong, I know my worth and know he should actually be considering it an honour to go on a date with me and all that stuff, but I still didn’t understand. I mean, from the way he had pushed me into such a tight spot, it was obvious that he knew that I would not even be contemplating it had he asked in a normal way, so the question now was, why? Why waste so much time when you can easily just have anyone else? I cleared my throat nervously. “You know, Ryan… under other circumstances, I would have been thrilled to go out on a date with you, but this is business… and I really don’t think it is wise to add something such as that to the equation.” He smiled wanly. “Now, I knew you’d say th
DYLAN I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Brielle was going on a date with that douche bag tonight, and there was nothing I could do about it. Yeah, I know… I had waited for a whole week without putting in any effort to change her mind, and I had also already kind of resigned myself to the fact, that whether I liked it or not, she was going to go on that date… because let’s face it, the woman was one of the most headstrong women I had ever met. Another reason, for my hesitation perhaps, was the very fact that for the first time, Brielle and I were exploring a chance at friendship without going for each other’s throats and to be very honest it felt amazing. I mean, we still riled each other up… occasionally, but it was even more fun now because we got to laugh it off at the end of the day. As for Savannah, she was still around for some reason. I was yet to find out, but she was using dad’s illness a
BRIELLE I didn’t know why Silvie was home so early… my guess was, she probably left something and was returning for it, but that was bad news for me because I had decided to collapse on the couch instead of making it to my room after I got back. I certainly didn’t want to talk about the date… not now at least, and so, I did the only thing I could think of to get out of having to talk to her… Feign sleep. Trying to slow my rapid heartbeat, I managed to get myself relaxed enough even as the keys turned in the lock and Silvie entered the apartment. “Gosh, it’s not even 11 pm, and she’s back, already sleeping.” I heard her mutter to herself. From the corner of my eye, I saw her drop a couple of shopping bags, then proceed to her room. She came back a few minutes later. “Lucia?” My inquisitive best friend called out tentatively. I ignored her, turning over dramatically for goo
BRIELLE Dylan Thoma was my boyfriend!!! It still felt unreal, you know? And it was just as I had imagined it would be… maybe even more than I had, if we’re being real. Dylan was the kind of guy who stimulated you in every way and not just sex-wise if you know what I mean. I always looked forward to our intellectual banters especially, because they were highly entertaining, and well… because they almost always led to amazing sex. That was a fast way to get to a consensus, amirite? Speaking of amazing sex, We were doing it everywhere… my office, his office, the elevator, the conference room, his apartment, mine… Life had never been this perfect. Now, I know you’d be skeptical, because office romance almost always gets out of hand, but Dylan and I had learnt how to balance things. We knew when to keep things strictly business and when to loo