"What the hell are you doing?" Dylan erupted, rising from his seat in a fit of anger as he glared at Allison. I looked up at Allison again to be sure, and then I looked down at my wine-drenched clothes, feeling shock and embarrassment at the same time as what had just happened. "What have I done to deserve this?" I asked silently, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.Allison recoiled as Dylan advanced toward her; she moved much away from him, then, out of nowhere, she exploded, her voice ringing out through the restaurant as she yelled in anger."What the hell am I doing here?" she exclaimed, her words laced with fury, drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity."Why are you here with this slut of a woman?" She continued, her voice rising. "You've hardly been home since you got back with her, Dylan. Am I not good enough for you? Can't you have me and be at peace, huh?" She shouted, her accusations reverberating through the space.Amidst the commotion, murmurs and whispers r

"Who could that be?" I murmured in shock, and Dylan paused, his eyes locked with mine."Who is that?" Dylan's voice broke the silence, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Is that Mr. White?" the unfamiliar voice on the other side of the door inquired."No, you've got the wrong door," Dylan responded, his tone firm yet polite."What's your entry pass, sir?" The voice persisted."5541," Dylan replied, his gaze briefly leaving the door to meet my eyes as I lay there, emotions flickering across my face.With a hint of apology in his tone, the voice on the other side of the door retreated, the sound of footsteps fading away. Dylan turned back to me fully, a soft smile playing on his lips. In a silent reassurance, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, a silent promise of the intimacy that awaited, one that I was anticipating.After our kiss, Dylan turned me over and guided me to sit on his lap with my leg crossed around him, his back against the bed's headboard. I could feel

Fury and confusion swirled within me as I whirled around, seeking out the source of the sudden, searing pain that had lanced through my skull. Before me stood Grandma Adaline, her weathered face a mask of stern disapproval, brandishing her walking stick with a steely resolve. To my astonishment, Grace stood beside her, clutching another stick in her trembling hands."So, I was hit by two sticks?" I quipped incredulously, my voice edged with disbelief and indignation."You deserve it," Grace retorted, her tone laced in anger that sent a chill down my spine.Grandma Adaline's voice cut through the tension, thick with concern and reproach. "Why are you doing this? Why did you drag her like that, Charles?"Struggling to contain the tumult of emotions churning within me, I offered a halting justification, my voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "My boss told me to do it," I explained, my words hanging heavy in the charged silence that enveloped us.The mention of Dylan's involvement

Gazing at Dylan, I sensed the tension radiating from him; his expression was clouded with jealousy. My eyes fell to his clenched fist, a visible manifestation of his inner turmoil. An exclamation of realization escaped my lips as I whispered to myself, "Oh my God," a wave of concern hit me as I grasped the gravity of the situation.Instinctively, I reached out and gently touched his tightly clenched fist, seeking to offer reassurance and comfort in the midst of his shown anger. Dylan turned towards me, his gaze meeting mine as I attempted to address the source of his distress. "Don't get it all wrong; Aaron and I have nothing together. We are just friends," I explained softly, hoping to alleviate his rising emotions."But he likes you," Dylan retorted, his words tinged with a hint of insecurity and unease."I know, but I don't feel the same way for him," I replied, meeting Dylan's gaze with sincerity. His grip on my hand tightened, seeking reassurance amidst his growing unease. "I tr

Dylan POVAs I stood in the living room, facing Allison with determination in my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the challenge she was proposing. "I can't wait to see you get what you want," I replied confidently, the words carrying a hint of anticipation for the unknown.Allison looked up at me, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "I like the challenge, Dylan. I can't wait to make you experience all of it," she said with a glint of mischief in her eyes, her voice filled with anger.Chuckling at her response, I turned to Grandma Adaline, who was still standing by the window."Grandma, I will be on my way now," I said politely, knowing she would understand my need to depart without waiting for her response. With a nod in her direction, I turned and made my way to my room, eager to prepare for the day.As I entered my room, I swiftly got ready for work. After a quick check in the mirror to ensure I looked presentable, I grabbed my belongings and headed out t