BRIELLE
At first, I thought he was angry at me for threatening his mother, and apparently, so had she.
“Dylan, you see why I never approved of her, look at how she’s talking to me!” She lamented, trying to seek his sympathy as she wrapped her arms around him. But he pushed her off, inching closer and closer to me. “Brielle, what did you mean by that? And don’t lie to me.” He ordered.
He called me Brielle, not Bree.
One thing I had promised myself was that Dylan was never going to find out about the whole Anya and the gun situation, and now, thanks to his mother, he finally had.
I rebuked myself bitterly. Perhaps, I should have gotten a tighter leash on my anger, and then none of this would have happened. I feared for Dylan and what he would do were he to find out about this, but it was a little too late for regrets now. Taking in a deep breath, I told him everything. From how she was bipolar, to how I had feared for my life, to why I had promised not to tell him anything. Everyone had been alarmed at the end of my tale, hell, even Patricia suddenly looked contrite. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Dylan boomed, his whole countenance that of a man who wasn’t to be crossed. “Do you realise how serious all of this could have gotten? I’m not going to toy around with your life, Brielle… not when you mean everything to me.” With those words, Dylan walked out of the room.
I walked towards one of the couches and collapsed into it heavily. The whole confession had suddenly drained me, and even worse, I was worried about Dylan and what he was going to do, especially with the angry way he stormed off. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this, Bree.” Savannah accused softly as she sat beside me. For some reason, Patricia was still hovering in the living room, still looking guilty as hell. “I really wanted to tell you, Savvy,” I confessed to my friend, “But I didn’t really want to bother you, you know?”
“One thing I know, is that being bipolar is not something to joke with.” Patricia interjected, her tone somewhat educative. I looked to Savannah for clarification. “Ma is a psychiatrist, but she stopped practicing a few years back.” She explained.
Wow, who would have guessed?
I didn’t say anything. I mean, it was very obvious that that was Patricia’s way of mending fences, but I wasn’t too sure I was ready to do that just yet.
The two women left a few minutes later, and I had the apartment all to myself. In my solitude, I decided to call my father, I really missed the old man and hadn’t heard from him in quite a long while. He was pretty excited to hear my voice. “I can’t believe you haven’t missed me, munchkin.” He accused, the statement causing me to smile softly. “Oh, dad… it’s not like that, I’ve been pretty swamped with work, and I know you heard about the promotion—”
“It was all over the news, Luce.” He cut me off. “You have no idea how proud I am of you. You managed to get what you had always dreamed of and even more. You know, you need to head back to Alexandria one of these days so we can have a proper celebration.”
I chuckled at the excitement in his tone. I really had to go back, and soon. I hadn’t been back in Alexandria in such a long while, I kind of missed the place if I was being honest. Plus, I figured it was high time Dylan met dad and the boys seeing as I knew practically everyone in his family, but there was really no pressure.
“How’s work, dad? Is the company doing okay? The boys were in New Orleans for a certain conference a while ago.”
“Yeah, it was this seminar that wasn’t all that important, but I’d asked them all to go because they were stressing me out.”
I chuckled at that.
Being the only girl definitely had its perks. Perks like, I could never stress my father out for one, or that I always got everything I could ever possibly want. But it definitely came with its downsides and trust me, those could be quite annoying too.
We spoke for over an hour and then it was time to say goodbye. I literally hanged up just as Dylan was barging into the penthouse.
I didn’t say a word, wanting to feel out his mood first and all that, so I just sat there watching him shrug off his blazer and begin to unbutton his shirt. Through it all, his gaze never left mine, it was like he was conducting an exclusive strip show just for me. Through it all, I could see from his stern expression that he was still upset with me. “Dylan—”
“I’m too angry to talk to you right now, Bree.”
At least he was back to calling me Brie.
I watched him waltz over to me and drop to his knees, his hands going up, tightly securing my hands with his tie, his intense gaze and the rough way his fingers reached for my sweatpants already hinting at what he was going to do to me.
Oh lord.
“Dylan—”
“Do not say a single word, princess.” He cut off my breathy moans, nimble fingers softly trailing down my legs now. His eyes were fixated on his gentle ministrations… hell, so were mine.
I watched him tug off my panties, my breaths coming in soft gasps as I waited in anticipation for him to touch me there.
And touch me there he did alright,
With his mouth.
I almost shot off the couch at the instant desire that racked me to my core from his one single touch. “Dylan!”
He pulled away at my outburst, a disapproving frown on his face. “Not. A. Single. Word.”
And so, it continued. He’d drag me almost to the brink of pleasure and then pull away suddenly.
Over,
And over,
And over again.
I was getting so frustrated that a few tears managed to slip down my face. “How long are you going to keep torturing me like this, Dy?”
“Till you learn not to keep things away from me.” Came his reply.
“Dylan, I promise… I will never keep anything away from you again, just make me come, I promise.”
“I will be the judge of whether you have learnt your lesson or not.” He gruffly responded between my thighs.
I closed my eyes in frustration.
This was absolute torture!
I heard shuffling, and then his mouth stopped playing with my clit for a moment only to be replaced by his big, fat, juicy cock. I moaned at the friction.
God, finally!
But just like before, Dylan dragged me so close to the edge and left me hanging again. I opened my eyes, letting out a cry. “Dylan, please! I promise to never keep anything away from you!”
He chuckled. “I think I believe you this time.” With those words, he thrust so deep into me that I saw stars, his body hovering over mine to tangle our mouths in the same tune our lower bodies were dancing to. His one hand reached up to free my hair from its messy bun, the other one finding its way into my shirt to grab a handful of my breasts.
I tore my lips away from his. “Aren’t you going to free my wrists?”
His smirk was instantaneous. “Nope, I rather like seeing you in this position.”
Cocky bastard.
His thrusting changed abruptly, as though he was suddenly intent now on finding that delicious spot inside me that only he could find.
“Yes, Dylan!”
“Come for me, princess.”
My orgasm racked me with full force, and I shuddered under his touch, still intent on chasing that high for as long as I could;
And then I was spent.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Dylan whispered as he got up to cover himself up properly, his hard-on still very much obvious. “But you didn’t come.” I protested weakly, invoking a chuckle out of him as he scooped me up into his arms. “Oh Bree,” He looked down at me, “But this is just the beginning.”
DYLAN
“What do you mean by you’ve taken care of Madeline?” Brielle asked as we tumbled into my bed after our rigorous sexcapade in the shower. She gasped dramatically, “You didn’t kill her, did you?”
Wait, what?
“Kill her? Why would you think that Bree?”
“You can’t blame me!” She objected passionately. “In all of the movies I’ve watched, the words ‘taken care of’ always seem to mean someone has been murdered.”
“Then you really need to change your movie choices, princess.” I chuckled.
The little vixen chucked a pillow in my direction, and I caught it in my hands. She was always so cute when she was all riled up, which was why I really like to irritate her all the time. “Just tell me everything already.” She complained.
“Alright, alright. I managed to get a permanent restraining order for you, and her contract with RetroCorp was annulled on the grounds of mental instability.”
“What about your child?” Brielle asked. “You can’t just leave him or her with Madeline?”
“I know that.” I told her. “But I really have doubts as to whether it’s mine anyway, so I’m the only one she can interact with, and only on a turf of my choosing too, Brie. She’s practically out of your life for good.”
My beautiful girlfriend smiled slightly. “This sure is good news, Dylan.”
“If it is, why do I sense that there’s a ‘but’ coming?” I asked.
“Dylan, a huge part of my life revolves around you, and Madeline is carrying a baby that could very well be yours, she’s still going to be lurking in my life, you know?” She wrapped her arms around me, straddling my naked body. “I really appreciate what you’ve done for me, Dy… I really didn’t think this would be possible, especially with how the evidence I had against her was so little, but you’ve managed to achieve the impossible, and now thanks to you, I can sleep much better at night.”
I pulled her in for a kiss. “It’s the least I could do.”