I stayed in the tub until all of the water had drained, dreading what awaited me in the kitchen. It was a sweet gesture to have dinner done when I came home but my mood was anything but sweet this evening. I stood grabbing one of the white fluffy towels and wrapping it around my now chilled body. I ran a comb through my wet hair and let it dry naturally as I put on my sweats for the evening. I was quite a sight in my natural state and in that moment, I didn’t care.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and was immediately swept up in Dylan’s arms. He placed sweet, light kisses on my cheek until his lips met mine and our tongues made sweet love to each other. I moaned into the kiss feeling my body instantly respond to his touch, needing and wanting more. I bit his bottom lip, arched my back and pulled away.
“Don’t Brooke” he warned.
“Just let me go Dylan, I’m not in the mood to fight with you.”
“Nope. I told you we would discuss your distance when you got home tonight and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” I was pissed and pulled completely away from him.
“Damn it Dylan! Why can’t you just leave shit alone? Why do you always have to stick your nose in everything?”
“What the fuck did you just say?” he yelled as I backed away.
“Just stay out of my business for once. I’m in enough trouble as it is because of you,” I said as I started to cry.
“Now let’s get one thing straight Brooke, it is my business whenever it involves you. You can pull your bullshit and push me away but I will never stay out of your business; don’t ask me to again. Now tell me what the hell happened today because you are acting like a complete bitch!”
“Fuck you! I screamed, as I started walking toward the bathroom tears streaming down my face. “Get out and leave me alone.” I was about to slam the bathroom door when it flew open hard and fast. Six feet, two inches of hard muscle stood in the doorway and he was pissed. I bent down to get my hairdryer to drown out anything he had to say and felt the rough tug on the back of my hair. I instantly stood back up staring at Dylan through the bathroom mirror.
“Get your fucking hands off of me Dylan.” He ignored me pulling me further back towards him until he turned me, forcing me to face him.
“Don’t touch me Dylan; I told you, just leave me alone. I’m having a horrible day and if you need to control someone then maybe you should just go and give Misty a call.” His eyes glazed over, mouth set in a thin line as his jaw ticked. “Okay Brooke, if that’s how you want it, that’s how you’ll have it.” I blew out a relieved, frustrated breath and then I felt…what the hell? My t-shirt was pulled over my head exposing my already hard nipples that were begging to be touched. A quick tug on my sweat pants and they fell to my feet. Dylan pulled me close to him twisting and pinching my nipples as I tried to fight the burning that was pooling deep in my belly. He slipped a finger inside of me rubbing up against my special spot. I cried out as he whispered in my ear, “I know what you want Brooke. You can’t fight this and I’ll give you what you need but you don’t need to be a bitch about it. Baby, all you have to do is ask. You’re pussy is so wet, begging me to fuck it, deep and hard. Your pussy is a greedy little slut for me Brooke.”
“Dylan,” I cried as he continued stroking me with his fingers. Picking me up setting me on the counter he knelt between my legs and gave my pussy a tongue lashing. It wasn’t the usual loving tongue lapping he gave; he was angry, rough, desperate, and I loved it because he needed me as much as I needed him. He pulled me down placing me on all fours, tweaking my nipple and setting himself free. Without warning, he entered me setting me on fire. I was burning inside and tears slid down my cheeks. He always knew what I needed even when I didn’t. His strokes drove me over the edge, slow and torturous then fast, rough and hard. I bit his arm as I screamed and came, my pussy squeezing his cock, never wanting to let it go. He continued his pleasure assault on my sex sending shock waves of pleasure searing through my core once again and then I felt him swell, the heat from the friction burning inside of me as he came giving me every drop of his seed.
“I love you princess he said feathering kisses down my neck and behind my ear. Don’t shut me out anymore. I can’t take it; you don’t understand how it shatters me when you do.”
“I’m sorry Dylan, it’s just…well…I’ve never had anyone who cares about me as much as you do. No one has ever wanted to share my life, until I met you.”
“Always baby, I want us to share our lives with each other, forever. I want to hold you when you cry, laugh with you when you’re happy, raise a family with you and grow old and gray with you.”
I crawled over and sat on his lap, both of us naked, loving, hugging and kissing each other. My hands stroked his beautiful face as I took in the beautiful man I loved. He understood me, what I wanted, what I needed and I prayed that we would always be together. So much stood in our way but I had to believe for both of our sakes that we would make it. As we sat against the wall holding each other, I told Dylan about my first day back at work and everything that had happened with David. I explained how happy I was when I saw the picture of the two of us on my desk and then the beautiful flowers but how David had killed the moment. Dylan was angry, no, beyond angry and promised that the situation would be dealt with. I had no doubts about that and I didn’t want to know what would be done, some things were better if I just didn’t know.
We finished a lovely a dinner of lasagna and continued talking about each other’s day. Dylan and Tristan had spent the day working on Stephanie’s attack and the hit that Stefan had put out on me. Dylan admitted he didn’t think Stefan had actually put the hit out on me, that someone was trying to frame him. It was just a matter of finding who would be so cruel to do such a thing and who would want to frame Stefan and kill me. Dylan was worried, he knew that whoever was behind all of this was someone close and it was taking longer than expected to solve the mystery. He had convinced me that I should quit my job until I was safe and I agreed to hand in my letter of resignation when I returned to work in the morning. I would once again be dependent on a man for my survival; I hoped I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of my life.
CHAPTER 7
David was in his office when I walked in the next morning. He had that smug look on his face that told me he was pleased with himself and the way things had gone the day before. I had no doubt in my mind that he was pushing me out for his own personal agenda, I just didn’t understand why. He had always been such a nice guy but over the last couple of weeks something had changed with him. He was already a manager so there was no way he could be interested in my position. Judging by his recent attitude change, I got the feeling that he was jealous of Dylan and was taking it out on me.
I sat, taking in the aroma of my flowers that now littered a good portion of my desk. By the time Friday rolled around, there would be nothing left in my small little cubicle, not even a small trace that I had ever been there. The thought made me sad but then I asked myself if I could realistically work for someone who thought it was acceptable to treat me like shit when I had done nothing wrong. The answer was, no; I could not. I didn’t care anymore; all of my dreams were slipping through my fingers due to some asshole that was trying to kill me and my family. I couldn’t put myself in danger and I swore to never be a victim again. I wouldn’t allow my father, Stefan or the psycho after me victimize me ever again.
With my letter in hand, I took the elevator down to the thirty-eighth floor. I took in a deep breath reminding myself that what I was about to do was for my own good. I met with Donna in our HR department and as I handed her my letter she looked surprised. She was even more caught off guard when I told her about the conversation that David and I had in his office. She reassured me that my position wasn’t in jeopardy but I declined her offer to stay. I told her that my decision was final and that I would be leaving Prescott Oil and Gas effective Friday just as my letter stated. She reiterated her apologies, asking me to reconsider my decision once aga
in as she walked me to the bank of elevators just outside the clear glass doors.
David Turner awaited my arrival on the fortieth floor of my department. He had a stern look on his face; like he was ready to crack and make me do every shit project he had waiting. I laughed, knowing that I would be leaving at the end of the week. I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do. It really wasn’t my character to do something so blatantly devious but in this case I might make an exception. A new found freedom, where I could flip David the middle finger and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I giggled to myself.
“Where have you been Brooke? You’ve been gone for more than fifteen minutes which is past your allotted break time.”
“Excuse me David; I didn’t realize that my time was being monitored. Since when did you start micro managing?” I asked feeling bold.
“I am watching you Brooke. If you even so much as return late from lunch I will have you terminated.”
“Well David, as unreasonable as that sounds, you won’t be needing to worry about my whereabouts anymore. I just handed in my letter of resignation to Donna down in HR.”
“Oh,” he gave me a stunned look. “When will your last day be with us? I’d like to put something together, like maybe a good-bye luncheon.”
I rolled my eyes thinking, is this guy serious? Does he have multiple personality disorder or what?
“Don’t bother David. I wouldn’t want to take time away from those that need to be working. My official last day will be Friday.”
“Well it was kind of you to give a two week notice Brooke, I do appreciate that. Would you be willing to train a replacement?”
“I don’t think you understand David, my last day will be this Friday, so no; you will have to train my replacement on your own.”
“Well…,” he paused. “I guess it’s your right to do that. Since you didn’t give the proper notice, you do realize that you will be ineligible for re-hire?”
I hated to pull the card I was going to pull next, but he had gone too far again and I was really pissed.
“And you realize that I don’t give a shit right now about being re-hired, correct? That I could walk out that door right now and not look back and deal with this shit that you’re dishing out. Did you forget that I live with the owner’s son? Do you think that I have no power over what happens to your position? Right! So you may want to take a different approach when you’re speaking to me. Do you understand? Do I make myself clear?”
“Brooke, I think you should get your things and go, make today your last day.”
“No problem David! Best of luck to you,” I said as I packed up my picture frame and flowers. As far as I was concerned, he could kiss my plump, fat ass and he was going to need all the luck he could get.
***
Dylan was in the garage when I arrived with a look of shock on his face.
“What’s wrong princess? Bad day at work?” he smirked as I walked past him.
“Not really,” I said as I entered the grand entrance of the penthouse.
“I heard,” Dylan said laughing, walking toward me and pulling me into a tight hug.
“What? Who told you?” I asked?
“My dad called. He said that David was in his office ranting and raving about what a bitch you are and how he didn’t want to see you in his department again. He also expressed to my father that he didn’t appreciate that I take off time whenever it suits me.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” I said realizing what a rat bastard David truly was. “What did your dad say? Was he pissed that I stood up to David?”
Dylan laughed hard. “No princess. My dad thought it was comical. He said David looked like a raving lunatic in his office. He told him that he needed to go back downstairs and finish the job he was hired to do and to quit worrying about what my girlfriend and I do. It’s one of the perks of owning the company Brooke. You needed time off for personal reasons and you were able to take it. I’m glad I have been able to provide that for you, and now that you’re unemployed, I will have you all to myself,” he snickered.
“At some point though, I will have to find another job and pay you back Dylan. I don’t expect you to support me. I am perfectly capable of supporting myself and I fully intend on doing so.”
Dylan got closer to me, looking me in the eye; his blue eyes staring into me making me feel all hot and tingly inside. “I know Brooke. Stop worrying, I know you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. It’s one of the many things that attracted me to you. You’ve never cared about my money, just me. Oh…and speaking of money, I almost forgot, we have my parent’s thirtieth wedding anniversary party this Saturday night. Would you do me the honors of being my date?”
“I would but I don’t have anything to wear, unless it is business casual attire and I’m pretty sure it won’t be.”
“Actually Brooke, it’s a toga party, so you’ll only need a sheet.”
I stood looking at him in horror, “you’re kidding right?” I asked as Dylan laughed hysterically.
“Yes princess, I’m kidding. It’s a ball so we’ll need to get you a dress for the event. Don’t even start with me, I know how you like to worry, I have it taken care of it. I have a designer that will make you a beautiful dress out of sheets,” he said laughing and rolling his eyes.
Pushing him away, I turned walking toward the bathroom, “you are such an ass Dylan,” I said shaking my head and trying to hold back my laughter; I wasn’t very successful. I shut the door and took a moment for myself, feeling the anxiety wash over me like an angry ocean. I would be meeting Dylan’s parents for the first time and I was concerned how they would react to their youngest son dating an older woman and it was something that I was going to have to get over if I wanted to share a life with Dylan. I wanted it so much, almost too much to the point of doing anything it would take to have it, even if it meant wearing a dress made of sheets.
***
Dylan wasted no time getting his personal designer over to the house. Since he and Tristan had been long standing friends for years, he invited him and Stephanie to attend the ball as well. Stephanie was doing well in her recovery; I was amazed at how fast she was healing after what she had been through, she was a tough cookie. I admired her greatly because had something like that happened to me, I’d still be held up in bed having everybody wait on my every beck and call. I thought it was nice of Dylan to invite them but understood when they both declined. They had become close friends over the last couple of weeks and I was grateful that their friendship afforded my mother the time she needed to take care of herself. I knew things weren’t going well for my mother and Thomas. My mom didn’t speak of their relationship with Stephanie and I, but it didn’t take a genius to see that their relationship was broken and coming to end.
Since the revelation of my lineage, I hadn’t really spoken to anyone in my family other than Stephanie and since she was still recovery, no one was going to tell her the family secret. I feared her reaction once she found out, she had always been such a daddy’s girl, and I knew the news was going to crush her. Sooner or later though, the truth would rear its ugly head once again and cause mass chaos in our lives.
I was brought back to the here and now when my hair stylist arrived to prepare me for the evening. Dana was a tall, thin blonde who wore her hair in a short a-line cut, which only accentuated the shape of her thin oval face. She was a pleasant young woman and I think she could sense my unease from the way I responded to her questions. Everything had to be perfect, I had to be perfect. I decided on an up do with my hair being swept away from my face in the front and large, loose curls in the back that slightly brushed my skin. I wasn’t use to being pampered and was shocked when she pulled out her make-up kit and did her magic on my face. I was anxious for her to finish so I could see the final product.
Dana walked over to my oversized closet and pulled out the dress bag, increasing my excitement. I hadn’t seen the dress since I’d had my custom f
itting just a few days before. I worried what would happen if I went to try the dress on and it all of sudden didn’t fit. Then again, with the kind of money my lovely, handsome boyfriend had, I didn’t think it would be a problem. I got my first glimpse of the dress as Dana unzipped the bag and gently pulled the dress out, placing it on the bed. It was a simple, gorgeous, elegant emerald green gown. As I stepped into the strapless dress, I couldn’t help but notice how it hugged the curves at my waist as it tapered in long layers to my feet. My Christian Louboutin stilettos and matching handbag were a glitzy accent to the simple, yet elegance of my attire.
I took one last look in the mirror, making sure nothing was out of place; I looked stunning. I gave Dana a hug and thanked her for her services then asked her to let Dylan know I would be down in a moment. I needed time to wrap my head around the fact that I would be meeting his family in less than an hour. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together.
I quietly walked down the grand, wrought iron spiral staircase in hopes of catching a glimpse of the man I loved. I stopped, taking in the image of Dylan dressed in his black tux looking out and taking in the city lights. He was as breath taking as the scene he was taking in. I stared in awe, believing he couldn’t be more beautiful than he was at that moment; I was wrong.
Sensing my presence, Dylan turned and then stopped as his breath hitched. A sweet smile curved his lips as he walked toward me, taking my hand and placing a soft kiss on top.
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