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
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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 āMa! This is a pleasant surprise, how are you doing?ā I asked pleasantly, praying to the heavens that she wouldnāt ask about dad. āIām doing alright honey, but this isnāt a social call.ā She said to me in a rush. āAre you at work? Is your dad around? He hasnāt been answering my call for two days, and Iām worried. I even want to cancel my stay at your Aunt Helenās place because I really have a bad feeling about this.ā 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 didnāt mean it made accepting it any easier. She always had this notion that if you pretended a problem wasnāt 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 Rodriguezā¦ businessman extraordinaire and probably the most beautiful man on the planet wanted to go out with me! Meā¦ of all people! Now, donāt 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 didnāt 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. āYou know, Ryanā¦ under other circumstances, I would have been thrilled to go out on a date with you, but this is businessā¦ and I really donāt think it is wise to add something such as that to the equation.ā He smiled wanly. āNow, I knew youād say th
DYLAN I just couldnāt 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 knowā¦ 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 dateā¦ because letās 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 otherās throats and to be very honest it felt amazing. I mean, we still riled each other upā¦ 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 dadās illness a
BRIELLE I didnāt know why Silvie was home so earlyā¦ 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 didnāt want to talk about the dateā¦ not now at least, and so, I did the only thing I could think of to get out of having to talk to herā¦ 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. āGosh, itās not even 11 pm, and sheās back, already sleeping.ā 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. āLucia?ā 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 beā¦ maybe even more than I had, if weāre 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 wellā¦ 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 everywhereā¦ my office, his office, the elevator, the conference room, his apartment, mineā¦ Life had never been this perfect. Now, I know youād 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
BRIELLE The grand lobby of the Prestige Hotel glittered with radiance from the many chandeliers littering the ceiling. Surprisingly, there werenāt that many a people around and so I was able to breathe out and relax into the warm ambience and the soft music. āThis way maāam, sir.ā One of the valets steered Dylan and I towards the massive, popular restaurant Artemis, where my amazing boyfriend had decided to take me out to, to climax a very weird week. Itās been four days since the whole Madeline fiasco, and I had come to a pretty obvious conclusion about the womanā¦ she seemed to have some kind of mental illness. I remember the day like it was yesterday, Well, it was technically just four days ago, but stillā¦ I had left Dylan to deal with his mess, the Madeline woman still stuck in her high to notice. No one at work, except for Savannah knew of our budding romance, an
DYLAN I donāt know why I lied to Brielle about going to New York in the first place. Thing is, Iāve caused her so much trouble already, and so I wanted to take care of the Madeline problem all by myself, without involving her and putting a further strain on our relationship. I couldnāt do it alone though, and so I had told my best friend, Marin everything, and asked for help, and he had agreed to come to my aid. Now, if there was anyone who could help me with this, I knew it had to be Marin, hellā¦ He calls himself the ābest young black lawyer in New Orleansā, Letās see how true that shit is. So no, I wasnāt in New York. I was holed up in my apartment with Marin, trying to come up with ways to get rid of the annoying woman without putting RetroCorp in jeopardy. I had really screwed up though, hadnāt I? You know, I always hear stories of how one sim