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
BRIELLE The grand lobby of the Prestige Hotel glittered with radiance from the many chandeliers littering the ceiling. Surprisingly, there weren’t that many a people around and so I was able to breathe out and relax into the warm ambience and the soft music. “This way ma’am, sir.” 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. It’s been four days since the whole Madeline fiasco, and I had come to a pretty obvious conclusion about the woman… 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 still… 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 don’t know why I lied to Brielle about going to New York in the first place. Thing is, I’ve 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 couldn’t 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, hell… He calls himself the ‘best young black lawyer in New Orleans’, Let’s see how true that shit is. So no, I wasn’t 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, hadn’t I? You know, I always hear stories of how one sim
BRIELLEWednesdays.That time of the week that stuck right in the middle, giving you hope… telling you that the weekend will be here soon.I liked Wednesdays. I mean, not as much as I did Fridays, but you get my drift. Dylan was supposed to be returning from his trip today, and honestly speaking, that had been the highlight of my week. True, we spoke on the phone at the least chance we got, but it still wasn’t the same as seeing him in the flesh.I was excited.So excited that I had arrived at the office before 6 am. I hadn’t been able to sleep much, truthfully speaking, I haven’t been sleeping well since the whole Madeline fiasco, but I don’t really want to talk about that. Where was I again?Oh, yes.I figured coming to the office early and actually being productive, was better than sitting at home, moping, so I had done just that. It was 9:15 now, and
BRIELLE “Dylan! I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.” I voiced out, the surprise still laced in my tone. His expression was blank, I couldn’t guess his current mood or emotion even if I tried. “Well, Anna and dad needed to talk, so I left almost right after you had.” His gaze shifted to Ryan. “What’s he doing here?” Ryan chuckled. “You know, my mouth works just fine too, Thomas... and I can bloody speak for myself. I came to see Lucia because I had a meeting with Savannah, but she failed to show up.” He tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “Seeing as Lucia here was the one who assigned her to me, I only thought it right to come and inform her of this development.” “I see. Well, Savannah’s in the hospital, so you can be rest assured that she didn’t bail out on your meeting because she wanted to.” Dylan threw over his shoulder as he made his way over to me. “I’ll leave you to it then, Bree. I have to get a few things
DYLANI know staring at someone while they sleep is creepy as hell, but I can’t help it.I still couldn’t believe she was mine, you know?I’d had a crush on Brielle when we were in high school. Being a new kid on his first day had been uncomfortable to say the least, then here comes this pretty girl, with vibrant pink hair, glasses perched on her cute button nose, smiling up at me, just because I had been decent enough to open a door for her. I must admit, I never knew how much I needed someone to smile up at me, I was dealing with the discovery of dad’s affair, and the looming chance of divorce, so you can just imagine how much of a silver lining that smile was for me.I had been so stupid.Caught up in the chance of becoming popular, so forgetting everything else.Brielle squirmed slightly, and rolled over with a long stretch, a soft groan escaping her lips as
DYLAN“Take it easy, Anna.” I muttered softly as I helped my sister take a seat on the couch. She had finally been discharged from the hospital, and despite her numerous protests, I had brought her straight to my place where she was going to spend the time, recuperating.“The doctor wouldn’t have cleared me to go home if I wasn’t alright, you know? So stop babying me.” She complained bitterly.I ignored her and padded to the kitchen to get her and myself, something to eat. I had been at work the whole day, working on getting the rest of my list of investors on board with Lavish, and I’d been too pre-occupied to even think of getting lunch, so I was pretty famished.I didn’t have much, but I did have the Wonton soup from yesterday;I guess that’ll have to do.Heating them for a few minutes in the microwave, I headed back to t
BRIELLE “What do you mean by we’re being followed?” Silvie asked in surprise as her gaze lifted to the rearview mirror to see what I was talking about. “See that silver sedan behind us?” She nodded. “It has been following me all day, I first saw it when Chloe and I were going to Johnny’s for lunch. It followed me home, Silvie.” Silvie reached for my hand, probably feeling the tremor in my voice. “Oh Lucia. It’s probably just coincidence, you know? I mean, there are a lot of silver sedans in town, but if you’re that sure, let’s see if we can lose it.” Leaning forward, I heard her mutter something to the driver, who nodded curtly. He began to speed up slightly. He turned off the main road, negotiating a series of curves. We made our way back to the main road with the silver sedan nowhere in sight. “I think we lost it.” Silvie confirmed, double checking in the rearview mirror to be sure. “Yes ma’am,
DYLAN Brielle cheated on me. It still felt unbelievable. I mean, it didn’t make sense. We weren’t fighting, we had no problems… everything was fucking fine between us! Why would she want to ruin something that good? I clenched my jaw in anger, but somehow managed to keep a blank look on my face. “Was it with someone I know?” “Dylan, please-” “FUCKING ANSWER THE QUESTION!” I bellowed, using every ounce of my being to keep from smashing my fist into a wall, or breaking something. I didn’t want to freak her out, or wake up Savannah. It didn’t make any fucking difference though, she was very much frightened. “Yes.” She admitted sadly. “Yes, you know the person, but I didn’t mean for it to happen, Dy… I was so drunk, I don’t even know how it-” “Who was it?” I interrupted. She shook her head tearfully. “Please don’t make me say his name, Dylan.” “Lucia,