BRIELLE
It’s been a whole month.
A whole month since our official separation.
Dylan was still avoiding me, and just like I’d promised him, I had stopped calling… I had stopped sending texts… I had even stopped showing up at his apartment.
I was being the old, resilient Lucia.
But that didn’t mean I was having the time of my life, you know? As a matter of fact, I sometimes got dangerously close to doing the very things I had promised I wouldn’t do…
But that was completely normal, right?
It hadn’t been easy, to be very honest.
There had been times when it felt like my whole life was going down a downward spiral.
There had been times when going off the deep end didn’t seem like such a bad idea; especially when my mind was convinced that it would rid my heart of all the pain… of all the guilt.
But I had held on strong.
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DYLANThere she was….The love of my life.She was dressed in a baggy shirt and sweats, her hair was up in a messy bun, and she looked like she had lost some weight, but she couldn’t look any more beautiful if she tried. Perhaps, I was speaking like a love-struck fool, but even if Brielle were to be clad in the filthiest of rags, I was pretty sure she was still going to be as resplendent as a ravishing queen in my eyes. Only one feeling echoed in the depths of my heart in that moment;Regret.This was all because of me.I had done this. I had torn us apart. I had failed to give her a second chance, to hear her out, and now… it was my turn to be the guilty party, because through it all… Brielle had emerged,Blameless.A lot of things were running through my mind as we both stood there, staring at each other.
BRIELLE I couldn’t stay at home. Not after all that had happened, so I was on my way to Rousseau’s to see Silvie. Dylan had left a while ago… I had told him I needed more time to process all of this. You know, a part of me felt angry. Angry that he thought he could just waltz back into my life at his own pace and that I’d be ready to receive him with arms wide open. Like, what the fuck? When it got to the time for me to hear you out, you expect me to do so, no questions asked, no emotions shown, but when it’s your turn to hear me out, you push me away? He really had something coming if he thought I was going to let him off the hook so easily. But then again, it wasn’t his fault. I mean, how was he supposed to know that I actually hadn’t cheated? All the evidence had pointed to me doing it… hell, I’d believed I had cheated myself. I honest
BRIELLEI took a look at my wristwatch,9:45 am.I was in my office, waiting for it to be 10 o’clock so I could move to the conference room.In about a few minutes, Dylan and I were going to hear who had succeeded in getting the most investors… we were going to be told which one of us was turning vice president, and which one of us was moving to Tulsa;Some news I wasn’t really sure I was ready for, yet.My relationship with Dylan had been nothing short of perfect so far,Almost a month of blissfulness… of enjoying our second chance as man and girlfriend, and I must say, we were both settling into the role a little too much if you ask me.I may have quickly forgiven him for being a jerk when he found out about the whole cheating-that-actually-turned-out-not-to-be-an-actual-cheating-situation, but that didn’t mean I didn’t make
DYLAN The sexual tension radiating off us intensified even more as the door to Brielle’s office closed shut. We stood there, lost in each other’s eyes for what seemed like a moment before attacking, each one of us in a wild frenzy. Fuck, I would never get tired of the taste of her lips against mine, of the feel of her caramel coloured skin against my lips, I could never get tired of her. My right hand latched onto both of hers, holding them way above her head, my left sought out her soft folds under that sexy skirt of hers. “You have no idea how much I’d been aching to do this since I set my eyes on you in that skirt, Brie.” I growled lowly in her ear as my mouth trailed a path to her soft, luscious bra-clad breasts. When had she unbuttoned her shirt? Brielle’s breathy moans of encouragement fuelled my hunger, and I scooped her up in a swoop and headed for her des
BRIELLE “Maybe she’s lying. I mean, we can’t put it past her right?” Dylan asked me hopefully as he paced about the living room. His cheerful demeanor had suddenly vanished sometime after he had left my office, and he had cancelled out on lunch saying he had something urgent to tell me and that I should meet him at his place after work. Oh, he did have something urgent to tell me alright. I couldn’t believe Madeline Decker was pregnant! “I really doubt that she’d lie about something as serious as being pregnant, Dy… but then again, she’s Madeline Decker, so I wouldn’t put it past her.” I philosophized. “Why did I get myself into such a stupid mess? God, I’m so fucking stupid.” I walked towards my handsome hunk and halted his crazy pacing, heaven knows I was starting to feel dizzy. “Tell you what, I think you should meet up with her,” Dylan threw me a horrified look, “No, no, hear me out… You need to see for yourself if she’s lying or not.” “I don’t think that is a good idea Bree
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 bip
BRIELLE I don’t know how Dylan had done it, but whatever he did had worked. Never had I felt so much at ease since the incident, and now thanks to his wonderful connections and that restraining order, I had gone about my daily activities without stress or worry for the past two weeks. I finally felt free, you know… like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I was even sleeping much better now. Of course, Dylan still had to go out with Madeline for her usual checkup and all of that other stuff. And hey, though it wasn’t that easy dealing with the whole thing, I had resigned myself to the fact that that was probably going to be our new normal. But Dylan had told me that the doctor said they could do a fetal cell analysis to determine if he was really the father without waiting for the child to be born, and he had told me they would be doing that tomorrow, which meant that the day of reckoning was going t
BRIELLE I was floating. Floating over my lifeless, sleeping body. I tried to reach out for her… but all I grasped was air. Was this truly how dying felt like? Because instead of feeling pain— I felt free. I felt— liberated. There was no light, no darkness, no heaven, no abyss… there was just; Me. If this was death, then why wasn’t it scary? If this was the end, then why did it feel like this was just the beginning? It was another space, another dimension… where the main focus was no one but, Me. “Fight.” “You can do it.” “Just hold on.” “I’ll find you.” Voices. No, a voice—Dylan’s. It was fading… fading into the darkness