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,
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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,
BRIELLE“I think I’ve given him enough time, Syl… it’s been two days.” I pointed out hurriedly, slipping into the first pair of pants I could find in my closet; some really baggy sweatpants I usually wore whenever I wanted to get real comfy. “Shouldn’t you freshen up first?” Silvie suggested softly. “You haven’t showered in a long time, I’m pretty sure the odor emanating from your pits could kill someone.” She giggled. “I would… but I don’t have the time. Savannah said she’s out with their mum, meaning Dylan is all alone. I don’t have much time, especially if I want to avoid his mother.” I explained in a rush, slipping on a coat over my nightshirt. I grabbed Silvie and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, rushing out of my room. “Wish me luck!” I called out loudly as I ran to the living room, and out the apartm
DYLANI could hear her crying outside, but I couldn’t bring myself to go after her. Sitting down on one of the sofas, I rubbed my face wearily, pressing my fingertips against my eyes tightly.Why was I making this so hard?All I had to do was try to accept that what had happened had already happened, and make an effort to begin things afresh, but even that I couldn’t do.Was I that stubborn?Or did I think myself to be so perfect I was definitely above such mistakes?My mind shot back to the night before. I hated to think what would have happened had Brielle not shown up when she did.Would I have slept with Madeline?Well, I guess we’ll never know.It was funny how I had almost made the mistake I was accusing her of.I couldn’t take her back!No, I wasn’t there yet.To even promise to try when I w
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.
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