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

DYLAN “Ma! This is a pleasant surprise, how are you doing?” I asked pleasantly, praying to the heavens that she wouldn’t ask about dad. “I’m doing alright honey, but this isn’t a social call.” She said to me in a rush. “Are you at work? Is your dad around? He hasn’t been answering my call for two days, and I’m worried. I even want to cancel my stay at your Aunt Helen’s place because I really have a bad feeling about this.” 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 didn’t mean it made accepting it any easier. She always had this notion that if you pretended a problem wasn’t 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

DYLAN I just couldn’t 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 know… 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 date… because let’s 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 other’s throats and to be very honest it felt amazing. I mean, we still riled each other up… 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 dad’s illness a

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

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