The elevator dinged and came to a stop at its destination. The doors slid open and the trio stepped out of it. Beatrice led the way while Chelsea and Dylan followed behind. Dylan still had his hands wrapped around Chelsea's waist. They walked elegantly, as perfectly as a couple could. Beatrice tried her best to keep her composure but both Dylan and Chelsea could see through it. They finally settled down in an exclusively private bar. The entire area was stylishly decorated and Chelsea could tell it was privately done so exclusively for Dylan. It had his taste in it. Predominantly dark with elements of gold here and there. She relished in the beauty of the place while Dylan made their orders. When the attendant left to get their orders, Dylan turned to her. She was forced to look at him. For some reason, the scenery brought back memories. Memories she had tried to forget. She subconsciously withdrew her eyes and put her face down. Dylan exhaled. "It's okay, Chelsea. You're alone wi

"Have you had your fill yet?" Dylan asked with a smirk as he stood up. He emptied his glass and gently placed it back on the table. Chelsea smiled raunchily. She also emptied her glass and licked her lips pleasurably. Then she smacked them and smiled. "I think I am" she replied. Dylan put one of his hands in his pocket and extended the other. "Then we should get you a comfortable place to ease yourself" he smirked. "Alright" she replied passionately and took his hand. He gently lifted her up and she followed his guide. When she was finally on her feet, he interlocked his arm with her, fully aware that her steps would prove to be rather sloppy sooner than later. Together, they proceeded towards the elevator and they immediately boarded it. Dylan set their destination and put in the assigned secret access code and by the next second, they were on their way to the floor that had the executive suites and lounges. The elevator came to as stop at it's destination and the doors sli

Chelsea finally opened her eyes as she felt Dylan's thrust getting slower. He had been pounding her for over a minute. She had adjusted to the rhythm and her moans and gasps had synchronised as well. She was still biting down on her lower lip and the feeling of being tipsy still lingered. Although it was clearing up a bit due to her perspiration. Dylan finally stopped and pulled out. He smiled down at her and she could see the adoration she had missed resurface in his eyes. Those alluring dreamy eyes of his were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. But she wasn't done. She sat up and grabbed his face, pulling him to her. She passionately kissed him and whispered in his ear. "It's your turn to lie down" she said raunchily. Dylan smirked. She was unusually enthusiastic and energetic today. Then she remembered her words. "Is this the other side you wanted to show me?" he asked with a smile. "Let's see about that" she replied and got down from the bed. She pushed him onto

Dylan immediately went into a fit of rage. He lashed at the doctor, infuriated, pissed, mad, and every version of anger, throwing questions about a she and her that Chelsea came to understand was his ex-wife and the mother of his son, Clara. Chelsea had never seen him so mad. In truth, she had never seen him so anything. The level of emotions he displayed today were unprecedented. And they all revolved around his son. Aside the love and desire he displayed when they made love, that is. But this? This was something else entirely. "What do you mean she's not answering her phone?" Dylan thundered after the doctor dialed Clara's number severally without a response. "I'm afraid, she's not taking our calls, Mr. Cross" the doctor replied. "That good-for-nothing..." Dylan stopped himself and threw a jab at the air, gritting his teeth as he stomped out of the room. Chelsea walked up to the doctor. "Excuse me, Sir" she gently called him. He turned to her. "Hello, you must be Ms. Landore"

Dylan walked out of the curtains and saw the medical professionals standing outside. Chelsea and the doctor had also returned and were standing with them. "Did I keep you waiting?" he asked. "Sorry about that" he added apologetically. The doctor chuckled. "No, Mr. Cross. It was a well deserved father and son moment. I understand the situation" he smiled. Dylan smiled as well. "We'll now commence the operation. Please stand outside in the meantime. Just name whatever you need while waiting and it will be brought to you, Mr. Cross" the doctor said. "Thank you, doctor" he replied and walked towards Chelsea. They both left the room and the doors were shut. "How did it go?" Dylan asked as they found their way to a row of chairs just outside the operating room. Chelsea could sense the hurry in his voice. As expected, his fatherly instincts had fully kicked in. He was eager to get the whole thing over with and be reunited with his son in full consciousness. How adorable. Who know the