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commanded in an even tone, his body stiffened. Dylan became serious in an instant.
Bounding from the bed , he quietly slid into a pair of pajama pants, and disappeared from the room.
After Dylan had fucked away every single brain cell that I was born with, I fell into a satisfied sleep. When I first figured out that he was taking me to his home, I knew that there was the likelihood that sex would occur. The attraction between us was too strong. The way he made me feel as though I was the only woman in the world, removed all doubt that I had made the right decision.
Dylan’s home was large, so I knew that it would take him a little time to check out the noise. When it seemed like he had been gone an eternity, I wrapped the sheets around me and tip toed to the stairs.
The closer that I got to the stairs, the louder the voices became.
“Where the fuck did you disappear to yesterday?” A gruff male voice shouted.
“You will not disrespect me in my own damned house.” Dylan retorted with just as much bite. “If you value your life and want to have a conversation like grown men, then I strongly suggest that you turn around, drive way, and make an appointment.”
His voice was icy and sliced through me even though his vitriolic remarks were not directed at me. The passion and playfulness that we shared earlier seemed to belong to another person entirely.
“An appointment?” The unknown man laughed dryly. “I made you, so you make time for me when I fucking say so.”
That laugh struck a nerve, a pang of remembrance that resonated through me. I moved down the stairs, dragging the king sized sheet along with me. The voice was familiar, and I just needed to see his face to confirm it.
Dylan didn’t respond to the jab, surprisingly. He allowed the awful man to continue his tirade.
“I don’t care how much money you bring in, or how grown you think that you are, I am still your father and I will whip your ass accordingly.” The unidentified voice bellowed resoundingly.
I made my way down the stairs to see Dylan and Pete standing chest to chest with fists clenched and I gasped. When I had worked with Pete, he had been a sweet man who asked my opinions and complimented me on my work. I had never heard him that angry before. Then again, I didn’t think that he would try to screw me either.
When Pete’s eyes fell on me, Dylan turned and glared at my sheet clad body and I knew that I had made a mistake in showing myself.
“You blew off a multimillion-dollar client for that?” Pete glowered in my direction, his mouth twisted and nose scrunched as though he had stepped in something.
“Not now, Pete.” Dylan responded through gritted teeth.
“Son, if you needed a fuck, I have several professionals on speed dial that would have taken care of your needs whenever you requested.” Pete replied smugly. His anger dissipated as a teasing smirk spread over his features.
I couldn’t see Dylan’s face, but his words were as chilling as the sub-zero fridge he had in his kitchen.
“I can find my own whores.” Dylan explained to his father with a sneer.
“Obviously.” Pete added and eyed me for good measure. “But you forgot a cardinal rule about whores and homes. The two should never meet.”
I didn’t stick around to hear what Dylan said next. I couldn’t. While I was fully aware that Dylan and I were not going to be walking down the aisle together, I was totally crushed that he could be so callous about what we shared. Pretending to stand up for me would have been nice. I knew that I didn’t mean anything to him but he didn’t have to be so mean.
I had no clue where Dylan put my clothes or where the borrowed sweats that he stripped off of me had disappeared to, so I went straight for his closet.
I opened the door to his wardrobe and the sheer volume of clothes and the obsessive neatness of his wardrobe shocked me. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dylan had been very precise about everything, including
Bounding from the bed , he quietly slid into a pair of pajama pants, and disappeared from the room.
After Dylan had fucked away every single brain cell that I was born with, I fell into a satisfied sleep. When I first figured out that he was taking me to his home, I knew that there was the likelihood that sex would occur. The attraction between us was too strong. The way he made me feel as though I was the only woman in the world, removed all doubt that I had made the right decision.
Dylan’s home was large, so I knew that it would take him a little time to check out the noise. When it seemed like he had been gone an eternity, I wrapped the sheets around me and tip toed to the stairs.
The closer that I got to the stairs, the louder the voices became.
“Where the fuck did you disappear to yesterday?” A gruff male voice shouted.
“You will not disrespect me in my own damned house.” Dylan retorted with just as much bite. “If you value your life and want to have a conversation like grown men, then I strongly suggest that you turn around, drive way, and make an appointment.”
His voice was icy and sliced through me even though his vitriolic remarks were not directed at me. The passion and playfulness that we shared earlier seemed to belong to another person entirely.
“An appointment?” The unknown man laughed dryly. “I made you, so you make time for me when I fucking say so.”
That laugh struck a nerve, a pang of remembrance that resonated through me. I moved down the stairs, dragging the king sized sheet along with me. The voice was familiar, and I just needed to see his face to confirm it.
Dylan didn’t respond to the jab, surprisingly. He allowed the awful man to continue his tirade.
“I don’t care how much money you bring in, or how grown you think that you are, I am still your father and I will whip your ass accordingly.” The unidentified voice bellowed resoundingly.
I made my way down the stairs to see Dylan and Pete standing chest to chest with fists clenched and I gasped. When I had worked with Pete, he had been a sweet man who asked my opinions and complimented me on my work. I had never heard him that angry before. Then again, I didn’t think that he would try to screw me either.
When Pete’s eyes fell on me, Dylan turned and glared at my sheet clad body and I knew that I had made a mistake in showing myself.
“You blew off a multimillion-dollar client for that?” Pete glowered in my direction, his mouth twisted and nose scrunched as though he had stepped in something.
“Not now, Pete.” Dylan responded through gritted teeth.
“Son, if you needed a fuck, I have several professionals on speed dial that would have taken care of your needs whenever you requested.” Pete replied smugly. His anger dissipated as a teasing smirk spread over his features.
I couldn’t see Dylan’s face, but his words were as chilling as the sub-zero fridge he had in his kitchen.
“I can find my own whores.” Dylan explained to his father with a sneer.
“Obviously.” Pete added and eyed me for good measure. “But you forgot a cardinal rule about whores and homes. The two should never meet.”
I didn’t stick around to hear what Dylan said next. I couldn’t. While I was fully aware that Dylan and I were not going to be walking down the aisle together, I was totally crushed that he could be so callous about what we shared. Pretending to stand up for me would have been nice. I knew that I didn’t mean anything to him but he didn’t have to be so mean.
I had no clue where Dylan put my clothes or where the borrowed sweats that he stripped off of me had disappeared to, so I went straight for his closet.
I opened the door to his wardrobe and the sheer volume of clothes and the obsessive neatness of his wardrobe shocked me. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dylan had been very precise about everything, including
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