His True Intentions

**CAMILLA**

I can't turn back on those words, I'll just find a way, struggle than through the day.

After heading in, our paths didn't cross all through the day. We were the only ones in the house, his parents had a company to run.

I locked the door in case he was getting stupid ideas. I checked my phone, clutched it to my chest slightly irritated and annoyed. Kyle hadn't texted or called, if I didn't better, I'd think maybe he liked the separation or wasn't at all bothered by the fact that we weren't together anymore.

He didn't call it quits or say it to my face, it was like spacing, not a breakup, I turn my back and he's talking to some bitch. How could I possibly relate to that?

I'm angry, for good reasons. I expect him to call or text, but there's nothing.

I tossed the cell aside, laying down with my palms underneath my head. This isn't good at all.

****

Hours later, my body wakes up on its own accord. If I slept through the event, that's a good excuse as any, but I just had to wake up.

Very well then.

Dylan got clothes as well, I can't bring that as an excuse.

Groaning, I got up and approached the closet. I'm currently rummaging through my closet in search of a suitable outfit that would make me look good enough to go to the party with Dylan tonight.

By good enough, I don't mean dress to Impress or anything of that sort, I want to look presentable enough for his parents and any other dignitaries that might attend.

On that note, nothing in this closet will do the trick.

He got these clothes on purpose knowing full well I do not show off skin.

Aside from the slutty dresses, the others were casual clothes meant for classes or sleeping, not the kind you wear to a fundraiser.

I returned to the dresses, taking them out at the same time, I laid them on the bed, examining carefully.

They weren't presentable.

I tossed each of them aside, by elimination I had just one left. It wasn't the best, but putting the others into consideration, it'll have to suffice. I wasn't convinced. I went back to the others, picked the first and looked over.

The red dress had too much slit on the left, I had long legs, my thighs would be visible if I decide not to wear tights, I'm sure that my panties might even get exposed, one could only wonder why Dylan would get me a dress like that. I rolled my eyes and kept it aside. That's a confirmed no. On to the next.

The black dress was a straight gown, no slits on each side, it was a beautiful piece, the only problem is the V-Neck at the top. I placed it in front and as I suspected, it would show a considerable amount of my cleavages and my upper breast as well.

They couldn't have placed a net covering or something. I rolled my eyes all over.

The next...

The Purple dress didn't fit my skin, I looked terrible in it.

The green one was perfect but had a zipper problem.

And the yellow one, I agreed to use this one since the rest were terrible, but after a second glance, I refused. It was plain. This counts as something casual, I mistook it for a dinner gown.

I facepalmed myself. Not good

I slumped on the bed right on top of the numerous outfits, I checked the clock and it was already seven pm. I had taken my bath, I just needed to get dressed and apply a little make-up. It was far too late to go to the boutique and even if it wasn't, I doubt I had enough money with me to spare.

Well, this is a good excuse as any. I guess no party for me.

It's either that or looks into ways to get a dress for tonight.

I wagered that I had only one option and that was to go to Dylan's mom. I didn't want to be a burden but I already promised Dylan so I had no choice. I gulped hard practising my lines before heading downstairs where I suspected they would be. She was in the kitchen giving orders to the maid ahead of time. I played with my nails, waiting for her to finish up. She finally turned around and broke in a smile.

"Dearie? Can I help you with something?"

Her palms were pressed together still full of smiles. How could this kind and charming woman birth a monster?

I shook my head.

"Actually, yes. There's this dinner party of yours Dylan invited me to and I want to look good enough but you know most of my clothes were...."

Before I finished, she approached me, placed both hands over my shoulder, lowered her head slightly then grinned.

Okay...

“I was truly waiting for you to say something, I didn't want it to seem crazy. Dylan told me you said yes, I'm extremely excited, I can barely contain it. I'll help you look spectacular, you'll be the centre of attraction, I assure you my son will not be able to take his eyes off you.”

Strangely, the final part gave me tingles.

Without a response or opposition from me, she tugged at my arm, turned us both around and walked out of the kitchen.

Let's see if she's right.

***

I was in her room, it didn't look like the one she shared with her husband, more like the type you kept to yourself for makeup, artificial hair and other girly stuff.

She has an entire wardrobe filled with dresses.

I exhaled.

"I've waited for this day for a long time, I only wanted a daughter, Emerton wanted a son, he won in the end since I got Dylan instead. I tried after that, but it was hard to get him, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed for anything that might happen, and Dylan as I'm sure you've noticed is quite a handful, I'm his mother but he's his boss, I can't recall the last time he listened to me which is why I'm excited you're here."

I nodded to myself even though her back was faced with me. She searched her closet while talking and once again her last words had me thinking. Will my presence changed a thing?

"Truthfully, I didn't think he'll take my advice about tonight, I didn't think he'll come at all."

She chuckled, pushing a few gowns aside.

This sucks. I was right after all.

"I knew his parents asked him."

I whispered under my breath cursing at myself for believing the sob story about him finding me entertaining.

"I told him to bring a pretty girl, he has tons of girls around him, but they look like overpriced sluts, I'm so glad he choose you."

She got a cloth out, dumping it on the bed. Her first choice in over ten minutes.

Hold up. She didn't give him specific instructions to choose me. Hang on. Does he think I'm pretty? Or just choose me since his parents wouldn't approve of any other girl? It is all very confusing. Dylan's confusing. His mother is much simpler, maybe I can get the confirmation from her end.

"If I heard correctly, you didn't instruct him to take me specifically..."

I leaned on to hear her side.

"Nope, I did not which is why I'm thrilled you were his choice." She popped the "p"

Shock isn't enough to describe how I am at this point. She began humming a song still searching for another dress.

"I can't believe Dylan asked me from his heart. If he had one and it seems like he does." She dumped more clothes until there were at least ten from me to pick from.

Then she clasped her palms together and turned. I was still stunned by her revelation, but she didn't know

"Now, let's get you ready."

She lifted an entire make-up box while I wondered what I signed up for. It isn't a beauty pageant, and I don't want over do this.

****

I was too scared to look at my reflection in the mirror, I kept my eyes closed the entire time, she assured me it was light, but one hour later was her finishing touches.

It's all done now.

Mrs Emerton was getting ready herself, but she told me to leave without her. Leave my Dylan is the correct translation.

I could protest, but I choose not to and just go with it.

I went upstairs to grab my purse, but instead, I saw Dylan at my door.

"Are you ready? Should I come in? I don't want you to slap me again if we have another "accident"

I choked.

He referred to the time he saw me "butt" naked. I scanned his outfit and he cleans up excellently well. He almost looks cute leaning over my door like that. Almost.

I cleared my throat making my presence known.

I ignored the looks he was giving, his eyes were all over and I wished I went with a dress with a round neck.

Mrs Emerton assured me that this one "complimented my skin and body"

Hhhh

"Shall we?"

I cut him out from his staring game.

"Umm. Yeah. Sure."

He mumbled and I led the way.

As I said, just go with it and get through this night.

******

The car moved at a slow pace courtesy of the driver. The GPS announced that we would be there in less than five minutes. Since I was a dummy in these things, I decided to ask to follow up questions plus Dylan has been quiet all through.

"What's the party about?"

I bit down on my lips.

"It's a fundraiser for the less privileged."

He responded with no ulterior reactions. No smirk, no grin. Did something change?

"Right, my rules."

I recalled being slightly irritated by my rules.

Minutes later, we arrived at the venue and it was dripping with elegance. I felt a little insecure about what I was wearing. I had no idea if he noticed but he took my hand and we walked towards the entrance. I smiled a little although it didn't quite reach my eyes. A few cameras clicked as pictures were taken, we got in all the same.

I couldn't ask any further questions, so I used my eyes in search of a place to seat. Dylan seemed absent-minded anyway.

In my search, I caught sight of something else.

I gulped. My insides filling with anger very quickly. He most definitely didn't.

Kyle was here. Okay, there are no major problems there, except the fact that beside him with a hand still on his lap was that bitch from his class.

I clenched my teeth glaring at the two of them.

Another thought crossed my mind. A possible answer to the question I asked earlier. Why did Dylan bring me here? The reason he said. The reason his mom implied or the reason I'm currently considering.

He knew. His parents were in charge, he must have peaked at the list or had access. He knew.

Was that why he brought me here? To watch the show my "boyfriend" and some girl would put on.

Amazing.

******