Unexpected visit
Larisa’s pov
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Was it all just a dream? When I first heard the knock, I was highly skeptical that it could be Dylan. Even when I saw him standing at the door, I thought he had come for a different reason. But my plans had worked, and when he asked me to spend the night with him instead of his brother, it felt like something out of this world. The touch of his hands on me ignited a fire within, fueled by all the fantasies I had about him.
"Why don't you spend the night with me instead of my brother?" he asked. Wanting to conceal my longing for him, I remained silent at first. What thoughts must have raced through his mind during those silent moments? Then, after a while, I finally said,
"What are you waiting for..." and that was it. The rest became a blur of passion. I shed all inhibitions, and he quickly undressed himself, as if this was something he had yearned for a long time. As for replacing his brother, I had already replaced him in my heart, and if it weren't for Dylan's arrival, I would have walked away a day before yesterday.
Dylan caressed my nipples, making them stiff with desire, and I had the pleasure of running my fingers over his chest, reveling in its strength. When he finally opened my legs and entered me, waves of pleasure surged through my veins, causing me to moan uncontrollably. I was grateful that Taylor wasn't in the next room; otherwise, he would have heard my cries of pleasure expressed in whichever language I could find. It was a night of passion, like a marathon, with each moment bringing us closer. We continued making love until I was weak and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
Making love is most fulfilling when you're already in love with the person, and that's exactly what has happened to me. In the midst of it, I already knew this wouldn't be the end.
We both lay on the bed, our hands scattered across the sheets, and we fell asleep. The next morning, as I slowly woke up, I kept my eyes closed and recalled that I had slept close to the wall, while Dylan lay near the edge of the bed. My first instinct was to move my hands gradually, wanting to touch him. But as I moved my hands across the bed, I realized I was the only one there. That realization made me open my eyes, and I discovered that he had left. Instinctively, I grabbed a pillow and held it close to my chest, trying to ease the emotional hunger I felt in that moment.
I rose from my bed, and the first thought that crossed my mind was my phone. I had intentionally set it to silent the previous day, well aware that during the ceremony, Taylor would want to control me with my phone. However, his brother's presence had made everything sweeter, just as I had hoped. I touched the screen of my phone and noticed several missed calls from Taylor. It was almost 7 am, and the day hadn't fully brightened yet due to our extended night. As soon as I took it off silent mode, it immediately began ringing again, and unsurprisingly, Taylor was already furious. I was well acquainted with his anger when I didn't answer his calls promptly. But this time, his tone didn't affect my heartbeat, and I answered the call.
"Why did you ignore my call?" Taylor's first words came as no surprise.
"Can't I sleep in peace because of you again?" My response silenced him for a few moments, and he eventually said,
"I need you in my room. Breakfast with my family is at 8 am, and I need to get ready and join them."
When he mentioned the family gathering, I felt a thrill at the prospect of seeing Dylan once more. I quickly got up and headed to take a shower. After moisturizing my skin and applying light makeup, I dressed in a short gown and left my room. My thoughts hadn't initially revolved around Dylan, but as soon as I closed the door, a yearning for his morning embrace swept over me. Surprisingly, my thoughts managed to convince me to take a longer route, just to catch a glimpse of Dylan before meeting Taylor. I didn't hesitate; I embraced the detour. Arriving at Dylan's door, I knocked and waited, knocking again, but there was no answer. I assumed he must be taking a shower, considering how tired he was from the previous night's activities and his late awakening. Without lingering at the doorway, I left, without an ounce of regret for taking the longer path.
A few minutes later, I stood at Taylor's door and knocked. His voice promptly allowed me to enter, and I opened the door. As I stepped inside, I noticed him emerging from the bedroom, with his distinctive personality always present, even in his subconscious actions.
"Why are you wearing such a short gown?" he asked.
"Is that why you called me here?" I retorted immediately, no longer holding back as I usually did. Besides, I hadn't worn it for his appreciation but rather for the captivating eyes of Dylan, who might still be in the midst of his morning routine.
He looked at me as if he wanted to strangle me, but his physical condition prevented him from laying a hand on me.
"There's no need for you to come here again," he said with an angry tone.
"Alright," I shrugged without remorse, about to leave the room when he added,
"Larisa, but I pleaded with you not to let what happened the other day resurface because of this occasion. Why are you behaving like this?"
"In whose presence? You specifically instructed me never to frown in front of your brother, and I have followed that perfectly. What have I done that you would appreciate? You were the one who told me to wear whatever I liked. What's wrong with what I'm wearing now? Am I naked? You don't keep your promises."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot I said that. There's this burning sensation inside me that prevents me from wanting any man near you. You mean so much to me..."
"What do you need from me now?" I interrupted, disliking the fact that he said I meant so much to him.
"Nothing, but please wait so we can go and meet my parents together."
"Hmm... okay," I reluctantly agreed, while internally longing to lay eyes on Dylan.
In my presence, he pulled off his nightgown and put on a white long-sleeved shirt and black trousers. Trying to draw me closer, he said,
"Could you please help me comb my hair?"
The way he says "please" these days is so irritating. He rarely says it unless he senses that I'm fed up with our relationship. Reluctantly, I went to him and combed his hair. He sat in his wheelchair in front of the mirror, and I noticed how he closed his eyes as I ran the comb through his hair. Why was he closing his eyes? Was he imagining me naked?
After getting dressed, he winked at me through the mirror, surprising me as I hadn't expected it.
"Shall we start going now?" I said quickly.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Hmm..." I hummed, and suddenly, I smiled. He couldn't grasp why I smiled, as I was thinking about seeing Dylan. Dylan must be sitting with his parents, Justin and Sadie. This would be the third time I would meet them, and they had been understanding even before I spoke to them.
I grasped the wheelchair handle and exited his room, wondering why Taylor didn't use his crutches and this wheelchair was inconvenient for me.
As I pushed Dylan to the designated breakfast area, my eyes quickly scanned the table, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dylan's smile. To my disbelief, only Taylor's parents were there, sitting close to each other. What was Dylan still doing in his room at this hour? I wondered as I moved Taylor closer to the dining table, my natural smile gradually fading away.
After sitting down, I expected Dylan to join us in the next few minutes. Instead, hotel staff brought our food and placed it on the table according to our chosen menu. Where was Dylan? Was he still asleep? Was he weakened by what we did yesterday? Is his parents and brother not bothered by his absence? Not wanting to draw attention, I remained silent, my eyes were on the door, anticipating Dylan's arrival. The longer I waited, the more everyone at the table began eating, and my hands felt too heavy to lift my cutlery without setting my eyes on Dylan. Unable to bear it any longer, I asked without raising suspicion,
"Where is Dylan? Isn't he joining us?"
All eyes at the table turned towards me, and at first, I felt awkward. I pursed my lips and forced a smile, but the response from Taylor's mom shocked me.
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