I need your help
Larisa’s pov
There's no greater feeling than knowing that the mission you're about to take will lead you to see the most enchanting person in your life. That's exactly how I felt when I left Taylor's parents' house, pretending I was going to a nearby grocery store to pick up a few things. The escape was smooth, and neither Justin nor Sadie suspected a thing. They trusted me and didn't feel the need to accompany me. What should have been just an hour or two journey took me far away.
Dyan had already booked a flight for me. All I had to do was leave the house and make my way to the airport. It was as simple as that. Out of love and affection, I left my clothes and bag behind, not wanting to leave any traces of my departure. What can compare to the bliss of love and laughter? Nothing! Not even the expensive clothes Taylor bought for me. Material possessions can be replaced anytime, but my love for Dyan is irreplaceable. There's nothing sweeter than being forgiven by someone you deeply love. And how else could I repay him other than spending quality time with someone who will always cherish my presence? It felt like a dream coming true. If someone had told me that I would be on a plane, which I initially thought was impossible, heading to meet Dyan, I wouldn't have believed it.
The first-class flight didn't bring me comfort compared to the comfort I felt when thinking about seeing and kissing Dyan's tender, soft lips. Even the meals and services provided by the flight attendants meant nothing to me. I took a few bites of food, and that was enough. While others were engrossed in the movies playing in front of them, I was lost in my own fantasies that were about to become reality. I would have loved to chat with Dyan, but he mentioned he was extremely busy and asked me to call him as soon as the plane landed at John F. Kennedy airport.
With just a small bag, I was one of the few people without checked-in luggage, so I didn't have to wait at the carousel. As I walked off the plane, I dialed Dyan's number, and without even realizing it, I said,
"I'm home. Yes, I'm home, my sweetheart."
To me, home is a place of comfort and peace of mind. At that moment, I didn't dwell on Taylor's parents or how Taylor would react when he arrived and discovered my absence. I knew that if Taylor couldn't find me, he would reach out to everyone who knew me. So, I blinked my eyes, trying to assure myself that it wasn't a dream, and as I made my way towards the airport's waiting area, I accidentally bumped into people with my shoulders, as if it were a mistake, but I didn't wake up. It was all real, and this was my plan before the unexpected pregnancy happened.
Nervously scanning my surroundings and frequently checking my phone for any incoming calls, I wondered what the first thing I should do when I laid my eyes on Dyan would be. Would a kiss suffice to express my excitement? Should I throw myself into his arms or give him a tight hug? As my mind grappled with the best approach, my phone started ringing. Fortunately, I carefully looked at the screen before pressing the answer button. It was the last call I had hoped for—it was Taylor calling me. This meant that he had reached his parents' house and they were searching for me.
Thoughts of Taylor brought both pain and worry, even though I was far away from him. I kept looking around, half-expecting to see him nearby. A few minutes later, after Taylor called multiple times and I didn't answer, the call I had been anxiously waiting for finally came. Without waiting for the phone to vibrate twice, I answered the call.
"Sweetheart, where are you?"
"I'm at the airport, heading towards the sixth exit door."
I rose from my seat and located the designated area he mentioned. The bustling crowd was flowing out, while a few people were making their way in. From a distance, I scanned the faces of incoming individuals, my eyes eagerly searching for Dyan. It didn't matter what he was wearing—I could spot his face amidst a sea of men.
"Larisa!" His voice called out my name, and we rushed towards each other, embracing as if we had been separated for over a decade. Our embrace was tight, tears streaming down my face as we swayed in each other's arms. When we finally pulled apart, I could see that he, too, was grappling with his emotions. My tears were apparent, perhaps because I'm a woman, and he crowned the moment with a kiss. I wasn't the only one yearning for that kiss. As I closed my eyes and our lips met, I found myself transported to another realm, captivated by sheer bliss. He held my waist, and together we walked out of the airport towards his car. That short journey felt like the most precious moment of my life. It was as if we were strolling down the aisle. Lost in my thoughts, I realized that life was beautiful, but it takes a special person to make it even more extraordinary.
Dyan opened the car door, treating me like royalty. As soon as I settled into the car, he asked me a question that revealed his deep concern for me.
"I hope you're not planning to go back?"
His statement didn't imply that I couldn't visit my mom or go wherever necessary. He was referring to Taylor.
"I'm yours until the day you grow weary of me."
"I could never tire of you. You are my missing piece," he said, and I lowered my gaze, revealing my inner turmoil.
"What's troubling you?"
"I'm contemplating this pregnancy. It's a significant issue I have with Taylor."
"Don't let this pregnancy steal your joy," he said, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. As I prepared to fasten my seatbelt, he gently took it from my hands and carefully placed it between my breasts, flashing a smile as he did so, before securing it.
"Where would you like to go? A hotel or my home?"
"Nothing would be more enchanting than lying on the bed where you used to sleep. Let's go to your place, unless you prefer to treat me as a transient guest who comes and goes after a few days."
As we drove through the streets of New York, a thought struck me, and I yearned to clarify my doubts. I turned my head to face him and asked,
"Dyan! Do you truly love me?"
"You, I absolutely love you," he replied. Yet, even after driving a few more meters, my longing for reassurance persisted, and I questioned him once more,
"Dyan, are you certain that you love me?"
"Larisa, I love you. Are you doubting me? I love you, and I want to be with you. If I didn't want you, I wouldn't have invited you to join me."
I nodded, and after a few minutes, we arrived at his home. The beauty of his house unveiled his prosperity.
"Is this your place?"
"Yes!" He confirmed.
"It's stunning," I remarked.
"What do you expect from the mind of a photographer?" he replied, and we both shared a smile.
“Are you a photographer?”
“Yes, it's my hobby and I love taking pictures.”
It was a truly unforgettable day for me, and right from the start, I discovered that he was an incredibly talented chef. He wouldn't let me cook, and I wouldn't let him either. Eventually, we both donned our aprons and embarked on a culinary adventure together. Afterwards, we sat down to enjoy our meal, and I said something that caught him off guard. He had thought I was joking during our phone conversation yesterday, so I needed to remind him.
"It's time for you to pamper me with a bath," I declared.
"Huh!" he exclaimed.
"I'm dead serious about what I said on the phone. I'm utterly exhausted. How can I be expected to scrub my own back?"
He led me to his spacious bathtub, and we reclined together in the warm, soapy water. A melodious song played in the background as he tenderly caressed me amidst the water. In that moment, I gained a newfound understanding of what it meant to fall in love. Loving someone transcended mere physical intimacy. It encompassed the profound emotions that emanated from within, with physical intimacy being an added bonus.
We had an incredible time, and when we left the bathroom for his bedroom, we engaged in the passionate activities that two deeply enamored individuals do when they are unclothed. It reminded me of the first night we spent together, celebrating his parents' wedding anniversary. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, my head resting upon his strong, muscular hand.
It was the sound of a knock on the door and the ringing of the doorbell that jolted us awake. Since we hadn't turned in early, we hadn't risen early either, and it was the knocking that roused us. Dyan, who wasn't anticipating any visitors, mumbled,
"Who could that be?" He left me in his bedroom and went to investigate who was at the door. A few seconds later, I heard his voice filled with panic.
"Taylor?" Dyan called out his brother's name. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
"I'm searching for my girlfriend! I need your help. She's in New York right now," Taylor replied.
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