Chapter 56

Dayle
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Last night was the best night of my life—this is the truest feeling ever, I'm really concerned if she felt how I felt last night. It matters to me.
Of all the girls I've slept with, I simply can't compare Chrissy to the numerous girls. Words are hard to describe what she's like but I do know that I'm connected to her. I’m in love with her. I’m obsessed with her thoughts running through my mind, her warmth, her smell, her aura… everything about Chrissy is what I can't do without. I can't feign the way I feel about her.
“Morning Nina!” I hear Chrissy’s voice split in the dining room. She looks expedient and got in that plaited skirt. She's always worn the one that is a bit longer but not below her thighs but this one is different, it's shorter than it has been, and there you have her curly blonde. I don't understand, we ended up the session at about 3 am and how did she rise so early to do her hair this fast? I stare deeper. Honestly, I almost fed my nose the sandwich.
Is that make up on? I'd be damned if this is all for Egan, I'll be fucked up times two.
“Hey. Dayle. Morning!” she hollers at me with a smile gut it's sexy to me. I hear nothing but her silent moans echoing in my head right now, she was the definition of hot and sexy last night. She's very gorgeous, she did taste like candy last night. I couldn't help but eat and lick her up over and over. Fuck. Chrissy is making me lose my senses. Thinking of her makes me hard as fuck.
She attempts to sit opposite but I signal her not to go that far from me, rather she sits next to me. She smells heavenly, I'm picturing myself sucking on her neck like a devourer. She flips her hair and turns to me fully. She attempts to speak but Nina comes along with her breakfast, and then she walks away. I'm practically dumbfounded by her, the memory of last night keeps playing like million times in my head.
I don't reminisce on the girls I fuck, I just hit and go onto the next one without remembering shit unless necessary but here's my supposed sister messing with my head without trying. I'm speechless, I can't even answer her, I only smirk every now and then.
“You are not even answering me, Dayle. Rude. Brother!” she blurts out and I smile
“I don't know what to say. You're in here!” I point at my head and she smiles. “Constantly! Making me regret the moments I lost without you!” I tell her but she keeps smiling. I'm not so sure if she's taking me serious at all.
“Dayle—”
“Breakup with Egan!” I snap and her mood changes, she's wringing.
“Dayle. You know that I can't just...” she looks around swiftly before continuing. “...breakup with him. Don't do this to me!”
“Kidding!” Is the only thing I say to her before I rise to leave. I wasn't kidding about what I said; I won't that to happen. “I'll wait in the car until... you're done!” I add coldly before heading away. I feel her eyes on me; perhaps dividing her thoughts into tiny specters on what to do or say to me. I swear that I can not even pretend to not want her to myself. Egan does not deserve her. If I can't have her to myself, nobody can even if it's the last thing I do before I fucking drop dead.
I stroll down to my car, I'm taking the green sports car today, I hadn't used it in a while. It was a gift from last semester—Dad’s courtesy.
“Why are you here?” I ask the chauffeur that's standing there. Was he waiting for me?
“I'll be driving you, Sir!” he tells me
“You know that I won’t say yes to that. Whose fucking orders in the first place?” I start to flare up, Dom isn't close either.
“Sir Owen—”
“Fucking shit!” I snap out angrily. I dial my father immediately, it connects instantly. “Dad, I can't have run my life from Rome or Paris or wherever, it's not far!” I tell him
“Good morning to you too big guy, how are you? Where's Chriss—”
“Dad stop trying to deviate!” I add. He sounds so nonchalant towards me and it's frustrating me terribly. I scoff. “Good morning sir, can you tell this muscled nutcracker to get off my way?” I ask
“That was extremely MEAN! Apologize!” Dad sternly says
“What?” I move a step away. “Dad are you kidding me right now? I can't apologize to him—” I tell him gritting my teeth but he interrupts.
“NOW!” he almost yells. “Don’t fucking hang up!
“Fine!” I go over to the man and stare at him first before I speak. “I'm sorry I called you... muscled nutcracker. Was mad. Can I leave now?”
“Thanks but I was given an order, sir!” he tells me.
“Dad, did you hear that? Please!” I tell my father before he agrees with a text, that's after he hung up on me. The man moves away, I don't say a fucking word. I see Chrissy heading in my direction.
“Ma’am, the car is ready! Shall I drive you now?” he asks her—I mean the chauffeur. (muscled nutcracker) I motion a no with my head and she tells him the same.
“No thanks, I'll go with Dayle. Thanks again!” she says before entering the car. That was extremely polite of her; I simply can't be like that every morning, afternoon and night. That's what father would like but I can't.

While on the drive, she doesn't speak to me; she's basically silent. I pull over beside the road, it's safe. She turns to me with a debatable stare.
“Chriss, what's up?” I ask and age scoffs nodding like I'm in so much danger.
“Why are you such a tease?”
“What do you mean?”
“Last night was the greatest...” she sniffles crossing her arms shyly. “I've never had someone...” she stops. Hearing that makes me more excited too. “You wake up the next morning only to tell me that I should break up with Egan? What we had last night was just... It was lust—”
“It's love Chrissy, fuck whatever that's in your mind.” I tell her seriously and she looks away with guilt flushing her face. I place my hand on her bare thigh, she slowly turns to me, I respectfully take it away. “I'm deeply in love with you. If not, how do you describe a situation where you think of someone all the time, you start fantasizing and mesmerizing, you get jealous whenever that person is with someone else, you don't think straight or focus or even get speechless of the things to say, or sick and mad whenever they are not there... Worse off, when you can't freely love that person? How do you describe all these things? How?”
I didn't mean for all these words to come out like that but I needed her to stop misunderstanding me despite the fact that I'm mostly the asshole.
“I'm... I didn't mean to say them like that, I know at thought that you should you know. I know that what we are doing is partly wrong but it doesn't feel wrong to me Chrissy; it has never.” I stop. I reach for the push button but then she stops me by cupping my face into her tender palms.
“Me neither!”
Our lips activates into a deep end kiss, more like kickstarting another dimension of what we already share; my hands roam her body, I need more of her salacious skin—i want to feel every skin but then we pull away gently. I give her one last kiss on the forehead before we both adjust back to normal.
“I'm sorry Dayle, I really am!” she tells me and I smirk.
“Wanna go somewhere by sundown?”
“Why not!” she laughs. We drive away, speeding but she's elated swaying to the pop music; it's one of Taylor Swift’s—she loves the singer so much.
*
Stepping out of the car together seems different today, I mean, we have unintentionally accrued attention, pictures and recordings are on the rise. I know that we cool good together, but it's more than that to me.
We reach the hallway, we have to separate to catch up with various things.
“I'll see you after school?”
She leans and whispers. “Yes, brother!” she stylishly walks off to meet Ellen who's just steps away waiting for her friend.
It doesn't take that long, I catch up with Steve and not Egan, I don't care where the fuck he is.
“What's my man?!” Steve says as we do our specialty.
“What's up bro!” I say to him as we starts walking off to wherever my feet lead us, we also have to make sure that the students aren't moving since class starts at 8 o’clock. I'm not on duty but then it's a general responsibility.
“You didn't ask about E!”
“That's because his ass isn’t my point of view. He's bluntly not my fucking problem.” I vent, he stares at me blankly.
“Come on man, are we still on that shit? Y'all better make the fuck up once and for all! Y'all gotta grow!” Steve says to me as we tried down.
“What do you call someone that disrespects at your house?” I ask him. He stares at me with a small squeeze on his face. I know that he's not cool with. If there's anything Steve hates is to be degraded. “That face right there is what I want.”
“What happened? Why did he go that fucking far?” He asks
“Ask him, he's your friend now!” I walk ahead, whether or not he comes after me I simply don’t fucking care.


( Hi friends, my apologize for the grammatical errors and unintended confusion y’all must have gone through, I’ll put in more effort to make your reading palatable and convenient. I would not stop sharing this story with you! Please enjoy)