Chapter 10: Nostalgic Kiss

Bella looked at her ex-boyfriend's face, letting out a sarcastic smile, showing yourself strong in front of him. Without saying another word, she got out of the car and walked to the nearest taxi stand and when she settled in the back seat and gave the driver her address, She to fall down in a cry painful, however contained tears, but you could hear the sobs and the sniffling of her red, wet nose.. The kind driver, seeing her situation, offered her a tissue, which she gratefully accepted. However, halfway home, she decided not to go back but instead to a bar/restaurant to clear the ideas. Upon arriving, chose a table and some drinks and to start a Cosmopolitan to start, followed by a Mai Tai, a Hurricane, and finally, a delicious drink named after the city she live, Manhattan.

She hadn't noticed that it was already past 10 PM. Her phone was on silent, so she missed the multiple calls from her mother, father, brother, and even her son, all worried about her. As for Johnny, he only realized his wife wasn't home when Anthony called to ask if they were together. He told Anthony he was handling business and would be home soon, quickly hanging up before his father-in-law could catch on to the lie, as he was actually at a motel with one of his mistresses, this time his personal secretary.

Still at the bar/restaurant, Bella asked for the bill. After paying, she tried to get up to leave but ended up bumping into a tall man standing at the bar. He caught her firmly, and when she looked up to thank him:

"Damn! You again? How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone? Why did you follow me?"

"I was worried!"

"Get out of my way, I'm going to get a taxi."

"Let me take you."

"No! I don't want you to."

"You don't have a choice; you're too drunk even to call a taxi."

Bella tried to argue, but it was no use. Dylan picked her up and carried her to the car, placing her in the passenger seat and fastening her seat belt. By this time, Bella had already fallen asleep.

“So careless!” Dylan shook his head. Instead of taking Bella home, he took her to his apartment.

Upon arrival, Dylan laid Bella down on her bed, took off her high heels and covered her with a duvet. So he took the beautiful brunette's phone and called Susan, who answered promptly. He explained the situation and immediately the tall woman with short hair offered to look for her boss.

"Not tonight. But tomorrow, when the sun is high in the sky, come. For now, call her husband or whoever needs to know and let him know she's okay."

"You don't give me orders."

"You're right. But if you don't want your boss to get in trouble, you'll do as I say."

Susan was silent for a few minutes before responding:

"I agree. I'll be there first thing tomorrow. Send me the address."

Meanwhile, Johnny left the secretary at the motel and headed home to try to understand what had happened. As soon as he arrived in the garage and saw his wife's car parked, he thought he had worried for nothing. However, when he got to his apartment, he noticed the anxious faces of everyone and receiving Théo's embrace as the boy ran towards him upon seeing him arrive.

"Where's Bella? Is she already asleep?"

"No! Susan just called and said both went out drinking, and Bella ended up staying at her house," Benjamin said, still holding the phone.

"Serious" Johnny knew something was wrong with this story and decided to go to the security room of the building where the cameras were.

"Who's that with Bella? Zoom in on the camera, please." The security guard did as he was asked and, looking closely, Johnny wondered, "Why was Dylan here and why did Bella leave with him?" At that moment, Johnny's phone vibrated. It was Taylor.

“Boss, I found something interesting about the new partner.”

"I'm listening," Johnny said as he still watched the screen that showed Bella and Dylan walking hand in hand to the car and leaving the building. When Taylor finished revealing what she had discovered, Johnny exploded.

"Sons of bitches! How long did they think they could fool me?"

"What are you going to do now, boss?"

"Now? I'm going to kill Anthony Hahn without any remorse. As for my beautiful, lying wife and DK, I’ll carefully consider what to do next. After all, we're talking about a Kicher and a Hahn two significant names in the world of crime. I want to know every place Anthony and Dylan will be this week. I'm sure they'll be in the same place at some point because they're involved in the same type of business so it be on this occasion that I will kill the leader of the Hahn family and then Benjamin and thus gradually take control of everything.” Johnny uses a somber tone when speaking.

"But Boss, what about your wife? She could very well take over as the leader of the organization," Taylor warns.

"She might be able to, but she won't. I know exactly how to neutralize her, and when the time is right, I'll do it without mercy."

The sun was already high in the sky, around 7:00 AM, Bella slowly woke up, feeling an unbearable headache and and with difficulty to open her eyes. She heard a deep, velvety male voice that had always made her tremble:

"Good morning, Morena!"

"Dylan?! Where am I?" Bella got up and looked around.

"After you got drunk last night because of me, the least I could do was bring her to my apartment and take care of you." Dylan replied with a smile on his lips, placing a tray with pancakes, a strong coffee, and a remedy for the hangover.

"You should have left me at that bar. Someone would have found me."

" Like this You it hurts me, Morena. How it could I leave you alone and vulnerable?"

“For you, it's easy. You've done it before, just repeat it.” Bella gets up from the bed, looking at the floor trying to find her shoes.

“How many times do I have to ask for your forgiveness? Please, Bella!” Dylan holds his beloved's hand.

“Let me go and let me leave.”

“Never again!” DK holds Bella by the waist, kissing her with desire and intensity. She doesn't push him away and lets herself be carried away by the nostalgic, passionate kiss.

And it was when DK had already taken off Bella's blouse passing to the on her pants at the same time that his lips were placing kisses on the belly, breasts and neck of the beautiful brunette who was panting with pleasure, that Susan entered the bedroom with the door ajar.

“Mrs. Iverson, we need to go.”

DK glares at Susan with a furious look, but she stands her ground, holding a hanger with an elegant white dress. Bella looks at her in surprise, not expecting to see her so early and in Dylan's apartment, but quickly understands the situation.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course! It’s that door, there are towels in the cabinet under the sink.”

Exactly 10 minutes later, Bella exits the bathroom, ready to go straight to work. Before leaving, Dylan talks:

“Come back later to finish what we started.” He flashes his naughtiest smile, the one that shows his dimples.

“You're incorrigible, Dylan Kicker.”

At the company, Bella arrives with Susan, who would be her alibi, pressing the elevator button. When it opens, it reveals Johnny and his secretary. She looks at them for a few seconds before entering the elevator.

“Good morning, love! Looks like you had a good night.”

“Not really, since I didn’t spent with youwith you, love. Why didn't you warned you didn't would sleep at home yesterday? Your parents, Théo and I were worried.”

“Sorry! I did go home but remembered it was Monday and that you always come home late, so I decided to go out and got distracted. Didn’t Susan call to inform you?”

“So you were with Susan all night?”

“Not all the time. But I did sleep at her apartment.”

“I understood.” Johnny notices the mark on his wife's neck while clenching his fists.

Upon arriving at the office, Susan warns her mistress about what she noticed from her dangerous husband, and Bella just smiles and replies:

“Even if Johnny saw the mark on my neck, so what? He has no right to demand anything from me, he has already slept with half the women in Manhattan.”

“Even so, Mrs. Iverson, a possessive man who feels betrayed is capable of anything.”

“You worry too much, Susan.”