Chapter 25: Sienna Lewiston

< Shirley >
Brng! Brng!
The shrill sound of my alarm made me open one of my eyes a little bit. After rolling over the bed for a while, I turned off the alarm clock. Last night I fell asleep without knowing while I was thinking about my family.
When my eyes fell on the clock, I jumped out of my bed and rushed to the washroom to get fresh. It was half-past five in the morning.
I hurriedly did my morning chores and got ready into a pair of black leggings and a black sports bra underneath a loose light blue top. I didn't take a shower cause it sucked at that time. I would have to take a shower after training anyway, so it was fine. After pulling my hair into a messy bun, I ran downstairs.
No one was awake as expected. I wrote a note and stuck it on the refrigerator and made a run for it. I took my Bugatti Veyron and drove off. I didn't want to have breakfast this early morning because I felt nauseous.
After twenty-five minutes of the drive, I parked my car behind the fountain of Dylan's estate and ran inside. I was greeted by Trisha as usual.
"Good morning, Ms. Hamilton. Sir Dylan has been waiting for you in the gym room," she informed me with a smile. I smiled back and went to the gym room. I gulped before opening the door.
As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw Dylan running on the treadmill. Noticing me, he stopped and turned around, letting me get a nice view of his bare chest, glistening with sweat. He had no shirt on, just a black trouser, and I was supposed to act like that was perfectly normal.
"You are late by twenty minutes. However, I didn't expect you until seven," Dylan stated after drinking from his water bottle.
"Sorry, I woke up late," I let out. "What are you doing here?"
"I was practicing for a dance performance." I cocked an eyebrow in question. "What does it look like? I was working out, Ms. Oblivious."
"You do that every morning?" I gaped at him. I severely envied people who could follow a daily routine.
"No, I do morning workouts once in a decade," he said sarcastically, and I decided to go along with him to make him forget that I was late. I didn't want to get showered with his lecture this early in the morning.
"That means, you have only done morning workout just twice in your life 'cause you don't look that old. Now it's a different case if your age is over centuries."
"Even if I have done it twice, I don't think you even did it once, and if it's my age you want to know, you can just ask directly," Dylan commented.
"I already know your age and birthday," I expressed haughtily.
"Stalker alert," he said and raised his hands in alarm. "Though I wonder if you know the correct one."
"Age, 25. Birthday, 25th December," I answered curtly. I had his bio-data remembered like the back of my palm.
"Wrong."
"What?" I gasped. There was no way I could be wrong about that. Did I screw up Christmas with his birthday?
"It's December 21," he corrected me. I was about to open my mouth, but he interrupted me before that. "Enough chit chat. Geez, you just know how to get off-tracked. I need to go to the office after this crap is done, so make this quick."
"When does your office start?" I inquired, taking off my loose top, leaving myself in my sports bra.
"I'm the boss. I don't have a fixed time," Dylan responded and went back to the treadmill.
"Why hasn't his company gone bankrupt yet?" I gaped at him. He must use his black money to support it.
"Because I have a sharp, business mind," he retorted before letting out a groan. "Will you stop wasting my time by talking already?" I giggled. "Today I will tell you what exercises you need to do in order to strengthen your body so that you can do it at your house every morning," he instructed.
"Why?" I pouted. I would love to see his hot body in the morning—that could be a good inspiration.
"Because I don't want to see your face every morning after I wake up," Dylan hissed, and I made a sad face.
"So, what about teaching me car racing?"
"That can be done anytime at a day. Before getting to the real thing, you need to know the basic rules which I will explain tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Why not today?" I demanded since I had nothing else on the schedule.
"Because my throat is dry after blabbering this much to you," he complained, and I chuckled. He ignored me and continued doing his work. "Anyways, I have already made a list of workouts for you. It's kept on the couch over there. Check and start doing it. And no slacking off."
When I picked up the piece of paper, I almost fainted. This guy sure was planning to kill me out of sheer exhaustion.
After the physical training, I took a shower and got changed into new clothes. Then we started my test driving for the day, and I didn't improve even a little bit from the last time, which was just yesterday. I could have at least improved my speed by one meter. Shameful.
"So," I started after clearing my throat.
"What so?" Dylan let out in an irritated tone, leaning back on his seat as he started relaxing.
"Did I make any improvement?" I asked with hopeful eyes.
"You can't expect to improve within just one or two test drives," he commented, rolling his eyes.
I pouted sadly, getting upset. Would I ever make any improvement? Dylan didn't bother saying anything as he looked at me with a blank face and stepped out of the car.
I felt frustration bubbling inside me. I wanted to rip off someone's hair. I slammed my hand on the steering wheel, letting out a honk. I rested my forehead on top of my hands, groaning. Did I really not have any talent for car racing?
Just then there was a knock on the window. I peeked my head a little and found Dylan standing outside my door with an impatient look on his face, tapping his foot. I lowered the windshield and grumbled, "What?"
"If you want to stay inside, I have got no problem, but Xavier will scold me for getting you late for breakfast. So, come on," Dylan said nonchalantly, making me heave a sigh. It was a relief that even someone as powerful as Dylan could be ordered around by someone else. The disadvantages of being the youngest around were a real struggle.
I unfastened my seatbelt and got out of the car, only to hear Dylan mumble quietly, his eyes focused on the ground, "Some things take time. You don't have to beat yourself down for it. Just keep trying." With that, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and vanished from my sight.
I stood there for a while before a smile blossomed on my face. There was a warm feeling in my heart. Just those few words of his were enough to get me motivated again. Yes, some things took time. Getting along with Dylan would take some time as well. All I had to do was keep trying.
Soon, I rushed after Dylan as he had left me there and found him at the entrance of the living room, using his phone as if he was waiting for me, which wouldn't be the case. As I neared him, Riley came running to Dylan and informed him, "She's back."
I wondered who was back. Must be someone special to them.
Dylan groaned and hung his head low. He ran a hand through his hair, completely beaten. It piqued my interest. Who was this person who got Dylan so riled up?
"But she told me that she will be home at night," Dylan objected, raising his head to look at Riley with pitiful eyes.
"Don't look at me. It wasn't my plan. She—" Riley was interrupted by Dylan.
"Let me guess. She wanted to surprise me," Dylan let out, and Riley flashed him a tight-lipped smile and gave a pat on his shoulder, which meant Dylan was right.
Although I was lost about the situation, I was enjoying seeing Dylan baffled. I followed the two of them as they made their way to the living room. Reaching there, I saw a blonde woman, whose back was turned towards us, was talking to Xavier with excitement. She was wearing a fitting light pink knee-length dress with high heels.
Xavier noticed us, and a smile took over his face. He pointed at Dylan and let out, "Looks like your precious Dylie is here."
The woman stopped talking and immediately turned around, a big grin visible on her face. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She almost seemed the same age as Xavier and Riley, but I was proved wrong when I recognized who she was. She was definitely older than those two as she was the famous actress, Sienna Lewiston, aged more than forty, the foster mother of Dylan. But with her professional makeup artists, it wasn't hard to conceal her age with her beauty.
"Welcome home, Sienna," Dylan greeted in a dull tone, sounding uninterested.
Her grin only got wider as she took long strides towards him before engulfing him in a tight hug, almost squeezing the living daylight out of him. "Gosh, my little baby has grown so taller since the last time I saw you," she said in a dramatic motherly tone, and I stifled a peal of laughter.
"I think it's just my hair that has gotten longer," Dylan derided and patted her shoulder once before pulling away from the hug. "How have you been?" he inquired.
"I have been miserable without my son. Did you miss me as well?" Dylan gave her a flat look. She ruffled his hair and let out, "I know you did. Don't try to hide it with your emotionless face."
"Hey, not my hair." Dylan shrieked away from her, standing closer to me. He finger-brushed his hair, mumbling incoherent words, while Xavier and Riley joined Sienna in laughing.
"Your scalp won't fall off if someone touches your hair, you know?" Sienna joked, earning a childish glare from Dylan.
Even though I was feeling left out, I felt happy for their family reunion. It felt nice to see Dylan with other people, the one that liked to remain aloof.
"Oh, c'mon, don't make such faces. You know it in your heart that you are happy to see me," Sienna teased.
"I was much happier when you were away." Dylan frowned. "And stop with the 'Dylie' crap."
"I'm hurt. My heart has been shattered into tiny little pieces by my little Dylie. Ah, the agony." Sienna started acting dramatically. I couldn't hold in my laughter after that and burst into fits of laughter, catching everyone's attention. Seriously, her expressions were so funny and the way she called him 'little Dylie'.
"Oh, who is this new face?" Sienna turned her attention towards me with an unpleasant smile on her face and approached me, putting on a menacing aura. "Are you my Dylie's girlfriend?"
Well, it seemed like his mom wouldn't like me very much.