Chapter 37: Stacy

The sunlight blinded my vision as my eyelids flutter open. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, I rubbed my stolen eyes and extended my hand to the side table.

My vision was blurry till i adusted the glasses on the bridge of my nose.

I spent my night tossing and turning till I finally got sleep early this morning.

No matter how much I tried, my mind kept moving back to what happened the night before.

After he revealed the reason he did all of that was because I called it a stupid kiss, I turned and left. Not because I was mad or something, I just had so much to take in and couldn't comprehend it all at once.

First, it started with Toby who hated Dylan, tried to get to him through me and the shocking revelation he was twenty eight.

Yes, I was so stupid to have ignored the people around me and the looks they had on their faces while I was on his table. I guess the anger I had in me blinded everything and I paid more attention to making a particular someone drown in jealousy.

Then I figured out the only reason this all started was all my fault.

I didn't mean it when I said it was a stupid kiss, it was just something I said to reduce the tension and awkwardness in the air.

Then he took it seriously.

There I was thinking he was he was such a jerk for saying it was just a kiss with absolutely no idea I was the one at fault.

I'd thought about it for hours and bringing it up over again would only give me a headache.

I hopped off the bed and got on my feet, taking off my glasses and placing it on the bedstead. I stripped off the silky pajamas and placed it on the bed, it was the first time I'd worn something so mature to sleep. Usually, it was ducky pajamas or onsies.

I got into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took a long time in the shower before stepping out in a white robe.

I wore black washed jeans and a blue cropped top due to the hot temperature then pulled my hair into a ponytail and let it dangle at the back of my head. I proceeded to get my glasses from the bedstead and placed it on the bridge of my nose.

Since it was our final day in Nigeria, I packed up all the stuff I had lying across the bed, vanity and the ones in the closet.

After zipping up the huge luggage, I sighed in relief and placed it at the side of the room before heading out.


My palms found their ways to my ears as the loud echoing sound of music blasted through the hallway. I felt floor beneath my feet vibrate with the intensity of each beat.

Not that it could destroy the building but loud enough to deafen me.

I adapted to the sudden noise after a few seconds, detached my hands from my ears and slammed the door shut behind me.

I probably didn't hear the music because my room was soundproof or the music coincidentally started when I got out of my room.

Either ways, it was way too loud.

The music was louder as I walked towards it source and after a few seconds of walking and trying to figure out what the hell was going on, I figured out it was from the room next to Dylan's.

I pushed the door open and braced myself for the impact of loud booming music but the moment the door was completely open, the music stopped.

Dylan and his secretary or PA, whoever she was, were both in what I guessed to be an empty room for working out.

Definitely not a gym.

It had large speakers at every corner, a few little benches and mats on the floor.

Dylan was shirtless with beads of sweat dripping down his body and hair damp and a little messy. He had a bottled water in his hand and phone on the other as he sat on the small bench.

Stacy was right behind him in grey leggings and black sports bra. She wasn't as sweaty as Dylan was, just a little moisture on her skin. Her long hair was in a high ponytail and unlike mine, fell down to her butt.

Both her hands were on Dylan's shoulder doing what I guessed to be a massage.


"Cupcake" Dylan said, staring at me like I was a lost princess or something "Hey"


"Hi"

"Um, meet my PA, Stacy"

"Yeah I know who she is" I said in an attempt to sound normal but it came out bored "I met her yesterday, remember?"

"Oh yeah, right" He paused "Stacy, this is Cupcake"

"It's Diana" I corrected, giving her a wave.

Then regretted it.

She scanned me head to toe with a look of disgust evident on her face. The moment her eyes met mine once more, she immediately covered it up with an obviously fake smile.

Nothing new.

"I'm sorry about the music, Stacy accidentally increased the volume"

"Yeah, okay whatever"

"Did we bother you? Cause if w_"

"We were just working out" Stacy piped in "Together"

"Good for you"


🦋. 🦋. 🦋. 🦋. 🦋


Dylan placed the a slice of toast on my plate and the last on Stacy's

Yeah, Stacy.

After walking out of their work out session or whatever they had, I really don't care, I went back to the comfort of my room and watched videos of goats screaming on YouTube cause that's totally what normal people do.

You should check it out, they sound even better than Cassandra after accidentally ruining her eyeliner.

I stayed in there for hours and at a point, almost fell asleep.

Then Dylan knocked on my door dressed in fresh clothes and invited me to join him for breakfast.

And yes, I thought it would be just him.

Not that I was desperate to talk to him only, trust me, that was the last thing I wanted.

It would he gallons of awkward drowned in gallons of awkward.

Really awkward.

What the hell am I gonna say?

Um, so I thought about it and totally understand it's my fault for calling it stupid when it was so important to you. How about we forget about it and you get me free ice cream?

The point is, I didn't want to be in the same situation I was the day before.

Seeing Stacy at the table made me feel great I wasn't going to deal with the tension and bad cause it didn't look like she liked the tiniest bit of me.

She looked hot in a tight nude colored dress and her hair, of course, dangling down to her butt.

She could really pass as a model.

So there I was guys, with Stacy and Dylan, having breakfast.

"So, what do you think of the food?" Dylan asked, taking a seat next to me and once again, staring at me like a lost princess.

"Yeah, great"

I could literally think of something great and the moment I opened my mouth, it would come out like I was bored out of my mind.

I didn't realize how much impact I'd caused till I saw the smile on Dylan's face erase.

Of course, I'm the bad guy.

I felt a pinch inside seeing I was once again totally at fault.

"I think it's amazing Dylan" Stacy piped in "I love your pancakes"

"Thanks Stacy"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just really appreciate things most people don't"

Okay, pause.

Who the hell is most people? Me?

I get it, I didn't reply with an expression as happy as hers but it didn't mean I didn't really appreciate it.

I loved his food, I always did. That literally explained why I always left the cooking to him and Stacy, a girl I had nothing against, indirectly made it look like I was so ungrateful.

"Diana, could you please pass the jug?" Stacy said, giving me an obviously fake smile yet again.

I knew whatever she was planning in her partially developed brain would lead to no good but I'd done a couple of things that made me look like the villain in the story.

With no other choice, I tried to return the smile but for a weird reason, it came out as a yawn.

"Sure"

She extended her hand towards me as I picked up the heavy glass then, just what you were expecting happened.

Rapture took place and Stacy went to hell.

Just kidding.

The moment the glass was before me, she forcefully pushed it and down it went to my jeans.

I didn't realize what was going on till I felt the cool liquid on my thighs and the loud shattering noise of glass right in front me.

"Oopsie!"





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