A/N I'm back! Great time had, beautiful places seen, and more potential locations for future stories!! Every trip is an education and all that. Hope you enjoy, Mattie's about to start turning the screw on Dylan, think all you haters will love that! :)
Chapter
Eleven
When she
opened her eyes, Mattie sighed. She felt a million miles better than she had an
hour earlier...she glanced at the clock on the bedside table, make that three
hours earlier. Yikes! She sat bolt
upright then groaned. Her head was still sensitive, but the breakfast,
sausages, scrambled egg and toast had hit the spot, as had a gallon of juice
and sweet coffee. She hated sugar in it normally, but Dylan had insisted. Then
he’d tossed her a t-shirt and shown her into the guest room. At least she was
spared the trauma of sleeping in his bed, smelling his smell...but that was where
the t-shirt came in. It was a worn gym shirt, grey, a little washed out and
very, very soft. Since he’d been back Mattie had managed to avoid close contact
with Dylan, but the moment she’d pulled the shirt over her head, she’d been
inundated with sensory...and sensual memories. As she’d slept, once the
exhaustion of the hangover subsided, that smell had penetrated her brain as
well as her nostrils.
She realised
her heart was pumping, her brow damp with perspiration, and when she closed her
eyes she was back in a dream where Dylan was everywhere.
Taking a
deep mind clearing breath, she turned to sit on the edge of the bed. She needed
to get back to work. Something caught her eye in the corner of the room, and
when she looked over she saw her jeans and t-shirt carefully piled on the
chair, alongside the suit she’d slipped out of and draped over the arm. On top
was a note.
“Lunch waiting for you in the lounge, all ship-shape in the hotel. When
you’re up, fed and dressed my driver will drop you home. I’ll see you in the
morning.”
It wasn’t
signed, but she’d recognise that sloping handwriting from a million others. She
was angry that he was controlling her, that he was forcing the outcome of the
day again, but a huge part of her was grateful. Her mind and body both cried
out for rest, peaceful sleep in a darkened room.
The lunch
was amazing, but then she discussed the menus with the chef and the manager
Daniel personally. Once she’d eaten she felt even better. She managed to get to the Management Suite
without being detected, but found Dylan’s office empty.
As she made
for reception Hermione smiled at her, “I hear you’re taking a half day. Enjoy.
You doing anything nice?”
Mattie shook
her head, “just some rest, nothing exotic.”
The
receptionist smiled, “good, you deserve it. You look shattered.”
Mattie
nodded, “it’s been a hard week.”
“Mr Wallace’s car is out front.
He said his driver was going back to London and he wanted to wait to give you a
lift. That’s so nice.”
Spotting the
hint of admiration in her friend and colleague she groaned, everyone loved the
charming side of Dylan. That was his forte. Instead she wanted to scream out,
because in typical Dylan fashion he’d made it impossible for her to resist his
actions. Now that people knew about his generous offer she couldn’t get out of
it without looking childish. Then she took stock. She was exhausted, the
thought of a forty five minute tube journey didn’t inspire her, so she stopped
fighting, this one time she was happy to accept his help, though she’d never
let him know that his concern was well placed.
Nodding graciously
Mattie hooked her bag over her shoulder then smiled, “I’ll see you in the
morning. Ok?”
Mattie held
the phone at arm’s length and wanted to scream. Taking a deep breath she
brought the handset back to her ear. “What do you mean the agreement has
ended?”
Her
accountant laughed, “just that. I’ve had correspondence from the debt managers.
The bill has been paid and the IVA lifted. Your credit record is a long way
from healthy, but day one starts here.”
“I’ve got six months left to
pay,” she insisted. She’d planned her finances to the last penny to account for
it, she knew every nuance of her financial plan as she’d been through it with a
fine tooth comb.
“Well it’s seems as though you’ve
got a fairy godmother.
The penny
dropped loudly AND painfully. It was no coincidence that Dylan had travelled
back to New York. The bastard was at it again.
Ending the
call she was unable to stop herself turning back to her computer and penning
him an email.
“You might think that playing God will make you feel better. But I see
through you Dylan Wallace, I am not your charity case and I am not the person
to take your guilt out on. If you feel bad donate to Save the Children, NOT me.
Do you understand?”
It didn’t
make her feel any better, but with a wedding planned for the coming weekend and
a hotel that was up for sale she didn’t have time to dwell on his actions. She
had a job to do.
Dylan was tired;
leaving his office for the last two weeks had been a disaster for his other
affairs. Brandy his assistant had kept him informed over the duration of his
time out, and he’d managed to deal with things on a superficial level, but now
that he was back in the heart of Manhattan he was swamped. But for all his
moaning, he was glad to get away, and free up his mind to something other than
his ex wife.
His phone
rang and he was immediately engrossed in some running issues with a factory he
owned in Connecticut. It was a small part of what had become an empire, but
each cog was vital in the scope of things. A reduced productivity issue was
just that. An issue that needed his attention. He was lucky in that in his
bigger acquisitions he had trusted people at the helm, but this smaller place
wasn’t so fortunate.
After his
call ended he immediately dialled Louise, a manager reasonably close to the
factory. As he explained his predicament, and that he was needed back in
London, an email popped up on his screen. The sender distracted him from the
conversation, and as Louise spoke to him, he opened the email from m.davies@sunsetclub.co.uk
“Are you listening to me Dylan?”
The question
forced him back to the here and now, and still smiling he apologised. “I know I
can always rely on you Louise. Are you sure you are ok with this? You’ll need
to keep in touch via email...my laptop is never more than a few feet from me.
Ok?”
“Sure. It sounds straight
forward. If it’s more taxing or problematic I’ll call you. I got it.”
Louise was
one of his best associates; she managed several of his companies from her
office in Brooklyn, well. She was competent, capable, and he knew he could relax
with her at the helm. Hanging up the phone, he turned back to his computer.
Matilda.
Not someone
he could relax and leave alone.
He smiled at
the anger in her email, but as always it was tinged with natural humour, and
that pleased him. She’d obviously found out that he had settled her debt. That
he’d pulled her out of a financial hole of his making. That he’d started to
right the wrong he’d started years ago. Sighing he slumped back in his seat.
He’d been driven for as long as he could remember, maybe it was seeing his
mother bounce from one rich man to another, striving for a financial security
that never satisfied her, maybe it was the lack of a childhood home, the lack
of family that made him seek a base, his own home his own world. But in
reality, that same drive for success had seen him lose Matilda, the person who
had offered all that he wanted in life.
He could
remember the day that he received the divorce papers like it was yesterday.
He’d borrowed another fifty thousand from a not so straight forward source before
he left the country and met up with two other investors across the globe. He’d
spent his adult life chasing tip offs, looking for that one thing that would
give him the start he’d dreamed of. Since he’d met Matilda he’d wanted to be
there for her, provide for her, look after her. But to him that meant he needed
to make a fortune, enough that she’d be happy, enough that he’d be enough for
her. The thought of not being enough for her still haunted him to this day.
The day the divorce
papers arrived signalled the day that he and his new colleagues took control of
the failing air conditioning company, ironically his marriage died the day his
success started. Were the two interlinked? He knew that his anger at Matilda
since, the sense of loss and frustration that she had directly caused in his
life had pushed him on, made him keen to prove her wrong. He’d felt she was
wrong to reject him, wrong to doubt him and wrong to not support him when
everything he did was for her.
Now that
looked like childish twaddle and he wondered how different life would have been
if he’d made her his true priority. He sighed, she should have been. He’d loved
her like no one before...he laughed, and no one since. But he’d been blinkered;
his own goals had blinded him to what was happening. She had every right to
hate him, and right now he’d settle for her friendship. She was wise, caring
and honest. He needed someone like her in his life.
“Matilda,
I presume you’ve discovered my subterfuge. I didn’t tell you as I knew you’d
fight against any attempt for me to do the right thing. I feel dreadful that
you’ve carried my debt for years. That changes now, whether you like it or not,
not because I want to do the right thing - I already donate to Save the Children,
but because you don’t deserve all that you’ve had. I’ll be back in a couple of days;
I have a few buyers interested. Keep your diary free on Thursday, we have
plans.”
He hit send
and sighed, it was hopefully going to be read in the way it was intended. He
had to treat Matilda carefully. Too much affection would be seen as him being
sly, if he was ruthless he’d hurt her...instead he had to hope that he could
navigate the stormy sea that was her fragile emotional state.
Matilda
could do nothing but ignore his email, she couldn’t work out what he was trying
to say, and it was rare that someone flummoxed her, but then she’d stopped
thinking that she could ever understand the enigma that was Dylan Wallace. She
had bigger fish to fry, and that afternoon she’d arranged to show a group of
men around the hotel. Closing the screen she picked up the phone and called
through to Martin, as manager of the front of house, his input this day was
vital.
“I need everything ready for
three, are your team set?”
He chuckled
in his supremely confident way, “of course Mattie. Have no fear, the place
looks amazing, I was just with Dan and there’s coffee and pastries being set up
in the conference room as we speak, and Fabio assures me that the gym has never
been so immaculate or so busy. So take a deep breath and drink some coffee
darling.”
She smiled
at his comment, but as she hung up the computer screen in front of her gloated
that she hadn’t responded to her ex husband.
With a sigh
she opened the window and started to type.
“I have a feeling you will do whatever you want.
I’m showing several people from Costrel
Enterprises around this afternoon. I’ve told them to contact you if they have
an opinion on the place.”
Dylan’s jaw
dropped, slack with surprise, or was it shock...or worry? He knew Adam Costrel
of old; he was everything that Dylan swore he wouldn’t be. An asset stripper, a
demolisher of acquisitions like the Sunset Club. There was no way on earth that
he’d oversee him buying the place from Paul...he had to find al alternative
fast. He thought about calling Matilda, explaining his concerns, but she hated
him, whatever he said, she’d turn around and use against him, so instead he had
to let his actions speak louder than his words for a change.
Wonder what would he do?
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Annie
He's got to play things well hasn't he!!
DeleteGlad to be back...honest!!
MZ
Things have just gotten super-interesting. I wonder what Dylan is going to do and how Mattie is going to react. Thank you for the chapter
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Glad that the depths of this story are being appreciated.
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MZ