Chapter
Twenty Seven
Dylan smiled
as he heard a furious rap at his office door, “come in!”
The door
burst open and Matilda almost fell into the office, “how the hell did you do
that?”
Brandy who
had arrived the previous day was sat next to him and looked between them with
wide eyes.
Matilda gave
a little apologetic grimace and then relayed the list - “two Premiership
footballers, a soap star, a former Blue Peter presenter, a Hollywood Oscar
nominee AND three PGA Tour players? Dylan you’ve had thirty six hours. How the
hell did you do that?”
Brandy
laughed from beside him, “and what the hell is Blue Peter?”
Dylan
chuckled, “it’s a really famous magazine type show for kids.” Turning back to
Matilda he smiled, “I told you I could do this. Plus there are thirty players
all with rooms coming from the offices in Manhattan. Is that good enough?”
She beamed
at him, a true happy smile, and he felt a zing hit him in the chest, “I’ll
never admit to saying this,” she turned and hissed, “Brandy close your ears...”
Turning back to him she chuckled, “Dylan Wallace you are amazing!” Then with a triumphant ‘hmph’, she marched out of the room, or rather bounced if Dylan was
honest.
When he
looked up Brandy was shaking her head, a knowing expression on her face.
“What?”
She shook it
again, “nothing, just funny seeing you being all gooey eyed.”
He snapped his head up and glared at her, “I
am NOT gooey eyed, I’m just glad we’re getting along. Ok?”
With a
hearty laugh, Brandy stood up to get on with her work, but then added, “yep,
and she didn’t just call you amazing. It’s quite nauseating, really it is.”
But she
laughed as she stood to leave.
He’d brought
Brandy out to be a more diplomatic link between the States and there, and it
seemed to be working, instantly everyone loved her, and she slotted into life
with more ease than anyone he’d ever known. As he watched her leaving the room
she sang rather melodically, “Me and you
and you and me. No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be. The only one
for me is you, and you for me...so happy together.’
With a grunt
he threw his scarf in her direction, “The Turtles? Really? Did you know my
mother dated one of them when I was a kid?”
But he was
chuckling as she closed the door behind her, chuckling at her cheek, as he and
Matilda were tolerating each other, that was as far as it went. No more.
There were
six weeks until the golf weekend, now that they had solid confirmation; Mattie
could get back to the job in hand, the renovation. the first eight rooms had
been greeted with rapture by Dylan, and the first guests to experience the
‘luxury’ rooms, so much so that Dylan wanted to convert every room on the top
two floors to that specification as soon as possible, without disrupting plans
for both the golf tournament and the weddings and functions already booked in
the coming weeks. It was a mean challenge, but her preliminary meetings with
the builders were pleasing, tomorrow the work would start.
A few days
later she got back to her flat at eight, it was the earliest she’d been home
all week, but since their argument she didn’t feel that she could stay in
Dylan’s suite, despite him insisting it was fine. She showered and was about to
peruse the takeaway menus when there was a firm knock at the door. Tightening
the gown around her, she strolled over to the door and as she opened it was
almost hit over by the door flying open and Andy bursting in.
“You’re ok! Thank God. You’re
not answering your phone and you’re NEVER here when I knock...”
She sighed,
“I’m ok, you know that.”
Andy stared
at her for a moment, “you went back. You’ve gone back to HIM.”
Mattie
smiled, “no, I’ve gone back to the job I love. This is a good thing.”
Shaking his
head he backed out of the room, “you are crazy. Who picks up the pieces when he
rips you into two again?”
Wide-eyed
with shock, she couldn’t believe what was happening, “Andy, this is MY life.”
Shaking his
head he left, slamming the door behind her.
Mattie took
a deep breath; Andy had been a rock over the years, there to help her out. He
was right; he’d helped her pickup the disseminated pieces of her life when
she’d lost everything in one fell swoop, her mother, the love of her life...and
SO much more. Andy had turned up with wine, food, and the job section of the
paper. He’d been good to her, when he had no reason to.
But did that
give him the right to question her? Accuse her? Make sweeping judgements on her
choices? Strolling back to the kitchen counter, she opened a menu trying to
decide between Thai or Indian food. But her head was suddenly preoccupied.
Dropping the menu, she marched to the door and across the corridor and rapped
aggressively on Andy’s door.
It took four
similar raps until he opened it standing there as sullen faced as a moody
teenager.
“Who the hell do you think you
are?”
He gave a
shrug of feigned disinterest, “look, I’m just telling you how it is.”
She shook her
head, “no. You think you know what’s best for me, and that makes you no better
than him. I am my own boss, I am not about to stop that now. Ok?”
Without
waiting for an answer she stormed back into her apartment.
The next
morning Mattie was having a quick meeting with Dylan before she spent time
supervising the renovators when there was a knock at her door.
“Come in,” she called and all
three looked up. Brandy was there taking minutes, but in all honesty her
knowledge was in valuable, she knew exactly how to control Dylan, it was an art
form Mattie loved watching.
Mark from
reception peeped around the door, “delivery for you Mattie.” And with that he
produced a bouquet of flowers. Simple yet really pretty.
Taking them
she blushed at the obvious scrutiny from the other two present.
“Aren’t you going to open the
envelope?” Brandy asked with a smile.
Mattie felt
a little awkward as Mark retreated, and reached for the small sealed square.
Inside was a card and it was hand written.
“Sorry. I was out of order. Only cos I care. Dinner tonight? Andy.”
She knew they’d be from him, and she appreciated them all the more. Hand
delivery like that wasn’t cheap. And she deserved an apology; he had been out
of order. Andy had been right about one thing the previous night, he had been
her greatest friend over the last few years. She didn’t want to lose that,
these flowers were a sign that he didn’t either.
Smiling she
placed the card beside her, “they’re from a friend. Nice hey?”
Brandy
gushed for a moment, then they carried on their discussions.
“Nice flowers!”
Mattie
looked up to see Sarah at the door to her office.
“Came to see if you want to grab
some lunch...”
Smiling
Mattie closed her laptop, “as much as I love the chance of lunch with you, I’m
sensing wedding hell?”
She
grimaced, “well, because of his mother we’re changing the venue...then there’s
his sister. There’s a presumption that she’ll be my bridesmaid.”
“And you don’t want to?”
She
shrugged, “there’s my best friend, that was all I wanted, and he’s have his as
best man. Why overcomplicate things?”
Mattie stood
with a grin, “and why don’t men grow a pair of balls and tell their mothers’ to
back right off?”
Sarah
nodded, linking her arm through Mattie’s, “you’re not wrong.”
They sat at
the cafe in the golf club, on the veranda in the sun. It was a lovely June day,
and they wanted to make the most of the weather.
Dylan
marched out of the golf club offices, the captain of the team was a pompous old
bastard and he was sick of the man running rings around him. Poor Tony, he was
a professional player and he was continually cuckolded in the club by a man who
played off double figures. He’d been called by Fabio who as the manager of the
leisure part of the complex had his work cut out for him.
The meeting
had been hell and they’d made no progress with a stubborn old man, but as he
stepped out of the building the sun was shining, the place was busy, and the
gardens were perfect, the flowers blooming. The place looked amazing.
As he smiled
he heard laughter to his right, the small veranda overlooking the first tee,
and sat there was Sarah, and the owner of the most familiar laugh to him,
Matilda. She’d not been far from his mind since this morning and those flowers.
She’d looked so pleased, so smug when she read the note that accompanied them
that he’d felt a moment of what he could only call pain. They were a shoddy
bunch if truth be told, more suited to a petrol station forecourt than a
delivery by courier to an office. He hated that he sounded so snobby, but the
thought of someone dating Mattie was a difficult thing to imagine, but if she
were to have a latest beau, then he at least wanted it to be someone worthy of
her. And this Andy...he’d seen the name and the message, but then she’d
deliberately left that note on her desk, he was sure of it, but this Andy, he
seemed to be small fry, and she deserved so much more.
Like a wide boy who leaves her hundreds
of thousands of pounds in debt? Was he much better?
Sighing he
continued back to the hotel, he was heading to New York in a couple of days; he
had a lot to do first.
“Where’s Matilda?”
Dylan was frustrated;
he was flying late that afternoon and was trying to finish off a few things
before he left. He wasn’t at the office and so far was finding his staff
incompetent when it came to finding her.
Sarah
sighed, “she’s not in. She’s got a migraine, called this morning.”
He groaned,
“she gets dreadful migraines, I forgot that.”
“Really?” Sarah sounded shocked,
“I’ve not known her have one before.”
“She has a lot,” he reassured
her, “but they only last a day or so. I’ll try and catch her on her mobile.”
As he hung
up he sighed, she’d suffered with blinding migraines SO often when they were
together, the various doctors and consultants he took her to over the years had
put it down to hormones as she got them around the time that her period was
due.
He shook his
head, it felt wrong thinking of her and intimate private details about her
after all that had happened...but they were married for several years, he knew
EVERYTHING about her, especially that the only thing that helped was a dark
room, chocolate - despite the doctors saying it should have the opposite
effect, and ice packs for her neck.
Suddenly he
wanted to help her, so he dived in his car, calling up her address as he set
out across London. He stopped at a shop en route and picked up a bag of ice
cubes and a huge bar of fruit and nut chocolate. It had been her favourite a
few years back, did things like that change?
He wasn’t
sure, so he carried on his journey loaded with the very specific gifts.
He looked at
the screen on his phone and the message from Brandy containing Matilda's address,
and then the sight in front of him, what could only be described as a monstrosity.
She’d told him she lived in the East end of London, but never in his wildest
dreams had he imagined the place he was staring at. A rundown high-rise the he
half expected one of the Kray brothers to emerge from. He doubted his car would
be there when he returned either.
Storming to
the lift, he felt his anger grow as he thought of her coming home here at all
times of day and night...alone. It was simply NOT acceptable. She was a woman who
had a natural elegance, she walked, dressed and spoke in a way that would make
her a target around these parts, even thought he knew she didn’t have much
money, it seemed as though she did.
Taking the
lift he breathed through his mouth not wanting the smell to permeate his brain,
someone had peed in there, fairly recently if the damp corner was anything to
go by.
Shaking his
head he tried to control his anger, he was SO annoyed that she’d had to live
here. How had her father allowed it? Or her brother? Did no one else care?
He sighed, and
it was another thing that was his fault. How many reminders were there going to
be to the wrong he’d dealt her?
As the lift
stopped at her floor he exited it, then marched along the corridor to the door
identified as hers. Taking a deep breath he failed dismally to control his
anger, instead he gave a brisk rap, then almost hyperventilated as he waited
for her to answer.
Well I'm confused about Andy seems to me as if he fancies Mattie .Well lets see what happens with him and his feelings.
ReplyDeleteHmm Loved the side of Dylan getting jealous . Just thinking of what would Mattie be wearing, short shorts/ ripped jeans fitting tee ;)
I'm expecting some arguments in the next chapter and maybe some sex because Dylan is going to her house
Loved the chapter
Annie
I laugh if Andy answers the door, it'll be so awkward. Loving the fact that Dylan is getting jealous. I hope Andy doesn't have feelings for Mattie that just complicates things. Thank you for the awesome chapter! Loving this story so far, i dont know what to expect next.
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