Chapter
Fifty Three
Sorry at the delay AGAIN. really wanted to get this right, it's been really hard getting this right in my eyes. Hope this is how you all feel things should go. Couple more chapters to go, the next story is already infiltrating, another reason why finishing this one is so hard!
Thanks for reading, MZxxx
Dylan was
amazed. She’d followed him, said what she said without realising what he’d
offered her. Suddenly it all changed, he’d presumed she’d chased him knowing
all that he’d put on the table, the fact that she hadn’t even looked... He’d
sat at his computer earlier trying his best to think of what he could do, how
he could manage to make this work, and he’d then thought of the hotel. Him
taking it over had been where this had all changed, but if he gave her some
sort of foothold in his company, then he could make her the owner, the hotel
could be hers to run, hire, fire, profit or loss. He’d hoped that would make
her happy, that she’d know that things could work out even if they didn’t
decide to try again. That he was separating their work from their relationship,
giving her the freedom he’d taken away. That ugly argument and her resigning
was always in the back of his head.
He’d hoped
that was the white dove, the flag of surrender. But as he watched her turn
towards him he could see anger on her face.
“Were you about to buy me off?
Was that what this was?”
He rolled his
eyes as Matilda stared at him, “are you going to take this the wrong way too?
Bloody hell woman! How many hoops do I have to jump through?”
She
shrugged, “this was the gesture? I can’t fathom it. This is the price you put
on us?”
He grabbed
her hands and shook his head, “NO. This is me thinking of the big picture. I
know that you feel vulnerable, that you’ve been looking for other jobs. But you
are the hotel. It is more about you than it ever was about me. You wanted me to
prove that I was serious; you wanted to know how I feel? Well this is how I
feel. I honestly believe I’ve taken away your stability...again. I want you to
feel safe, independent. Working for me, with me...it’s never going to work long
term, not if we’re living together too.”
“Living together?” she breathed
not sure how the tone of the conversation had changed to swiftly.
He nodded,
“of course...I know you don’t want to rush things, but I’m planning, I’m
looking to the future.” He reached for the envelope and opened it, pulling out
further papers. “You’ll take this wrong too, I’m sure. But these are prospectuses,
all the housing projects, new builds, major renovations, happening between the
hotel and London, they won’t be ready for several months, but I thought we
could look, plan ahead.” As she made to protest he shook his head, “no. Don’t
talk. Listen. I have let you do everything you want to punish me, I know I was
wrong and I let you whip me as hard as I have castigated myself, I get that.
But do you want to hear what I want? How I see our future?” She gave a silent
nod, “I sat today and tried to think how I could prove to you that I was
serious, that I want a future with you. And all I could do was think of what I
wanted. And what I saw was you running the hotel, more than competently...” he
smiled. “Me, occasional trips overseas, but mainly managing things from home...not
a London apartment sterile, devoid of life, but a house, a home, decorated with
pictures from our holidays, filled with colour and life. That’s what I
want...you, a home, a life.”
He saw her
gasp, take in a quick rushed breath, “really?”
He nodded,
“it’s what I wanted six years ago, I was just too stubborn to admit it. You
know how rubbish my life has been, if I think today about ‘home’, well it’s our
little flat that patchwork quilt, the tiny kitchen, a home filled with life and
love...since I met you, you made me realise what I wanted from life.
You...me...a warm friendly home...nothing like my mother’s. I want kids...I
told you that, and I know that I hurt you with my actions over that...but it
was guilt at myself, guilt at what I’d forced on you, nothing else. I swear.”
He took a
deep breath, he was throwing his heart at her feet, he could only hope it was
enough. “But I know one thing; I want you more than anything else. I want to
come home to you every day, I want to wake with you every morning, I want to
spend my life with you, forever.”
Matilda
wondered if she would pass out. She was hyperventilating as Dylan stared at
her, every emotion on his face, whilst a million of her own emotions were
surging through her veins. She’d craved this, his honesty, his intentions, and
had no idea he’d be so frank, so brutally honest, and so open...but he made the
future sound so simple. Buying houses, running the hotel. As she deliberated
all that he said, tried to process it, he took her hands.
“Don’t mistake a grand gesture
for me being blasé. This,” he gestured at the documents he’d put in an
envelope, “this is what I want...what I see in the future. Ok? How we get
there? Well if it was up to me, I’d go to your room pack up everything and move
you lock stock and barrel into MY life. But I know that you need time, I know
that things aren’t that simple. But if you doubt that I’m realistic, if you
doubt that I don’t want you forever...” he sighed. “Just don’t. OK?”
She felt
tears well at her eyes, whatever she’d wanted from him, this was so much more,
this was Dylan opening his chest, revealing his beating heart, and with it his
deepest darkest vulnerability. She felt like yelling ‘SNAP’, because she’d done
the same back in London and he’d walked all over her in angry stamps. But
instead she stepped up to him, lifting her hand to cup his cheek, then landing
her lips on his as she craned up on tip toes.
The kiss was
furious, aggressive, demanding, all of the things it should be, and she melted
into his arms. Knowing she could have quite happily died there at that
moment. But it was a discreet cough that
caused them to pull apart. Matilda blushed at the waiter who stood there
awkwardly smiling. They hadn’t touched their starters, so both smiled
apologetically then sat to eat. But now, instead of that awkward tension, there
was a different type of anxiety in the air.
Dylan in his
seat stared at her, a devouring look as he picked at his food, every now and
again finding something he wanted her to taste, stretching out his fork,
encouraging her to share his delight. She began doing the same. Then his knees
brushed hers. Her eyes snapped to his and he gave a lazy grin.
How the hell
was she going to tolerate another two courses when he was setting her on fire
with a quick glance or touch?
The meal was
tantamount to torture, as the food arrived; Matilda managed to eat, despite the
lump of anxiety wedged in her throat. The conversation was light, very neutral,
comments on the freshness of the fish, the tartness of the lemon and lime
sorbet or the succulence of the steak. Because the food was perfect. But all
the while his eyes were seducing her, reaffirming all that he had promised
verbally. Up until now she’d had the upper hand, for the first time in their
relationship, but since his heart wrenching and toe curling confession, he was
back in control, and she was all agog with what that meant.
“Dance?” she was sipping champagne
when Dylan’s voice penetrated her brain.
She looked
up to meet his eyes and smiled, “ok.”
As he stood,
he held out a hand and reached for hers, when she lifted hers to grab it, he
tugged her to her feet, then into his body. His arms sliding around her spine,
and she melted into him. There was music, it was distant, but enough that they
could sway in time to the beat. Dylan’s chin was against her head, his heart
beating loudly against her cheek. It was the most intimate moment she could
ever remember experiencing, there was so much unsaid between them, so much
already said. Promises made, plans discussed, though the actual details were
still not sorted. And she was struggling to focus on them for his pounding
heart, and her throbbing libido.
In reality
Matilda knew that it was too soon to just become Dylan’s housemate, to slide
into a full on relationship before they’d become acquainted to each other, they
had to date, get to know each other again, but she wasn’t filled with fear over
that any more, in fact she was looking forward to debating who’s room they went
to when they got back to the hotel. Because in his arms, she knew that was
inevitable, if the restaurant they were adjacent to hadn’t been so busy, she’d
have thrown herself at him there and then.
“Let’s go.”
His voice
was a whisper at her ear, and said her body buzzing, she gave a brief nod, smiling
at the fact that he could just lead her out of the hotel, there was no bill to
pay, nothing to settle, he’d planned the night to perfection. Her hand felt
small in his as he led her out into the humid night.
“You do not want to know what
I’m thinking now.”
For a moment
she wondered if she’d misheard him, when she glanced up at his face he was
staring ahead, no hint that he’d turned her to mush with one comment. It wasn’t until he chuckled that she could
break into a smile.
“I could be awkward...”
He shook his
head, “no matter what you say, you are coming back to mine, tomorrow you’ll
move in to my suite.” When she made to protest, he lifted a hand to silence her.
“I know, we can’t rush things...we’re on holiday. We would never have separate
rooms, when we get back to London, we’ll work things out.”
“How?”
He looked
down at her sharp retort, “I told you. The homes I want you to look at...they
won’t be ready for a while. Until then, you can have the apartment...I’ll spend
SOME nights in the hotel, or New York...after all I have a life going on there
too. We’ll work it out. I promise. When we move in together it’ll be because
we’re both ready for it, and it’s the only option. OK?” He started to walk, his
arm now across her shoulder, her body pulled in to him. “Anyway, London can
wait, until we’ve finished this holiday.”
As he opened
the door to his suite, she marvelled at the view, she’d not appreciated it
fully earlier, moving towards the window she stared out at the calm sea only
illuminated by the moon. She could hear Dylan moving around behind her, but she
was taking the moment to relax, switch off.
His arm
encircled her waist at the moment his lips appeared on the back of her neck,
“you ok?”
She nodded,
turning in his arms, “this is perfect isn’t it?”
Smiling he
swiped his lips over hers, “YOU are perfect.”
They’d
talked, they’d fought, and finally they had reached a truce, mutual ground, for
the first time in a long time, they both knew what the other wanted, how they
felt about each other, and that they didn’t want. As his lips lowered to his,
she met him in the middle, parrying his every attack. But this was a delicious
battle, and one that Matilda would relish every day of her life if she could.
Her dress
seemed designed to fall from her body, just a tug at the shoulder straps
divested her of it, and Dylan groaned at the sight of her reflected in the dark
glass. Then he scooped her into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom they’d
shared the previous night, her hands found the buttons at the front of his
shirt, sliding on to his warm skin as he kicked the door shut behind them.
Billowy white drapes covered the windows, but a gentle breeze caused them to
flutter in a mesmerising way.
Dylan
released her legs, letting her slither down his body, and both moaned as their
charged bodies connected along the full length. Her lace clad breasts connected
with his bare chest, her thigh snuggled between his, and Dylan loomed over her.
But nothing was more equal, more perfect and more right.
Within
seconds they were both naked, and Dylan surged into her, right there, stood
pinned against the drapes, not even making it as far as the bed. It was fast,
furious, but what they both needed, and as their pounding bodies recovered,
Dylan managed the stagger to the bed, and lowering them both to the mattress,
they started round two, another battle in the war they both hoped lasted a
lifetime.
How many
times it had happened, how many ways they’d expressed their desire for each
other, she couldn’t say. But it was both exhaustive, and completing. If she’d
had the slightest doubt over Dylan’s seriousness he expelled it there and then
with her wrapped around him attentive to every nuance. Now...she ached, but the
heat of desire was still there, the man beside her ignited her in a way no one
else ever had. Her hand slid across his stomach, and resting a little too low,
it elicited a groan from him. Giggling she place a kiss on his shoulder, they
both needed sleep.
“Sorry.”
He grinned,
eyes still closed, “don’t ever apologise, just need a rest. Booked a boat to
take you out on tomorrow.”
She groaned,
“lovely as it sounds I want to spend time here...with you.”
He opened a
single eye and turned to look at her, “you little nymph you! For the record,
it’ll be just the two of us on the boat, so I’m sure you can have your wicked
way with me.” When she grimaced he laughed, “I can assure you it isn’t a simple
dinghy.”
She
stretched, wriggling alongside him, “but still...”
It was his
turn to silence her with a hand to her delectable buttock, “we need to make the
most of our time here in paradise...as we’re flying to see your father in five
days.”
How romantic!! Absolutely brilliant.
ReplyDeleteAnnie
Oh Annie, I'm so glad that you thought that, I've reworked this several times, was hoping it came out right! Thanks SO SO SO much for the comments.
ReplyDeleteMZxxx
Haha I was certain this chapter would end in them snuggling or something but of course you had to throw in that little curveball ;) It'll be interesting to see how Dylan stands up to the family after all that's happened but I'm sure he'll come through. I loved how you got him to explain himself, the hotel would seem like an odd gesture but all things considered it definitely made sense. The chapter was so good MZ, nothing to worry about, couldn't have been better!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the great work :D
xx alisonwonderland
Wonder whats going to happen when they go to see Mattie's father. I love the romance. :D Great chapter!
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