down before deciding that he was okay and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek. Dylan laughed, “yuck” he said as he wiped doggie slobber off his face.
“I love dogs but this isn’t a dog Brooke. It’s a damn horse!” I couldn’t contain my laughter; I laughed so hard tears started flowing. The look on Dylan’s face was a cross between excitement of a five year old little boy seeing his puppy for the first time and horror. I could only imagine what was going through his head. I’m sure he was concerned with how Ziggy might destroy his house or the massive amounts of shits the dog would take; yes, Dylan was in for quite a surprise.
CHAPTER 6
It had been a long, busy week taking care of Ziggy and getting Stephanie situated back at home. Dylan had survived the possessiveness of a giant St. Bernard sleeping in bed with me. I stuck to my guns and slept in the guest room that was now mine, which didn’t make Dylan happy. Every night I would feel him slide into bed next to me, curling his hard, warm body around me. Despite being guarded by a massive dog, Dylan made me feel safe. My nightmares were happening less often and I attributed that to the man that held me every night.
Tristan had been a life saver going over and staying with Stephanie, we saw even less of him once she returned home. I had a feeling that he was falling for her but knowing Steph, tattoos and muscles weren’t her thing. My mother seemed distant when I came to check on them the night before. I knew something was up but since I was still angry from the conversation we’d had when my sister’s attack had happened, I didn’t ask. I had a feeling that my mom’s behavior had something to do with my father. And, speaking of Thomas, my so called father, I wanted nothing to do with him ever again. I never wished ill will on people but his actions and words over my lifetime made me wish nothing but the worst death possible for him. I knew it was wrong to feel that way, growing up in the church had taught me that, but that’s how I felt.
***
Returning to work was both refreshing and frightening. The highlight of my morning had been driving my M6 for the first time and jamming out to Pink’s Fucking Perfect on my kick ass Bose system. I wasn’t sure what to expect after missing a total of three weeks. Dylan of course, told me not to worry and I had no reason not to trust him, after all, he practically owned the company; well…at least his family did. It still didn’t allow for a leave of absence of that time span being acceptable. I was nervous, how would people in my department perceive me now that they knew Dylan was my new man cub ? Would I still be a respected member of the team and why in the hell did I even care what these people thought?
My desk was exactly as I had left it, immaculate. The picture of Stefan remained in the same, lonely corner where I had originally placed it. I sat, switching on my computer as my thoughts immediately drifted to Dylan. I missed him; his touch, his lips and then I remembered the first time he had kissed me in the stairwell, my body instantly reacting to the thought. At the time we were both in complicated relationships denying our feelings for one another, or should I say I was denying my feelings for him. I wished he we were here with me now, but he had made it clear that he wouldn’t be coming back until things were under control with Stefan and Stephanie’s attacker. Feeling awkward and alone I went to the bathroom and sent Dylan a text. I needed to keep our relationship private, despite all of the added extra security on my floor.
D-
Missing you. The place isn’t the same without you here.
Love,
Your Princess
It di dn’t take long for him to reply and I was glad because I feeling awkward and alone.
Princess,
You should still be lying next to me in bed. You know how much I love running my
“I love dogs but this isn’t a dog Brooke. It’s a damn horse!” I couldn’t contain my laughter; I laughed so hard tears started flowing. The look on Dylan’s face was a cross between excitement of a five year old little boy seeing his puppy for the first time and horror. I could only imagine what was going through his head. I’m sure he was concerned with how Ziggy might destroy his house or the massive amounts of shits the dog would take; yes, Dylan was in for quite a surprise.
CHAPTER 6
It had been a long, busy week taking care of Ziggy and getting Stephanie situated back at home. Dylan had survived the possessiveness of a giant St. Bernard sleeping in bed with me. I stuck to my guns and slept in the guest room that was now mine, which didn’t make Dylan happy. Every night I would feel him slide into bed next to me, curling his hard, warm body around me. Despite being guarded by a massive dog, Dylan made me feel safe. My nightmares were happening less often and I attributed that to the man that held me every night.
Tristan had been a life saver going over and staying with Stephanie, we saw even less of him once she returned home. I had a feeling that he was falling for her but knowing Steph, tattoos and muscles weren’t her thing. My mother seemed distant when I came to check on them the night before. I knew something was up but since I was still angry from the conversation we’d had when my sister’s attack had happened, I didn’t ask. I had a feeling that my mom’s behavior had something to do with my father. And, speaking of Thomas, my so called father, I wanted nothing to do with him ever again. I never wished ill will on people but his actions and words over my lifetime made me wish nothing but the worst death possible for him. I knew it was wrong to feel that way, growing up in the church had taught me that, but that’s how I felt.
***
Returning to work was both refreshing and frightening. The highlight of my morning had been driving my M6 for the first time and jamming out to Pink’s Fucking Perfect on my kick ass Bose system. I wasn’t sure what to expect after missing a total of three weeks. Dylan of course, told me not to worry and I had no reason not to trust him, after all, he practically owned the company; well…at least his family did. It still didn’t allow for a leave of absence of that time span being acceptable. I was nervous, how would people in my department perceive me now that they knew Dylan was my new man cub ? Would I still be a respected member of the team and why in the hell did I even care what these people thought?
My desk was exactly as I had left it, immaculate. The picture of Stefan remained in the same, lonely corner where I had originally placed it. I sat, switching on my computer as my thoughts immediately drifted to Dylan. I missed him; his touch, his lips and then I remembered the first time he had kissed me in the stairwell, my body instantly reacting to the thought. At the time we were both in complicated relationships denying our feelings for one another, or should I say I was denying my feelings for him. I wished he we were here with me now, but he had made it clear that he wouldn’t be coming back until things were under control with Stefan and Stephanie’s attacker. Feeling awkward and alone I went to the bathroom and sent Dylan a text. I needed to keep our relationship private, despite all of the added extra security on my floor.
D-
Missing you. The place isn’t the same without you here.
Love,
Your Princess
It di dn’t take long for him to reply and I was glad because I feeling awkward and alone.
Princess,
You should still be lying next to me in bed. You know how much I love running my
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