to send Lucy, our housekeeper, out to get the ingredients for dinner. I wanted to surprise Dylan by making him homemade lasagna and apple pie. A sort of peace offering for what had happened earlier at the office.
I ga ve Lucy the night off, and went to straight to work. It felt good having some freedom in my own home, and Tristan had told my nurse that she could have the night off, as well. He reassured her that he would be here in case anything happened. I didn't like having her around, fussing over me during the day and treating me like a helpless child. Although, I couldn't blame those around me for being concerned. I was in a much better place and talking to Dr. Marks was helping, but that letter I needed to write was weighing heavily on my mind.
Tonight , would be the night, that I'd spend with my husband alone, doing things that would make him feel special, because I knew he was doing everything he could possibly do for me. On our way home, I'd asked Tristan to stop off at the adult toy store, so I could pick something really special out for Dylan. Something that I hoped revved him up and let him know just how much I loved him.
I was in the kitchen when Dylan walked through door. He looked tired , but dressed in his black suit with baby blue tie, he was a dream. I couldn't stop looking at him. I wanted him. I took a step toward him, but he told me to "Stop." I took another step toward him but again, he said..."Stop." I stood there, trying to read his mood, then realized, that he was still angry with me. I was in for a long night. It didn't matter what I said or did, I'd finally pushed him too hard and this was the end.
CHAPTER 12
Dylan
I walked through the door and was greeted with the best smell in the world. My wife's cooking. The woman could cook, and her lasagna was my favorite. When I entered the kitchen though, I nearly swallowed my tongue. I remembered I was angry with her and had planned to discuss it with her, because what she had said about Tristan earlier in the day, was out of line. And fuck, if the thought of her and Tristan together didn't hurt. Deep down, I knew neither would ever do that, but for her to mention it...pissed me off.
She tried to come closer to me, but I told her to stop. I was mesmerized by the sight of her. She'd cut her hair in the sexiest hairstyle that framed her face, perfectly. The color was the same as when I'd first met her. She was beautiful. But it wasn't just her hair that I'd noticed. On top of the wonderful aroma emanating from the kitchen, was my gorgeous Brooke, dressed in nothing but red lace, thong panties, matching pasties and red stiletto heels.
She was always so full of self-doubt, and now , was no exception. It was written all over her face, she believed that I was rejecting her. How could she ever think I'd reject her, when all I've ever wanted to do is love her. It was wrong, but I let her stand there feeling those emotions. I would soon prove to her though, how wrong she was.
"Look at me, Brooke."
"No," she said, with her head hung low.
"I said...look at me."
"I don't want to fight, I just want us to have a nice dinner, that's all."
"This looks like a little more than dinner, don't you think?"
"I thought I'd surprise you, but I can see that you're still upset with me."
"Upset? You think I'm upset? No, Princess. I'm fucking pissed."
"Dylan, I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier."
I walked closer to her, but didn't touch her. "I know."
"What do you want from me, Dylan?"
"That's a loaded question, Brooke."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Do you want to leave?"
"No. But I can't stand seeing you with her. I saw you in the magazine with her standing outside of your building."
"Do you not trust me? Because if you don't, then we don't belong together."
"Don't say that, please don't say that," she cried.
"It's true. I haven't done
I ga ve Lucy the night off, and went to straight to work. It felt good having some freedom in my own home, and Tristan had told my nurse that she could have the night off, as well. He reassured her that he would be here in case anything happened. I didn't like having her around, fussing over me during the day and treating me like a helpless child. Although, I couldn't blame those around me for being concerned. I was in a much better place and talking to Dr. Marks was helping, but that letter I needed to write was weighing heavily on my mind.
Tonight , would be the night, that I'd spend with my husband alone, doing things that would make him feel special, because I knew he was doing everything he could possibly do for me. On our way home, I'd asked Tristan to stop off at the adult toy store, so I could pick something really special out for Dylan. Something that I hoped revved him up and let him know just how much I loved him.
I was in the kitchen when Dylan walked through door. He looked tired , but dressed in his black suit with baby blue tie, he was a dream. I couldn't stop looking at him. I wanted him. I took a step toward him, but he told me to "Stop." I took another step toward him but again, he said..."Stop." I stood there, trying to read his mood, then realized, that he was still angry with me. I was in for a long night. It didn't matter what I said or did, I'd finally pushed him too hard and this was the end.
CHAPTER 12
Dylan
I walked through the door and was greeted with the best smell in the world. My wife's cooking. The woman could cook, and her lasagna was my favorite. When I entered the kitchen though, I nearly swallowed my tongue. I remembered I was angry with her and had planned to discuss it with her, because what she had said about Tristan earlier in the day, was out of line. And fuck, if the thought of her and Tristan together didn't hurt. Deep down, I knew neither would ever do that, but for her to mention it...pissed me off.
She tried to come closer to me, but I told her to stop. I was mesmerized by the sight of her. She'd cut her hair in the sexiest hairstyle that framed her face, perfectly. The color was the same as when I'd first met her. She was beautiful. But it wasn't just her hair that I'd noticed. On top of the wonderful aroma emanating from the kitchen, was my gorgeous Brooke, dressed in nothing but red lace, thong panties, matching pasties and red stiletto heels.
She was always so full of self-doubt, and now , was no exception. It was written all over her face, she believed that I was rejecting her. How could she ever think I'd reject her, when all I've ever wanted to do is love her. It was wrong, but I let her stand there feeling those emotions. I would soon prove to her though, how wrong she was.
"Look at me, Brooke."
"No," she said, with her head hung low.
"I said...look at me."
"I don't want to fight, I just want us to have a nice dinner, that's all."
"This looks like a little more than dinner, don't you think?"
"I thought I'd surprise you, but I can see that you're still upset with me."
"Upset? You think I'm upset? No, Princess. I'm fucking pissed."
"Dylan, I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier."
I walked closer to her, but didn't touch her. "I know."
"What do you want from me, Dylan?"
"That's a loaded question, Brooke."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Do you want to leave?"
"No. But I can't stand seeing you with her. I saw you in the magazine with her standing outside of your building."
"Do you not trust me? Because if you don't, then we don't belong together."
"Don't say that, please don't say that," she cried.
"It's true. I haven't done
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