Chapter 18 Eighteen
ANNIE
“I promise to be back in two or three weeks' time”, Dylan said, kissing my hair. “You don't care about others, do you?” I asked, looking at his beautiful face. How could he just go off so quickly? His daughter needed him although she hadn't said it, but it was written all over her face.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“Your daughter needs you Mr Xavier”, I said , taking my eyes off his handsome face but now staring at his lips.
They were thin and kissable.
He was fuckable.
“Don't start now, baby”
Baby?
I sighed and kissed just his cheeks. I didn't want to start something I couldn't finish, but I felt fucked up butterflies doing their thing in my tummy. I was flustered rather than annoyed.
“Be safe”. I sighed letting out air.
“I should be telling you that, milkweed”
Kiss.
Dylan slid something into my hands. I gasped, the texture… the feeling. “Why are you giving me a gun?”
“For protection”, he said and grinned. A boyish grin.
“And to gun fuck yourself”
“Fuck you” I muttered. “Tell that to the gun, my little milkweed”, he said and kissed me again.
Kissing a random person couldn't bring the overwhelming feeling I felt when kissing Dylan Xavier. It brought a feeling that I didn't want to ignite because not even a quickie would quench it.
I could feel my legs shaking so I dug my nails into his well tailored suit. “You'll ruin my suit, beautiful”, he muttered, not taking his lips off mine.
I needed to stop, but he wasn't letting go so I did something I learned from him, I put the gun behind his neck.
Clack.
He moved a little, his eyes going from surprise to amusement.
“Who would've thought my little milkweed would be so haughty. You're learning”
“I am” I said and smirked. This was fun.
My thoughts weren't in sync with time and events and before my adrenaline sent signals to my brain or the later, his arms were around my waist and the gun to my neck. “ What the…”
“You don't know shit , Annie”, he said and kissed my hair. “I'll be back okay?”
“I know you will”
“Watch Amy, she's just ten and that Winter boy…” I looked at his face, he had suddenly kicked into daddy-mode.
“I know Dylan”, I said and laughed. This was the fun part of him and he showed it more often than usual. But that wasn't what I was looking for, I wanted to know the dark part of him, but something kept telling me not to tread that path.
I looked at the gun and smiled. He was a father after all.
It has been two weeks now and I was getting a hang of the Winters. Owen Winters was a fine young boy. He seemed more mature than a fifteen year old, he had the eyes of winter_ clear blue almost frosty and knew his lines better than anyone.
I looked at the gun on the desk and sighed, the Winters were harmless and it was best I dropped the weapon. Going to Dylan's room I kept it on the bed.
“To gun fuck yourself”
I sighed hating that u was thinking about that now especially when the children were around. But Dylan wouldn't have cared if the children were around, he would fuck me anywhere and anytime and it was strangely pleasing. I looked at the gun once more and sighed.
Maybe I should check on the children.
I walked to Amy's room standing at a corner, the door was open and Owen was tutoring Amy.
“You know nothing Amelia”
“Not because you're five years older means…”
“I'm your senior by far”
“It doesn't matter!” Amy screamed, shutting her eyes probably to let off steam. They looked happy together because Amy seemed to be liking his presence.
“She likes him” I muttered and they turned to me. They had heard me. “You like me, Amelia?” Owen asked, teasing the innocent girl. “I don't! Why would I?” She said, rolling her eyes. “Your father's mistress said so”
Your father's mistress.
I bit my lower lip, but that couldn't control the anger that was rising in me.
“She's not daddy's mistress!” Amy screamed quite annoyed and defensive.
“Then what is she? His toy?”
Owen Winters wasn't a child, he had a mature sense that was dangerous for his age and the boy didn't know when to shut his mouth.
I stared at the both of them bickering as though I wasn't there standing before them. “ Daddy loves Annie, I know it!”
Love?
“You don't know anything, Amelia, your father wouldn't love anyone after your mother”
Amy looked at him, her mouth open but no words came out and I knew Owen had hit something.
“Owen apologize”, I said and he looked at me. “But…”
“Apologize”, I said, frowning at him and he sighed. “I'm sorry”, he said and clicked his tongue. “I'll be downstairs”, he said and left without another word.
I went to Amy and hugged her. “Are you okay?” I asked and she said nothing but hugged me back. We stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying anything, just hugging and thinking.
“Doesn't daddy love you?” She asked, finally breaking the silence that dared to swallow us.
Does Dylan love me?
“I don't know about that hun -” I had to be truthful. Amy wasn't a normal ten year old one could lie to. “- Dylan is going through a lot, give him time”
“Do you love him? I heard love is complete when two people care, but if one person cares then … it's not complete, it's not true love”
Amelia Xavier has this wisdom and a talent of not forgetting. If Dylan could be a real father to Amy… a father that was always around, he'd understand.
“Your father is a great man, he just holds on to certain things. Things he can't let go , but if he died then we might work out” I said hoping that answered it because these questions were giving me mixed feelings. Feelings I didn't want to ever feel.
“Have some rest, let me make you some chocolate cake, but you have to promise not to tell daddy, okay” I said, putting her on the bed. She nodded a yes and smiled.
“Okay, baby”, I said suddenly, sounding like Dylan Xavier. “ I like you” she said and I smiled.
“I love you, Amy”
It was late and Amy was in bed. I sat in Dylan's room on his bed holding the gun.
“Gun fuck -”
Scoff.
“ - I better have you fuck me you…” I sighed, dropping the gun and picking it up. I removed the bullets and tossed them on the bed. Shutting my eyes I put the gun inside and gasped. I could see Dylan snicker, but I couldn't stop now.
In. Out. In. Out.
Moan.
“ Fuck you Dylan” I muttered biting my lower lip while thanking of how good this was. How good Dylan was.
“Where did I keep that thing?”
“Shit. Fuck this”. I heard someone curse and I could tell at the instant that it was Mrs Winters. For the past weeks I hadn't had an encounter with her, it seems like it was inevitable. “Fuck” I muttered pulling out the gun carefully and dropping it on the bed. I dressed quickly and opened the door.b
“Is anything the matter, Mrs Winters?” I asked and she seemed surprised at first before her face regained its stable look… disgust.
“My hair pin…”
“Is this some kind of Hollywood to you?” I asked annoyedly though I didn't forget what Dylan had said. She was trouble.
“Oh it isn't Anna”
“It's Annie” I corrected and she seemed more than disgusted.
“Well Annie, aren't you Mr Xavier's mistress, the one he'd use and dump or even get killed”, she said, smiling wickedly. “Fuck you” I mumbled clicking my tongue, I could use that gun on her now. I watched her as she left, arrogance written all over her expensive nightgown.
“Dylan won't kill me” I said to no one, but I didn't believe myself.
Do you love him?
I scoffed going to check if Amy was asleep. Love wasn't our thing and even if I dyd, Dylan wouldn't especially after his wife. Owen was right.
I reached her room and was about to open the door, but heard voices. What was Owen doing in there?
“Aren't you a cute little kitten?”, Owen said.
“I'm not a kitten and I'm still angry at you!” Amy said, her voice in a whisper.
“About that… I… I'm sorry I said that. Your mother would've been cool… I mean if she were alive. No… fuck me! I'm sorry… I …”
And I heard nothing else for about a minute.
This was interesting. “You're ten you know?” I heard him say and I could tell Amy was smiling. “Does it matter?” She asked and I chuckled.
This girl.
“Go to bed, kitten”, he said and I could hear his steps. He opened the door and looked at me. “You love him don't you”
“Who?”
“You know and your face is red”, he said and walked away. I held my cheeks and sighed. What the fuck was wrong with everybody?