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Once I parked my car I saw Dylan standing by the front door waiting for me. She was wearing normal clothes which was weird as I've only ever seen her in suits. But she looks good. Damn you Dylan for being so hot.
Dylan walked towards me with a guilty look on her face. She came up to me and took my bags off me. But didn't even apolagsie for leaving me on the side of the fucking road. 'I could've been kidnapped you know or killed' I shouted to her she just dropped her head back and sighed. I stood by the car with my hands on my hips waiting for an apology. 'Look I'm sorry I left you there' all I could do was laugh at her attempt of an apology I could hear in her voice that she didn't mean it or even want to do it. But I guess that's all I'm going to get from her.
'Whatever just show me to my room' i said walking past her making sure to bump my shoulder on hers knowing it's gonna piss her off. Am I petty? Yes. Do I give a fuck? Nope.
'You know if we're actually gonna make this work and look believable your gonna have to start being nice to me' I could see Dylan's jaw tense up. I knew that would piss her off, but it's true. She threw my bag on the floor in the living area and turned around. 'Maybe if you stopped acting like a spoilt brat maybe I could actually tolerate you and be a bit nicer'. Did this asshole actually say that to me?
I walked up to her and pushed here by her chest but she didn't move not even a little damn she's strong. But I didn't stop I pushed her again but this time she grabbed my already bruised arms and pulled me towards her. 'If you do that again you'll have more than bruised wrists do you understand?' She spoke to me with anger. Damn I knew she how hot headed but this bitch is crazy I thought to myself. 'Your room is up stairs grab your bag and follow the maid, stay out of my way'. I rolled me eyes and stormed passed her making my way upstairs. Once I got in my room I slammed the door shut and just sat on the bed. I normally don't cry. But being here always from my friends and my home. It's really starting to get to me.
I don't know how long I've been in my room until once of the maids knock and tell me dinners ready. So I make my way downstairs to be met with an empty dining room and only plate for me. 'Where's Dylan? I asked the maid who called me. 'She comes and goes, never really stays for long periods of time'. So I'm here in this big house by my self when she just gets to go out and live her life. Fucking great.
After food I un packed all my clothes and then started to look around the big ass house. She has a game room and cinema room? Maybe this won't be so bad. After my legs started to hurt I sat on the couch and scrolled through the tv trying to find something to watch. I must've fallen asleep there as I was woken by someone opening the front door and slamming it shut. I quickly opened my eyes and checked the time it was 3AM I then saw Dylan stumbling through.
'Where the hell have you been?' I asked getting off the couch and marching towards her. She just stood there swaying back and forth trying to keep her balance. She smiled at me and walked closer to me. So I took a step back. 'We are married now, so I would be grateful if you told me where you were going Dylan'.