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Dylan had this look in her eye. It was scary. She came walking closer to me so close that I could smell the alchol and cigarette smoke on her. I tried to take a step back but as I did I bumped into the wall. 'Dylan... what are you doing?' I questioned. She ignored me and started to kiss me. Honestly I wouldn't have minded it if she wasn't to drunk. And especially how she spoke to me earlier. I'm not just gonna give myself to her because we're married. She started to kiss my neck and moved her hands to my waist. 'Dylan, stop your drunk' but nothing she carried on.
I finally got a hold of her hair and pulled it harshly making her wince at the pain. 'If I tell you to stop Dylan you fucking stop, just because we're married doesn't give you the write to touch me especially after how you spoke to me earlier'. Dylan grabbed my wrist and removed it from her hair and started to squeeze it tightly. She knew it was hurting me as it was the same area as the bruise. 'This is my fucking house, you do as I say'. I pulled my hands away then slapped her across her face. Her face went red with anger. She just stood there staring down at me. 'This is my house now aswell Dylan, I am not one of your whores you can just treat like shit. We are married. Whether you like it or not. And if you carry on with this shit I will never sign the company over to you'.
It was the next morning, I didn't want to leave my bed, I didn't want to face Dylan. But I had to. I heard the knock on the door letting me know breakfast is ready. I groaned and rolled out of bed. I walked downstairs to a lovely smell of pancakes and waffles being made. I turned into the kitchen and saw Dylan cooking, she wore her sports bra and some grey sweats. I'm a killer for grey sweats. And her wearing them is making me forget about everything bad she's done to me. And her body is toned, I could see all the muscles. I shook my head to get myself out of this Dylan trance and walked to stand next to her.
'I never knew you cooked?' I asked with a smirk. I could see in the corner of my eye Dylan had a smirk on aswell, 'there's a lot of things you don't know about me Elizabeth, now sit down and I'll bring breakfast over'. Dylan being nice? What the actual fuck is going on I thought to myself. As she came back and placed a plate down in-front of me and one for herself she sat opposite me with a guilty look on her face not looking me in the eyes.
'Look I'm sorry about last night, I was drunk'. She still hadn't made eye contact yet she's just looking down pushing her pancakes around the plate. I said a small it's okay not really wanting to go into it at breakfast. 'So what do you do for fun?' I asked. 'Nothing, I'm either in work or away from work, I get the odd occasion when I can go out for a drink but nothing really'. That made me sad, no wonder why she's a cold hearted bitch. Being stuck in an office all day and constantly thinking about work.
'Can I come to work with you today?' I asked Dylan. She quickly shook her head laughing saying no. 'What why, it'll be good to know what you actually do Dylan, and it'll be good for us to make an appearance together'. I could see in her face she knew I was right. After about an hour of begging she finally gave in and told me I could go but I had to look 'presentable' this bitch really knows how to make a girl feel. Not.
As we walked to her car she walked straight to her side not even bothering to open the door for me. I can tell she is definitely not made for a relationship. Once she finally looks up from her phone and sees what I'm wearing she frowns. 'I said dress presentable, not like a fucking slut'. 'Dylan just drive the car before I slap you'. She got out of the car and swung my door open. 'Go and change now' I didn't move I sat there with my arms crossed. She is defiantly not going to be telling me what I can and can't wear. 'I swear to god Elizabeth if you don't get your fucking ass out of this car I will drag you out myself'. I stood up and screamed at her. 'What the actual fuck is your problem, it's a dress, I look presentable like you asked me too' I poked her in the chest saying the last bit. 'You look like a slut, you've already slept with the fucking receptionist at my company I don't need any one else's eyes on you. So. Get. Changed. Now.'
I didn't argue this time I just walked to get changed. I had a smirk on my face. Was Dylan jelous I slept with Gavin? Was she thinking that me wearing this dress would attract too much attention to myself? I quickly smiled at myself as I looked in the mirror and made my way back to the car. 'Thank you, you look beautiful' Dylan tells me opening my door for me. I tired not to blush but I did, that is the nicest thing she's ever done.