Chapter 105 Chapter One hundred & five
Sydney’s POV
After Bell…I mean, Jessica and I had our small session of coming up with a revenge plan, at least something to start with and observe how it’d all play out, she led me to a guest room.
There I found that my things had already been moved there. I wondered how she knew when she was not around when I came and decided to ask her.
“When I heard that Tavon was with a woman, I rushed here. I immediately ordered the housekeeper to tell me which of the rooms were you staying so she showed me the rooms where they had moved your things to. When I saw the woman’s things and didn’t find you there, I knew straight up that the pervert had taken you to that room,” she said and finished in one breath.
I nodded slowly. That made sense.
After Jessica left, I took a bath that turned out to be painful because of my bruises. I didn’t even dare to use a scrub. Then I applied some ointments that Bel- Jessica, May she be blessed, offered me on my back. It stung badly that silent silent tears rolled down my eyes but Jessica assured me that it would help and murmured something about how it helped her too. But I was too tired to co- erce her to repeat herself.
The next day, surprisingly, the bruise didn’t hurt so much anymore unless it was irritated so I wore a very loose dress shirt to accommodate it. My bath also wasn’t so painful anymore.
I was having breakfast alone in the large dining room – Jessica and Tavon weren’t here and to be frank, I didn’t even want them here at all – when the door opened and Dylan sauntered in.
I hadn’t been expecting him, of course, he didn’t think it was sensible to notify me that he’d be coming.
I managed a smile and put on my acts.
“Dylan!” My voice echoed in the silent room. My eyes brightened up as our gaze met and I leapt to my feet and ran towards him, the way lovers who had been apart for far too long usually did. I threw myself in his arms and hugged him tightly to me.
I was glad that he didn’t hug me back, if he had that would have hurt my back like a bitch. “Dylan,” my words came out muffled because of my face that was pressed to his chest. “I missed you so much!” My words came out muffled again so I lifted my face from his chest to tenderly look up at him.
“I missed you, Dylan,” I repeated, sounding very much like the lovesick idiot I was pretending to be. He abruptly pulled away from my like this, Sydney,” he gritted out. “You’re now Tavon’s woman and. Tavon doesn’t share.”
I sighed. “Alright then.” I folded my arms on my chest and remained where I was, pretending to sulk. Dylan looked around the room then he took a step closer and carelessly held me by my forearm.
There was an unmistakable urgency and curiosity in his voice. “How was your night with Tavon?” He whispered, his eyes glinted and I knew he was expecting good news. “Did you satisfy him well enough?”
My heart sank as I listened to him. No, I wasn’t really hurt by his words. I was worried about his de- meanor and concern for only if I had succeeded in pinning Tavon or not, it showed that he had no sort of affection whatsoever for me. He didn’t even look jealous, he just wanted me to tell him that I slept with Tavon.
I sighed, worrying if my plan would ever succeed.
He raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smile on his lips, “Does he still like you? Tell me you already have him wrapped around your fingers.”
I gaped at him and reprimanded him softly, “Dylan, it’s just been a night. Less than twelve hours.” He rolled his eyes, “Even still, how are things between you two as of now? Does he look at you like you’re a load of money?”
I shrugged, pouting. “I badly want to tell you what you want to hear but I can’t,” my voice was tinged with sadness and I looked down at my fingers as I toyed with them.
Dylan stared at me intently, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. Part of me worried he could see through my act, but I kept my expression sorrowful and downcast.
“So?” He prompted, absentmindedly shaking me
1 shook my head, “No, Tavon doesn’t look at me like I’m anything.” I looked up at him and threw my hands up in frustration, “I haven’t even seen him since yesterday.”
Dylan frowned and his hold on my arm tightened, “What are you saying? What do you mean you haven’t seen him since yesterday?” He repeated my words like they were the wrongest things to say.
“What I’m saying is Tavon didn’t touch me at all last night,” I gazed at him pleadingly as I explained what happened to him, “A woman named Jessica appeared out of nowhere and stopped us,” my voice cracked, “She even whipped me.”
I raised my arm and slightly turned my back to show him the bruises that were starting to scald but he was not even looking my way. He stared ahead at nothing, grinding his teeth. He dropped his hands by his side and they clenched into fists.
“That Jessica again, always ruining my plans!”
I watched Dylan as he lamented over how Jessica was always ruining things for him or any grand op- portunity he might have had with/Tavon.
He didn’t seem like he was pretending. Though I knew that back when Dylan was still feigning to be Lucas and we were dating, he hadn’t met Bella but there was a seed of doubt in my heart and before this morning, it had started to grow into something big.
I pressed my palm to my chest and briefly shut my eyes close in relief. Thank Goodness. If he had met her then, working with her now would have been a disaster.
I gently paced a hand on his shoulder and was glad that he didn’t shrug my hands off him.
“But there’s a way I can still remain here and try to get Tavon to like me,” I started hesitantly.
He raised his brows and turned to me, “Really?” He looked interested but he didn’t look like he believed whatever plan or way i’had would work.
“Jessica sort of found out that I can play the piano,” I shrugged and continued, “She was awed and impressed. She told me she had wanted to learn to play the piano.”
As I spoke, Dylan’s eyes were lighting up and it gave me more confidence in my made up lie.
I continued, “After apologizing for whipping me, she pleaded with me to stay so that I could teach her everyday.” I flashed a small smile at Dylan, “That’s another way to keep an eye on Tavon.”
Dylan grinned widely and asked excitedly, “Really?”
I nodded vigorously like a pathetic wife that was eager to please her demanding husband.
He briefly hugged me. “That’s great, Sydney, you’re amazing!”
“Thank you,” I blushed.
“And it’s even great that she likes you.’
I countered his statement, “No, she only likes that I can play the piano. She doesn’t like me,” I emphasized.
He flicked his hand dismissively. “She apologized for hitting you, didn’t she? She’s eager to learn something she seems to like from you. It’s only a matter of time until she falls in love with you.”
I giggled and moved closer to him, “I hope so.” I planted a palm on his chest, “I can’t wait to be back with you.”
“I know,” he smiled back. Then he suddenly frowned. I stared back at him with bated breath as he seemed to scrutinize my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“You don’t…” he seemed to be hesitating, which was surprising and encouraging… Dylan didn’t care how anyone felt about his actions or whatever he had to say. If he was hesitating before saying anything to me…
I smiled and patted him on his chest.
He finally said what was in his mind, his eyes coated in a nuanced expression, “You don’t resent me for giving you to someone else, do you?”
I shook my head, feigning innocence. “Resent you? Of course not. Why would I resent the man I love more than anything?” I batted my eyelashes at him coyly. “You’re my whole world, Dylan. I’d do any- thing for you.”
Dylan’s features softened slightly at my declaration, but his eyes remained calculating. “I just wor- ry… This whole situation is rather sordid. Being passed off to another man’s bed, even if it’s just for show.” He traced a finger down my cheek. “It’s not the life I wanted for you, my darling.”
I leaned into his touch, playing the part of the devoted lover perfectly. “I don’t mind, truly. As long as
I get to come back to you in the end.” I gazed up at him adoringly. “This is just a means to an end, a step towards our future together. Isn’t that worth any temporary discomfort?”
Dylan looked down at me with a smug smile and said mockingly, “Oh Sydney, you’re completely a blind woman in love now, aren’t you?”
I smiled slightly, “I’m shocked myself,” I said shyly and looked down.
What does it even matter whether Dylan loves me or not? As long as the dumbass believes that I love him, my plan would still be accomplished and I’d reach my goal.
I looked up at him and my eyes immediately zeroed in on a strand of white hair on his head, “Look,” I said surprised as I plucked it, “You have white hair.” I pouted playfully, “It makes me really sad.”
His lips twisted unpleasantly and he slapped my hand away, “You shouldn’t care about these de- tails, just report to me who Tavon meets every day, understand?”
My face fell as I pretended to be dissapointed. I nodded when he raised a brow and repeated, “un- derstand?”
