Dane’s Irresistible Desire

“Let me go, Wallace.”

“No, you’re mine, Diana.” He kissed me again and gradually my knee softened and I gave up as well. I kiss him back and wrap my arms on his nape.

“Wallace.” He kisses my jaw, my chin down on my neck.

“Diana.” Wallace’s kiss deepens on my neck then kiss me again. His kiss became so aggressive that I can’t resist. I miss him too and I can’t deny it. He hugged me tightly and pulled me even closer to him. I was already moaning in the heat of his kiss and caress. His tongue had almost explored the inside of my mouth. What he does is aggressive and dizzying.

“Claim me, Wallace.” I gasp and he kisses my neck.

“Diana,” he whispered almost out of breath, and kissed me on the neck.

“Own me, Wallace.” I put my hand inside her dress and caressed her chest. “I miss you, Wallace. Own me.”

“Fuck, Diana.”

“Wallace, I miss you inside of me.”

“Diana,”

“What’s happening here?” It was Cooper’s voice but because I am drunk I ignore him.

“Fuck!” I heard Wallace cuss and supported me. I was dizzy hugging him but he slowly lowered me.

“Dane, are you ok?” Cooper asked which I couldn’t answer because my sight was literally spinning.

“What happened?” Dylan came too. “Oh, you’re here, Wallace. What happened to Dane?”

“I came here to look for you but I saw Diana drunk.” I heard them talking. But my vision literally rotates so I don’t care. I also feel like I’m sick.

“Let’s go home, Dane.” I heard Cooper say and held me by the left hand.

“I can send her home.” Wallace’s grip also tightened on the right.

“I live with her so we can go together. And besides, she’s my girlfriend.” I don’t know what happened because both are silent.

“You two are both assholes. Give me my sister and I will take her home.” It was Dylan. “She is not going home with you, Cooper. Stay there, but Dane will stay with me. Simple.” Before I finally fell asleep.

I HOLD my head throbbing in pain. I sat on the bed as I bent down and felt myself. I feel my stomach ache and the acid. I roam my eyes around the room. The last thing I remember was I drank a bottle of wine and —- shit —- Wallace kissed me and Cooper caught us.

“You’re beautiful.” I glanced at the door where Dylan was standing. “Hair length to Venus but also a fool. You emptied the 98% alcohol. But you are strong, you can stand up with me. But sadly, you don’t pass the part where you lost consciousness.”

“Shit!” That’s all I could say because of the strength of the pulse of my head. I didn’t know that Dylan’s alcohol was strong. I thought it was just that we often drink 18% – 25%.

“What happened yesterday? I just went out when I came back there is already a fight?” He handed me a coffee and sat on the bed. “I would have been thrilled but I remembered you are my sister.”

“I don’t remember what happened yesterday,” I replied.

“I remember.” I stared at him because of what he said. “You two are great. You’re just going to do lewd things in my office that you both know to there is a camera there. ”

“What the fuck!”

“What the fuck exactly. Eww. I’m vomiting.”

“And the file?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already deleted the clip itself and my camera might be cursed. Are you really stupid when it comes to Wallace?”

“What?” I asked but instead of answering he just laughed and shook.

“What what? It’s easy for you to give when it comes to him. Go to sleep first. I already got your clothes and you will stay here first.”

“What? No!”

“What no? You won’t go home until Cooper is there. You are a woman, do you have a man at home with you?”

“So what? He’s gay, remember? ”

“I do not care. He’s still a man, he’s gay but I know he still loved you then. So, stay here before you become stupid like me.”

“Dylan!” I did nothing when he threw the suitcase inside. Damn!

Instead of going to sleep, I just took a shower to get rid of my dizziness. When I came out I looked at my cellphone. It’s 7 PM so I’m hungry too. When I go out into the kitchen I saw Dylan standing in front of the painting staring and I also saw the rise of his chest a sign that he was sighing so I frowned.

It’s Maggie. Why she’s staring at Maggie’s face?

“Admit it, you love Maggie?”

“Maggie? TSS. There is no lust in my body even though I have seen breasts before.”

“Disgusting. Why are you staring at her face?”

“It’s my work, probably. I’m wondering if I’ll give it to her or sell it to Blaze to make money.” I look at the painting. If I were Blaze, I would probably buy that.

It was Maggie seated seductively in bed. He only managed to cover only her chest while the private part was only covered by two thighs.

“Maggie will be happy if you give her that as a gift.”

“My pocket will be happier when I sell that.” Then he left and went to the kitchen. “Spaghetti, Dane, do you want it?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Aren’t you tired to eat spaghetti, there’s never a day that you don’t eat spaghetti.”

“Mind your own business.” I was about to follow her when my eye caught a painting next to Maggie’s painting. A woman standing as the wind blows her hair. Side view while looking at the moon by the sea.

“Dylan?”

”

Oh?”

“That painting beside Maggie’s painting. That woman? Is that—”

“Will you eat or not? Just order if you don’t want spaghetti.” I didn’t finish my question when he spoke. So it wasn’t Maggie he was staring at before but another painting?

Something crossed my mind when I realized it. His favorite food was spaghetti, Majinbu, Doraemon, Shin Chan, the mansion with an inside pool, a library with full books, a vacation house on the top of the mountain, paintings, photographs, the exhibit, and the houses that he always brought to give to the orphan, and many more are related to ——

I look at Dylan. He already eats spaghetti and yogurt with lemon and mint juice. The way she does, when she’s with us. Confirmed. He still loves her. The first woman that Dylan loves and leaves her. After all this year. He still can’t move on from her.

The woman he promised to be with until they grow old. If only that accident hadn’t happened that caused their ruin.