Deep love: insatiable lover

-Brisa graduated already. That girl, I can’t believe she didn’t even tell me. If not because she was going back, I wouldn’t know now.

At the mention of Brisa, Dylan’s lips couldn’t help but quirk into a smile and the glacier in his eyes positioned themselves to melt. He was unconsciously affectionate, and anyone who saw him would have thought their relationship was extraordinary.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, thinking that Dylan would finish sooner or later.

-I can’t believe Brisa has grown up and you still spoil her so much.

In anticipation of Brisa’s arrival, he even tried to decorate the bedroom to the girl’s taste. He knew without looking that the bedroom furniture would have to be exactly the same as in Brisa’s own house.

It’s that kind of pampering.

-Of course.

Dylan didn’t feel bad about his answer, and Lucas raised an eyebrow without continuing the conversation.

-Well, I’m off, and remember to give Vanessa her medication every four hours. Also, preferably, no more sex for half a month.

Dylan frowned and quickly relaxed.

-I won’t fire you.

-I wouldn’t give you a chance to fire me if you wanted to.

Lucas came striding down the stairs, carrying his own box of medicines.

-Goodbye.

Without looking back, Lucas raised his hand and waved it, called Gordi to open the door and went out.

A few hours later, Vanessa was woken up by the noise.

When he opened his eyes, his consciousness was still a little fuzzy. Even more so because of the fever, her reactions were a little slow. It took Vanessa a while to come to her senses, everything that had happened yesterday came rushing back to her, and she gave a soft cry as her head ached.

“Heh. I’m still too vulnerable to have a fever like that.”

The sounds from outside continued.

Vanessa leaned on the bed and stood up, although the movements were miniscule, the pain continued unabated. It took her a while to get used to it before she continued walking.

After washing up, Vanessa put on her clothes and went out.

He thought it was Dylan who was doing something.

-Miss Vanessa.

Vanessa looked up and it was Mateo.

-Matthew.

It was then that Vanessa noticed that the floor of the hallway was cluttered with piles of decorations. Not far away, at the entrance to the hall, workers were pacing back and forth and could be heard exchanging ideas.

-Is it being renewed?

-Yes.

Vanessa just asked a casual question, not taking it seriously or making a big deal out of it.

-I’m coming back, please tell Dylan.

-Mr Dylan has asked you to wait here, he will be back this afternoon after taking care of company business.

Vanessa frowned:

-I have things to do, I have to get back to the office.

-I’m sorry Miss Vanessa, I couldn’t disobey Mr. Dylan’s orders.

Mateo looked at Vanessa and thought:

-Does she know of Miss Brisa’s existence? And does she know that Miss Brisa is coming? Seeing Mr. Dylan’s house renovating but not feeling any curiosity? Perhaps their relationship was not as good as they thought. In other words, Miss Vanessa must not have much affection for Mr. Dylan, right?

If that was the case, then it should not matter whether Miss Brisa returned or not, and there was no need for him to talk too much.

Mateo was only Dylan’s assistant and Vanessa didn’t want to make things difficult for him and didn’t leave after all.

He went to the kitchen to get something to eat and after eating he went back to the bedroom once more.

Always calm, as if it didn’t exist.

Someone came to cook at lunchtime.

It was around 5 p. m. when Dylan finally returned.

The workers had left and Mateo had been ordered to wait downstairs.

-Where is Vanessa?

The first thing Dylan did when he walked through the door was to look for Vanessa.

-Miss Vanessa ate and went to her bedroom to rest and did not come out all afternoon.

-It’s been hard work, sal.

Dylan finished and strided up the stairs.

-Vanessa.

He knocked on the door and Vanessa was sitting quietly on the bed reading a book. The book was taken from Dylan’s study, of course, and was about business administration. It had a lot of Dylan’s notes in it, which was very helpful to Vanessa.

-How are you feeling today, are you still in pain? -Dylan asked as he took Vanessa in his arms.

-I’m fine.

Vanessa put the book down and looked at Dylan with a calm face:

-Can I go now?

-Can’t you wait to leave?

Dylan’s eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly restrained himself. He smiled and moved in to kiss her intimately on the lips.

-Stay, eh?

-I’m going back home.

Vanessa’s tone was calm, but her manner was strong.

The smile in Dylan’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t like being provoked again and again by his own kitten servant.

-Stay until I ask you to come back, or stay only by my side for the rest of your life. Choose one, what do you think?

-Is there a difference between the two? -said Vanessa mockingly.

-Of course there is a difference. You pick number one and maybe I might let you go tomorrow or the next day. But you choose number two, then you will never leave again in your life.

Dylan responded matter-of-factly.

Vanessa lowered her eyes and said nothing.

-Good girl.

It was clear that he had made his choice and Dylan was happy with his choice.

-I’m going to shower and change, and we’ll have dinner together.

Cooking together would foster the relationship.

Dylan walked over and kissed Vanessa’s face, standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

Soon there came the sound of running water from the bathroom and Vanessa listened silently with her eyes closed, her mind irritated beyond words.

Whether it’s Orlando or Dylan, they’re both getting out of control. There’s no telling where this three-man drama will end. When will it end!

Dylan soon emerged from the bathroom with a bath towel tied around his waist.

His short hair was still dripping and he picked up a large towel, but instead of wiping it, he walked over to the bed. Sitting up, he handed the towel to Vanessa.

-Honey, dry my hair.

Vanessa wanted to say “why don’t you”, but she couldn’t ignore Dylan’s childishly insistent gaze.

Because she was sure that once she refused, this man had countless ways of making her compromise. And since it was ultimately a compromise, why didn’t she just accept it outright?

Vanessa was silent as she took the towel and wiped Dylan’s hair.

-That’s it.

-So fast?

She hadn’t enjoyed it enough. Vanessa’s fingers were soft against her hair and particularly comfortable.

“But it doesn’t matter, there’s another chance next time.”

-Come on, let’s make dinner. Honey, what do you want to eat?

-Whatever.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She did not have much of an appetite.

Dylan didn’t mind her coldness, and was still excited to take her by the hand and go downstairs so she could choose the ingredients with him and then go cook. Of course, Dylan wouldn’t let Vanessa cook, saying he would cook with her but just let her sit and watch.