"So, Hills are very sophisticated beings who migrated from the United Kingdom in... umm mid-1900's I guess, so we do have some traditions that are derived from the royals," Dylan explained as we sat down on the front area overlooking the view of the ocean. He was giving me an introductory lesson into his family history, so I will be able to behave accordingly and expect the right things before I plunge deep into his family dinner.
"Is that why your grandma kind of reminds me of The Queen of England and you to be her charming prince next-in-line to inherit the throne?" I asked in a mocking tone, he looked at me, trying to be serious, but a tiny smile played on his lips. I laughed out, seeing his face holding off his laughter too. "That's not funny, but yeah, we do have sort of an empire to inherit," he answered.
"What is Kizzy going to inherit in that case?" I asked, a bit curious to know how their family dynamics work. "Well, she is older than me, so she will probably inherit all the shares of all the hospital, gaining the position in the board of directors. I don't prefer to be in that position. It involves a lot of formalities and less patient care." I looked at him, pretty impressed at the estimate of how rich he really is and how much he downplays.
"And all you want is your grandpa's estate?" He looked at me, surprised maybe he was feeling a little uncomfortable that he has to share all these intricate details of his family with a woman who supposedly means nothing to him. "Well, the Hills Foundation needs a chairperson eventually, after grandma I think she will name me as her heir, considering she is convinced, that I am healthy mentally and physically. Grandpa had very minimal share even though he built the whole empire himself, so the estate is a very small part of my inheritance, which means everything to me."
I turned my face back to the ocean from his face trying to get my head around everything. The way he was using words like inheritance, heir, empire, I felt unreal sitting in the presence of a very important person. He darted his eyes from my face down my body and turned his gaze into the ocean. "I never asked about your family. Where are they? It will be a shame if someone asks me about you, and I know nothing," he joked. I was shocked at the way he sounded.
Did he genuinely wanted to know about me or just asked me, so he won't embarrass himself when asked about me? "Umm... so I am not very close to my family like you are. My mom lives in Toronto. She is very attached to her own family so she will stay there for the rest of her life. I love her, kind of the only person I am close to but not a very good person to be around all the time."
He listened to me carefully, which did give me the comfort that he did wanted to know about me, more than just as an obligation. "And dad?" he asked after a pause. "I don't know, he left us when I was around 11, never really tried to find out about him. He was pretty hard to live with too more than my mom. It's a dysfunctional family." I summarized for him because I didn't feel that comfortable giving him details about the parental relationship that I had with my folks.
He nodded understandingly. I never spoke about my family with anyone. I never felt there was anything to talk about, or maybe I didn't feel I had the strength to face my hurts that I had to face in the early relationships of my life. "So, are you hungry?" Dylan asked as he signaled Daisy to come closer. "A bit," I answered, looking at Daisy.
"Sir, the lunch is served at the table," Daisy said, looking at both of us with a smile. Dylan looked at me and extended his arm, which I readily took and followed Daisy back inside to grab our lunch. The table was magnificently decorated with many courses of meals, desserts, and drinks. I just stared at the table until Dylan took me by my hand, helping me sit down at one end of the table.
It was like a dream for me. Dylan sat down next to me with the most loving smile that anyone was showered at me. I felt as if he was treating me like his queen, and I knew that I will never forget this feeling. And it also made me sad at the same time as I realized, nobody will make me feel this way again.
We finished our lunch and decided to take a walk around the whole boat before we left for his family home. "Well, this was a gift for my mom on her 20th anniversary from my dad. I still remember that day. Elisha was there too. That was the last time that my parents' celebrated something so grandly." Dylan mused as we walked through the deck area towards the cabins.
"So the anniversary celebrations that Kizzy mentioned will be a lot more of a big deal than I thought?" Dylan smiled at me as we entered the cabin area. "It is a big deal always, but yeah, this one is going to be epic." I smiled back at him in response and looked into one of the cabins. I stopped in my tracks. Dylan also halted, realizing I have stopped following him.
My eyes were wide-open mixed with both shock and surprise. The cabin was a wonder in itself. It was designed to look like a master bedroom that belonged to the King of a palace sorts. There was an antique king-sized bed in the middle, which resembled the design of the couch in the front hall. Every piece of furniture in the bedroom looked like it was brought to life from a medieval painting.
I stepped in as I looked around like a kid who got lost in a carnival ground. Dylan followed me inside and said, "You liked in here, huh? This is a very special room that was designed, according to the aesthetics of my mom. She loves the medieval era for some reason. She wanted to recreate it in here so she can take a break now and then retreating into her space." All I could do was gasp in total wonder at the grandiose, that was in front of my eyes.
I turned around and realized Dylan was right behind me. As I looked up at his face, I felt transformed in a true medieval setting where there were only him and me. He was my prince, and I was his... well, a woman he was getting a favor. "Have you taken the tablet, Meg?" Suddenly, I remembered that I was carrying it around all day and never had it.
I shook my head in response. "Well, that is not very responsible," he teased. My lips stretched in a smile as I picked up the tablet from the bag. He stepped a little more closer to me; as I looked up, my lips touched his beard softly. "We shouldn't," I whispered as he looked down at me.
"We shouldn't what?" he whispered back, lowering his face towards mine. My lips automatically moved towards his, but I restrained myself, knowing I didn't want to fall into that hurricane of emotions again. "You can eat that later, maybe!" he said, as he pushed my hand downwards, so I put it back in the bag.
I had no control of what happened after that, maybe it was the setting or being close to him so much. I got pulled into him like a meteor getting sucked into a black hole. He took me in his arms as we kissed as though we were starving for each other. I felt unable to think or do anything, hearing him moan into my mouth, letting me know how much he wanted me as I wanted him.
We undressed each other almost immediately as he threw me into the royal bed. The feel of having sex in a room like that who almost looked like a prince himself was worth getting hurt later. As we became engulfed in passion for each other's body, I understood what he meant by taking the tablet a bit later.
I lay in his arms, trying to breathe normally after feeling all kinds of passion and joy at once. He kissed my head as he stood back up and put his clothes back on and said, "now, eat that tablet, and let's get going." I don't know why men acted such respectfully until they get off and become complete assholes afterward. He should at least be considerate that I may need a little time to be back into the world.
I sat up looking at him blankly and dressed myself up as he walks into the washroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like a clown who was so willingly letting a man use her in all the ways possible. I picked up the tablet and swallowed it down my throat, followed by a glass of water that was placed on the side table.
'Damn, I look like shit. I have to get something to wear before I show up at the dinner,' I thought, almost forgetting that I have repeated the mistake, knowing I will have to pay large sums to get out of this mess someday. "Let's get you something to wear," I heard Dylan behind me, making me jump a little inside. He possibly couldn't have heard, my thoughts or did I look like shit. I looked at myself again in the mirror and then back at him.