Dylan blinked as he retreated away from me. I was sweating profusely and stared at him, hoping that he will not send me away, to never see each other again. He opened his mouth to say something, but we heard footsteps approaching the room, so he stopped at turned his face to look who was coming in.
My eyes naturally fell on the door as well. Kizzy appeared after a few minutes. "I hope I am not interrupting anything here," she said with a grin. We both smiled at her, hiding the sudden tension that has built between us. "No, Kizzy. What's up?" Dylan asked. Kizzy came a little closer to us.
"Mom has arranged Dylan's room for you two; she is staying tonight, right?" she said and looked at Dylan. "Umm... I don't think that is a good idea as I have work tomorrow." I said in response. Dylan turned to me instantly. His eyes were much more; domineering than I have ever seen.
"Meg, I will drop you tomorrow. Stay the night?" Dylan said, his voice much calmer, contradicting his eyes. I looked up at Kizzy, who was looking at us with a smile. "Kizzy, thank you, dear. And tell mom that I said goodnight. We might be going to sleep right away," he said without turning to look at her face. Kizzy's face lighted up with an embarrassed smile as she darted her eyes between both of us.
I smiled back at her trying to make her feel a little more comfortable. She took a few steps back, continuing to smile at me, and then turned to leave, sprinting like a baby. "That was a test, Meg! Sorry about that, there will be more like that, going forward. She is practically my grandma's little spy, so don't trust her with any of our secrets," Dylan whispered as soon as she is out of our sight.
I felt like I was part of some secret mission, which included extracting some valuable national security information from a deadly officer or something. I continued to stare at him; not knowing what will be the repercussions of the things I said to him.
"We should go to the room. Is that okay?" Dylan said after a few moments pass in silence. He was still moody, and I hoped he will talk when we will be alone. I nodded in response. He stood up and started walking to the door. I followed him immediately and walked towards a room that was on the right end of the corridor from the hall we were in. I wondered how big this house was and if he wasn't there with me, I would be very well lost in this place.
He opened the door to the room and moved aside to let me in first. I stepped in, and my eyes were just left open for a little while. He lived like a prince, with the best decor, and every type of luxury one can have in life was present there. I realized he was into collecting art, liked mild tones of colors, and had a classic outlook on life by seeing the overall tone of the room.
But it smelled like I entered Emirates First Class flight. It was the smell of a feeling rather than a thing. The aroma of luxury and prosperity emanated from everything and realized that its the same smell he carried with him.
I turned around and looked at him. He locked the room and smiled at me lightly before walking past me to his dressing table, where he removed his watch and placed it. My eyes followed him, watching everything he did without even blinking for a few moments. He realized I was staring at him, so he turned to look at me and paused. "Meg, are you okay?" he asked as though nothing had happened.
"Am I okay? You are not going to talk about what just happened between us?" I asked. He sighs, which I didn't quite understand. Did it mean he was not planning to talk about it? "Nothing happened between us. You have some wrong idea about us, and in that influence, you said something. We don't need to talk about it," he explained, and I could help but realize how arrogant he is and slighted me like just another girl.
I realized his grandmother was not wrong from treating him like this. It is hard to unsee how insensitive he is to the people who care about him and for a woman who is long gone from his life. He is just a selfish man who was using me to get what he wants, and I saw then that I made the biggest mistake of life by choosing to help him.
I just stared at him blankly for some time, and then he moved on to prepare himself for the bed. I dragged my feet to the bed and sat there, not knowing what to do or say. Dylan went into the restroom and came out changed in his nightclothes.
"I have hanged a nightdress for you in the restroom. Get changed and come to bed," I looked at up his words with all the anger I had in me, which was boiling like lava waiting to burst out and destroy everything in its path. Dylan was a little taken aback by my response, so he sits down next to me, but now his face was a little calmer, and his loving demeanor was back.
"You want to talk about it, Meg?" Dylan asked. I kept my gaze down as I still went back and forth in my head about my thoughts and feelings for the man that I have placed on a pedestal without him deserving even a bit. "You have decided to not talk about it. What does that say anyway? That I am just some girl who you are taking around like a doll who is suppose to have no feelings and just dance according to your tunes?" I finally burst open spiling every last vicious thought that I was carrying in my head until then.
Dylan looked at me shocked, I didn't know what he might be thinking, but I was sure that nothing would remain the same anymore. He took a deep breath before he vocalized his thoughts to me, "Meg, I never pushed you to do any of this. You were more than willing to be with me and help me. But I can't afford to give you anything more than that like you already know."
He repeated the same song as he always did. I felt like a fool sitting there in his presence. He didn't even care about me even after doing so much for him. And this thought was hurting me so much that I couldn't contain it in for too long, and I ended up hurting him in the process. "You know what, you are the most selfish human that I have ever met. You very well deserve to be suspected by your grandma. And I don't think you deserve the estate because like you always, say you are heartless, and you are just a dead guy walking around like a fucking zombie."
Dylan stared at me in complete shock. I stood upheaving from the intense anger and sadness that I was feeling. My eyes overflowed with tears, which Dylan watched from where he was sitting. "Megan! Calm down!" He said as he saw me hyperventilating again.
"This is not the place or time. You will need to calm yourself down. I know you don't mean any of the things that you are saying," Dylan continued in his calming tone, which angered me even more. "You still only care about yourself? How did you even become a doctor with no care for anything except for yourself?" I asked, walking a bit closer to him.
"Meg, I am sorry if I have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you in any way. I tried to back off when I realized you were developing feelings for me, but you didn't let me. Now please listen to me; we will figure out a way. I will write you a cheque or whatever. Please calm down." At that moment, I lost every respect I had for that man; it was clear as day that he didn't care about me, and he never will.
"I want to go home!" I said, my voice was stern and powerful. Dylan stood up and held my shoulders gently, "Hey, talk to me. I am still a friend, remember? You want to talk, right? I will talk," his voice was much softer and loving this time. I realized how women get fucked up over and over again by the same guy once they end up having feelings for them.
I felt so powerless and vulnerable at that moment. I still loved him more than anything in this world, and he just never felt even an ounce of what I felt for him. There is no worse feeling in the world than that ever.