Deep love: insatiable lover

Dylan’s slender fingers tap absently on the black desk top, his eyes alight.

-Be quick.

Two simple words already represented Dylan’s attitude, and the cold, sharp look he gave Mateo dared not question.

-Yes.

Mateo replied respectfully and turned to leave.

Another day passed.

Brisa didn’t wait for Dylan, not even a phone call. She rushed into his room, throwing pillows and blankets all over the floor.

-Don’t you all check in with Dylan? I can’t believe you didn’t tell Dylan about something as important as last night, were you worried that he knew you hadn’t done your duty and feared punishment? What’s the point of having you disloyal dogs?

Brisa gasped, looking at the bodyguards outside and questioning them insistently.

These people must not have told Dylan, otherwise how could Dylan not have come to see himself!

There it was again.

Like a madman.

The two bodyguards charged with guarding her during the day looked at each other and saw helplessness and contempt in their eyes.

“I don’t know what kind of brains this Miss Brisa has, to think that the Boss has any feelings for her when she’s already like this. And now? How dare she expect the Boss to please her without limits?

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-Are you all deaf? If you can’t even behave like a dog, why are you still alive? You bastards! I’m going to tell grandfather and ask him to kill you all.

No matter how much Brisa insulted or threatened, the two bodyguards ignored him.

They stopped until she got tired and stopped.

But Brisa was not satisfied.

So in the evening, he did it all over again.

He asked to go out to the bar.

This time she did not get rid of the bouncers, but let them watch her. She drank like a madwoman, and danced deliberately on the dance floor, dancing ambiguously with the men who surrounded her face to face, and even deliberately approaching them.

I just had to do it for the gorillas, the best thing to do was to walk past them so Dylan could see.

No, Dylan would definitely see it.

Wouldn’t Dylan feel uncomfortable if she stopped circling Dylan all the time? Would Dylan be jealous if he was surrounded by so many men and saw her approaching other men?

Brisa wants to prove what her place in Dylan’s heart really is.

It ran amok with reckless abandon.

And this time, he avoids the bar where he met Roberto twice.

But that doesn’t mean that Roberto doesn’t know.

In fact, Roberto had learned of her whereabouts as soon as he entered the bar. The photos of her dancing with other men had been passed to Roberto at the same time, and now he was flipping through them one by one with a macabre smile on his face.

Anyone who knows Roberto well knows that the angrier he gets, the bigger the smile on his face.

And at that moment, the bodyguards guarding the booth felt horror well up in their bones at the sight of the smile oozing from Roberto’s face.

-What bad behaviour.

Roberto turned away from the painting and whispered with a smile.

-So what would be a good lesson to teach the next time we get together to punish misbehaving cats?

Dylan, who of course had received the message, didn’t give a damn what Brisa had done.

Tonight he stayed in the car as usual, staring obsessively at Vanessa’s room.

It was early and the light was still on.

In fact, Vanessa was frowning suspiciously and looking out of the window strangely.

For the last two nights she had felt a line of sight staring at her.

Every time I went looking for it, I couldn’t find anything.

“The first time it could have been an illusion, but for three days in a row it couldn’t have been. So who was it? Who could be so sick? Dylan?”

In the first second this thought flickered, it was dismissed by Vanessa.

I didn’t think Dylan’s pride would allow him to do such a thing as watch silently all night.

Shaking her head, Vanessa thought she might be too tired.

If not, I will find a way to take a look at the nearby surveillance tomorrow.

Calming down, Vanessa resisted the urge to go out on the balcony for a while and went to lie on the edge of the bed.

Vanessa hasn’t slept well tonight.

I dreamt of Dylan.

In her dreams, he was everywhere. Like an inescapable shadow in the sun, he was the first to find her wherever she was hiding. Then, just looking at her, doing nothing.

The next day, Vanessa woke up with a sticky, sweaty body.

I could no longer be calm.

After a hasty wash, Vanessa first searched the real estate company to check for nearby surveillance. But no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find the slightest anomaly.

-Is it really just my imagination?

When Vanessa told the doctor about it, he thought for a moment and replied: “Most likely your case is an illusion of fatigue caused by mental tension, which means that it is probably caused by mental sensitivity. In reality there is nothing, but your subconscious thinks there is someone. It should be that you are too tense and that you need to rest and learn to relax your nerves.

-Is it really an illusion?

asked Vanessa, not very convinced, muttering to herself.

-So, Miss Vanessa, you should do more exercise lately and watch more relaxing films. Listen to music if you don’t have any, or do some exercise, and stick with it for a few days and you’ll see.

-I know.

That seemed to be all that could be done.

Vanessa frowned at the thought, and what she didn’t realise was that going to the doctor for her doubts would reveal the secret she was trying hardest to keep at the time.

-There has been a breakthrough.

Dylan curved his lips into a slight smile, his eyes full of certainty.

-Dr. Manuel?

-And you are, please?

Dr Manuel, the doctor who had just seen Vanessa, looked suspiciously at the imposing man in front of him. After a dazed moment, he suddenly recognised the identity of the other man.

-Mr Dylan?

And who in Peaceful City didn’t know Dylan?

-Is it convenient for Dr. Manuel to talk to me? I have something I need Dr. Manuel’s help with.

Dr. Manuel could not refuse Dylan’s invitation.

Silently wiping the non-existent cold sweat from his brow, Dr. Manuel anxiously climbed into Dylan’s car.