The Secret of The Glow

Chapter 2

Before she  could fully recover from her intense orgasm, Dylan had already rolled her onto her back and slipped inside her. After the first thrust he had to hold still, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the velvet heat, he would explode. He wanted her to come at least once more, with him...

"I love how you feel inside me," Kizzy whispered . . . and then Dylan couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that exquisite heat. Kizzy moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her ragged breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.

"Oh, baby," he gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant, or a song, or a ringing telephone...

The shrill ringing of his hotel phone finally penetrated his consciousness. Disoriented, Dylan struggled to get from under the sheets and stop that incessant ringing.

"Hello!" Dylan barked into the phone, instantly regretting being so rude.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, today didn't they?" Sheila asked teasingly.

It's quite the opposite Sheila, actually, I need to get back to sleep so I can be with Kizzy. Dylan thought to himself.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Just reminding you about our meeting later today, do you want me to pick you up or do you want me to send a car for you?"

"I think I will drive myself," he still didn't feel much like socializing since Kizzy left.

"Ok fine," Sheila agreed. "I will see you at 2:30."

Dylan glanced at the clock to see that it was already 12:30.

"Bye," he replied, unsuccessfully inwardly motivating himself to get up and get dressed.

That girl is not only taking up your every waking thought now she is even invading your dreams Dylan. Get it together, he reprimanded himself. He had spent most of the night tossing and turning, going over and over in his head the last conversation he and Kizzy had. He could see it so clearly, the sadness clouding her green eyes, the way she crinkled up her forehead and the way she kept biting her bottom lip. Her beautiful heart shaped lips that he loved to plant butterfly kisses on...

He really needed to snap out of this. He had not practiced his music or written any new songs in days. Worse yet he didn't feel like it either. He knew Sheila and Davis were worried. Heck, so was he but he just didn't know what to do about it.

He felt like he needed yet another break but how could he? He had a sold out concert tour planned for the next month and a half. He was to hit 20 cities nationwide and internationally, starting with Los Angeles. This was it. His comeback tour. He owed it to his loyal fans who had stayed with him after his almost two year hiatus. Plus his last break was where he met Kizzy and the whole reason he needed a break again.

He finally decides to go and get a shower. An ice cold shower, as he was still running hot from that dream about Kizzy. It felt so real. The connection between them felt stronger than ever and he hoped it would remain that way. He longed to call her, just to hear her voice, her laugh, he yearned to share with her all that he was feeling.

With Alexus, at least he had his music to fall back on but now Kizzy has completely turned his life upside down that not even his music can save him now.

He turned his face upwards to catch the full blast of the ice water coming from the rain shower head, hoping the numbness from the cold will help him to stop feeling this loss.

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"We have to speak to him, NOW!" yelled Davis as he angrily paced the floor in Sheila's office.

"Calm down Davis," Sheila cajoled as she tried to keep her cool. She could almost feel the steam coming off of him as he got himself more and more worked up.

Sometimes she thought she had two people to take of, instead of one. Davis had a way of getting overly upset at the most minor things. Sometimes it even felt like he needed more attention than Dylan. It was a little annoying and tiring at times having to engage additional tactics to deal with both the client and the client's manager but she loved Dylan so she did what she had to do.

"I will talk to him," she went on to say, " he is coming to my office today and I will speak to him about it then."

"Alone," she said firmly as Davis started to object.

"This is serious, Sheila, no pussyfooting like you usually do."

"You are too soft with him," Davis continued. "That will do his career more harm than good."

"And berating him is not going to help either." Sheila retorted sharply, losing her battle with her patience.

"I know how to handle Dylan, I got him back on his feet again after Alexus, and I can do it again after this debacle."

I mean they were not even together that long, I will talk to him and find out where his head is at. He knows that this come back tour is vital to his career. He knows the strings we had to pull and the immense lengths we had to go through to make this happen. He virtually committed career suicide with his music by disappearing for two years. Who does that and is able to come back? Only Dylan Jackson.

"Stop worrying Davis, and let me handle this, the best way I know how."

"Dylan's career, and your career as his manager is in safe hands." Sheila reassured Davis.

Just leave quickly, before he gets here, otherwise he will think we are ganging up on him .

"I hope for both our sakes, you do know what you are doing." Davis replied.

"Otherwise I am doing what I think is best, whether you like it or not." he warned.