Ms. Perfect

Chapter 11

"Dyl. Dylan wake up, it's 7AM."
"Hmm... Huh..?"
"We fell asleep. Well, you did. Come on, get up."
"Why didn't you wake me then?"
"I couldn't."
"And why's that?"
"You are so cute when you sleep, I just didn't have the heart to wake you."
"Aww you think I'm cute?"
"Only when you sleep."
"Come on Amy don't lie. You just loved being in my arms." He got me.
"Maybe..."
"Haha I'll take that."

Dylan looks handsome even in the morning. It's like God touched him when he was born. I bet I look like shit, while he... Well he looks like he just got out of a damn magazine.

"Thank you for yesterday." I say after studying Dylan's face.
"It's no problem, I'm glad you liked it."
"Liked it? I loved it! We should totally do it again."
"So tonight?"
"Yup."

And just like that it became a tradition of ours. Every night we just lay on my bed and talk about random stuff. On Sundays, Dylan prepares a whole date, with candles and everything, because it's my least favorite day. Thanks to Dylan, Sundays actually seem fine to me now.

Weeks passed, even months. Dylan and I are still planning our escape. How we would sneak out, beat up the guards, run away and start a life together. I honestly can't wait!

Nothing happened between me and Dylan (yet). We hug and kiss each other's cheeks, but not more than that. I hope something will happen soon. I'm really starting to catch feelings for Dyl. Can you blame me, though?

It's Sunday evening, so it means we have a date tonight. I'm the one who organizes it today, so I set everything in place - the candles, the flowers and the rest of the romantic setting. I put on a tight dress which hugs my curves perfectly, and Dylan knocks on the door.

"Hey Amy. Wow, you look beautiful."
"Thank you." I blush. "You aren't so bad yourself."
Dylan actually looks amazing. He wears a standard black and white suit that shows off his muscular body. He brought a few snacks for himself and we go lay on my bed, as usual.

"So what do you wanna talk about today?"
"Tell me about your life outside."
I'm really curious about the outside. What's it like? The weather, the people, the places...
"My life wasn't very interesting."
"Please. I really want to know."

"Alright. Well I lived with my mother and sister, you know that. I used to work as a police officer in NY, the job was pretty fun. Chasing criminals, investigating, all of it. Life was hard, though. We didn't have much money, I made just enough to support my family, but as soon as I got this job, as your bodyguard, things got better. Now they have the life they want, and the amount of money they want."

"But isn't it.. hard? Being away from your family..?"
"It is. But knowing that this is what can give them a good life, I would do it all over again."
"Can you show them to me? Do you have a photo?"

Dylan takes a small picture out of his pocket. There are four people in the photo - Dylan, his sister and both of his parents.

"Wow they- they are beautiful!" They really are, all of them. It doesn't surprise me, Dylan is handsome, I guess he took it from his parents...

"This is my sister, her name is Hailey," he points at a pretty young girl with black hair and blue eyes, she looks like Dylan, but in a girl, "this is my mom - Olivia," now I see a lady, she looks amazing considering her age, "and this is my.. dad. George." His expression quickly changes. He looks sad.
"W-where is he now..?" I ask carefully, not knowing if I did the right thing by doing so.
"He's dead."
"Oh shit, Dylan, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"Do you.. wanna talk about it?"

He stays quiet for a moment and then starts talking.

"He was a police officer, too. His job was much harder than mine. He fought real criminals, a few of the most dangerous ones in the entire world. That day, he was supposed to come home for dinner." I can see tears in Dylan's eyes now. "He was late, but we just assumed that he was still at work, so we didn't call him. After we ate dinner without him, we heard a knock on the front door. It was a horrible sound, we were all scared of who's behind it. It couldn't have been something good. My mom opened the door and there were two friends of my dad. They told us that he.. he was shot, by some gangster."

"Oh my god Dylan I- this- it's awful."
"Yeah... My mom and sister didn't take it well. There was no one to provide for us anymore. I was fifteen and Hailey was eight when it happened, and the next day me and my mom started searching for jobs. I was working at a cafe and my mom was working two jobs. It wasn't enough, but we managed to get through this. Hailey... It broke her. She is a daddy's girl." He lets out a small chuckle.

"She's lucky to have you."
"I'm lucky to have her. She and my mother are what kept me going. Without them, I would've probably ended up on the street."
"I'm so proud of you, Dyl."
"Thanks, Amy. Now enough of the heavy stuff. Let's talk about something else."
"Like what?"
"Like how stunning you look tonight."

I blush. Dylan makes me feel amazing, I'm so grateful to have him here with me. I switch positions and lay on his chest now. It's so comfortable, his chest is muscular but soft, and hearing his heartbeat under the back of my head... This is my favorite place, on Dylan's chest, in his arms.
I just wish it wasn't in this house - the place I hate the most.

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Author's note:

Wow! That was heavy. I feel so bad for Dyl but I'm so proud of him for getting through his tough times.

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Love you,
Sum.

(May 2020)