My Master, My Husband (BOOK 1)

Chapter 40- Dylan

I've mentioned him before, and how he's helped me a lot in the past. He's an old friend, a son of one of my mother's good friend so he visited my house very often with his mom, and so I discovered his ability to investigate and figure out a person's background just by looking at them.

He's Axel's age I believe and currently studying something about psychology and criminals. I don't know, all I know is that I'm basically the one that's paying his tuition because of his stupidly expensive services. If I'm his friend, I can't imagine how much he asks to strangers, maybe millions.

Sometimes I asked myself why was he still my friend considering the fact that nine years ago he was one of the guys that attempted to date me. He confessed his love for me with all he had, even fireworks on the dark sky, but... yeah I rejected him of course. I figured he was still attracted to me since every time we met, I'd catch him staring at me, smitten by my looks obviously.

I mean, I won't take it away from him, he was and still is something. Popular with women and I could guess it had something to do with his hard to ignore features. He was an inch shorter than Axel, honey eyes, well groomed dark curly hair, broad shoulders and muscular body but none of that really mattered.

What got the ladies attention was his accent, well, the way he spoke his first language which is Spanish. I don't get it, but the way Spaniards talk is surprisingly smooth and sexy--sorry Axel-- but yeah, even though I can't understand a word he says when he randomly starts speaking in Spanish, I can't help but stop whatever I'm doing at the moment just to listen to his beautiful voice and I hate that.

Carmen once called me a blind and deaf, oh and insane bitch because I rejected him, she was obsessed with him I swear.

However I saw him only as a friend as much as I tried to like him as a man. Which is why I was so surprised when I fell that quickly for Axel, I mean, Dev is not that different from Axel, why didn't I fell for him that easily? I'm sure it was witchcraft.

Anyways, I put on one of Axel's t-shirts with some shorts but the shirt hid them entirely. When I got downstairs I found him lying down on the couch as if it was his own bed, some manners he has... I was about to wake him up by just calling out his name, but instead chose to pay attention to the little demon inside my head and climbed on the edge of the couch jumping straight to him as if I was casually diving in a pool.
"What the fuck motherfucker! Shit!" He yelled as I took all the air out of his lungs and by instinct he pushed me off of him and I landed on the hard floor laughing my ass out.
"I thought you learned your lesson the other day of not to sleep on my watch." The last time I saw him personally was like two months ago, he was passing by the company and decided to pay me a visit. I was too busy and he had to wait for like an hour on my office and fell asleep so I was tempted to draw a pair of boobs on his plain white shirt and not to forget a very sharp and elegant mustache with an uni brow to complete the look --with a very permanent marker I must say--
"Fuck you." He sat up rubbing his chest and killing me with his eyes.
"I did. Yesterday, so I don't think Axel will let me do it again today. " I said as I got up the floor and sat next to him.
"Do what?"
"Fuck myself." I received a cushion on my face in response, but that only made me laugh louder. "Yes! Hit me harder Daddy Dev." He growled in frustration, did I already mentioned how much I love to annoy him? Well everyone.
"Fuck me..." He breathed outloud looking at the ceiling, probably asking God for patience.

"I can't fuck you Dev! Unless you have a death wish and want Axel to kill us both." His expression became sour and I smiled widely.

"If you keep talking shit, I'll go and tell Davidson to punish you-- maybe he'll let me watch or even be part of it." He shut me up, my mouth became dry and my heart skipped a beat. Him knowing everything about me was a huge disadvantage in moments like these. He always uses that card but never got to the point of... basically saying he wanted to punish me.