Deep love: insatiable lover

After shopping, Dylan took out the two aprons he had bought especially for the occasion. First he pulled out a pink one and stood in front of Vanessa to put it on, tying the straps in a half-hug position.

-Okay, baby, it’s my turn.

Vanessa clutched the apron that had been forced into her hands with a blank stare.

When did Dylan become so childish?

-Darling, I’ve tied it for you, shouldn’t you do the same for me?

Vanessa was so upset that she wanted to say:

-You have no hands?

But when he looked at Dylan’s expectant face, somehow he couldn’t tell. It was as if, if he refused, he was going to hurt him badly.

-Turn around.

Dylan knew she was engaged. And without giving an inch, he obediently turned around and allowed Vanessa to tie his apron.

-What’s for dinner? Sweet and sour pork, sautéed broccoli and prawns with corn? How about soup? Do you want seaweed and egg soup?

-All is well.

It was all home-cooked food, and Vanessa thought she could manage on her own, it was just a matter of it being good enough. As for Dylan, he seemed to be a good cook.

When she thought about it, she wasn’t as good at cooking as Dylan.

She felt a bit frustrated.

-What’s the matter, darling?

-It’s OK.

Vanessa shook her head, feeling very out of place. Anyway, rather than Dylan, the two were now in duo mode, ready to split up.

-I’ll cook, you help.

-Yes.

Dylan’s cooking is skilful, even elegant. He is a man of nearly 190 cm, normally imposing and aloof, with a domineering, aggressive nature that makes people afraid to look at him. But now, dressed in his home clothes and a sky-blue apron, he moves gracefully as he cooks, giving him an air of warmth.

The handsome and unmistakable side of his face, his serious and concentrated look, unconsciously attracted Vanessa’s eyes.

They say that beauty is tempting, and so is male beauty.

Vanessa’s jaw dropped slightly, and her eyes couldn’t help but rest on Dylan’s slightly pursed lips.

When it came to kissing, she was always dominant and at the same time gentle. Her lips were perfect for kissing and the kiss was quite comfortable, she just never wanted to admit it.

“It must be every woman’s dream to have such a man”.

Unfortunately, …

-Hmm.

Vanessa’s thoughts were interrupted by a fiery, commanding kiss, and she stared in surprise into Dylan’s smiling eyes.

At the end of the kiss, she fell gasping and limp in his arms.

-Baby, you’ve been looking at my lips for a long time, are you happy to finally get what you want now? If it’s not enough, I can keep kissing you.

Noticing her fascinated gaze, Dylan was delighted and proud.

He didn’t mind that his face fascinated Vanessa, as long as she remained fascinated and didn’t leave.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

-You… me …

She opened her mouth, but couldn’t say anything, and Dylan laughed with growing amusement, wrapping his arms firmly around her waist.

-Don’t I look particularly charming when I cook?

-What a shame.

I had seen a narcissist before, but I had never seen a narcissist like this.

-Darling, you’re looking mesmerised, it must be very special and attractive. Baby, with eyes that bright, we won’t have to eat tonight if you keep staring.

-Well, I looked at you.

Vanessa twisted in denial and turned her face away.

-There’s one last soup left, so be a good girl and go out and wait.

-Oh.

Vanessa nodded and turned to leave.

-Je.

Dylan laughed lightly and withdrew his eyes, thinking to himself that he could make more use of this face in the future. He didn’t mind using his face, as long as Vanessa liked it.

Soon the last of the soup was ready and the two sat down at the table to eat.

No one spoke, but from time to time their eyes met and they felt a sense of peace and happiness in their hearts.

Vanessa ate Dylan’s food and her taste buds were instantly won over.

She suddenly felt that if she and Dylan had not met by mistake, if her status had not gotten in the way, she would have fallen in love with him without hesitation, married him and had children to raise a family.

Unfortunately, in this world there is no such thing as -yes-.

She and Dylan, a divorced niece-in-law and the other a former Dylan.

They met at the most inopportune time to do the most inopportune thing.

-Isn’t he rich?

Seeing Vanessa’s chopsticks stop, Dylan frowned and asked.

-It’s delicious.

Vanessa shook her head and smiled, pushing all those emotions out of her mind. Look down and eat carefully.

-I’ll go and do the dishes.

Vanessa stood up and offered to pick up the dishes to wash them, and Dylan didn’t stop her. He gave her a look that stopped the ghostly light in her eyes.

When he washed the dishes and came back out, Dylan was not in the living room.

-Dylan? Dylan?

Strange, where did the people go?

Vanessa frowned, wondering what kind of trick Dylan was up to again. The living room was nowhere to be found, so she went straight to the first floor to look. There was nothing in the bedroom, nothing in the study, nothing in the gym.

He recalled that there seemed to be an audiovisual room on the third floor.

Could Dylan be there?

Vanessa frowned and hesitated for a few seconds before looking up.

-Dylan, are you there?

She cautiously pushed open the door and was hugged tightly from behind before she could stand still.

-Looking for me, eh?

-Or what?

Vanessa rolled her eyes in disgust, clearly here, clearly hearing his shout, and not responding a single word.

-Well, well, it’s my fault.

Dylan smiled ingratiatingly and let go to turn around and hug Vanessa,

-Do you want to see a film? The equipment here is top of the range, no worse than in a cinema.

Vanessa wanted to refuse, but then she thought about her promise to stay with him tonight and had to compromise.

-What film?

-Horror film. Does it scare you?

Dylan pulled Vanessa into his arms and held her close.

When you snap your fingers, the screen lights up automatically.

Vanessa, at first superficial, watched and became absorbed. She simply forgot about the man behind her and concentrated on the film.

Dylan was satisfied with this.

He hugged her back, stealing a kiss from time to time.

At the end of the long film, Vanessa is reeling from the poignant drama and is about to turn her head when she suddenly feels a whirlwind.

Dylan quickly pinned her down, grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head.

-What are you doing?

-Baby, of course I’m fucking you.

Vanessa’s face turned red and her eyes rounded as she glared angrily at Dylan.

Instead, he smiled indulgently and lovingly, took Vanessa’s chin and kissed it.