Chapter thirteen

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Devyn's POV
Well this is boring, Dylan went for a shower and I'm stuck watching the NOTEBOOK. I look for the remote but instead of finding it, I found Dylan's phone there was no lock. I went through his photos and found two people hugging (p.s in the cover). And it's looks like Dylan and someone else which I don't know who but they are both crying. I hear the shower stop and I jump quickly shoving his phone back under the bed sheets. He comes in all wet, he didn't even dry himself properly just a towel around his waist.

"So are you ready" he says with cheekiness

"Oh I was born ready for you" I respond with a wink

He jumps on the bed, slowly kissing me from my lips to  my neck while slowly taking my clothes off.

Rated : MA15+

Slowly taking my underwear off, down my short legs.Still kissing, he inserts two fingers in and go gently.

"Oh baby, you're already wet for me" he grins

I hit him.

"Ow that hurt"

I moan as he inserts something long and slowly moving in & out. Then it got faster and faster until he ran out of breath. Both breathing heavily, he gets off of me and lays next to me.

"Round 2 is coming! So be ready" he says

"Round 2" I repeat

"Yes"

"Maybe another time"

"Really baby? Why not?" He wines

"I need to go for a shower" I groan

"I'll come with you" he winks

"No@

I get up but as soon as I left the bed, he grabbed me and pulled me back down.

"Come on! I need to go for a shower, let's me go" I say angrily

"Calm down! I just wanted a kiss" he says with attitude

"Hurry up" I say

He pulls me closer and kiss all around my face.

"Can I go now?" I asked

"You could go ages ago.. But I don't know why you're still here." He laughs

"Shut up" and I roll my eyes.

I grab my towel and spare clothes from the bags.

Hour and a half later

Dylan's POV
She's been in that shower for a long time now, I should go see.
I walk towards the bathroom as I was about to open the door, she comes out brushing her teeth.

"Checking up on me now aye" she says with a smile

"Yes, I was, because you were in there for an hour and a half" I say

"So your timing me now"

"Now it's how much time we don't spend together"

"We live together lol" she laughs

"I know! Anyways do you want to go for a drive to go get pizza?" I smile

Because I know pizza is her favourite food of all times.

"Yes yes yes" she responds

"Okay, let's go"

I grab my keys from the bench, walk out of the hotel and locked it. We walked down the stairs because everyone seemed to use the elevator. Got into my car and drove to the pizza place. While driving she spoke after like 10 minutes of not talking.

"On your phone, there's a picture of two people hugging and crying and one person looked like you but I couldn't figure the other one out"

I focused on the road, my eyes swelled with tears. She looked at me probably thinking I'm a coward for crying like a girl.

"What's wrong? If you don't wanna tell me it's fine" she says worried

"Nah I want to tell you but..." I get cut off by her

"Don't tell me, it's fine"she says with a concerned look

"I'll tell you okay" I wipe a tear

"Okay"

"That photo was taken after I found out my brother had cancer and only had 2 weeks to live..." I pull over and burst out in tears

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't  of asked" she says as a tear rolls down her face

I get myself together and tried to finish my story.

"But those two weeks weren't full, a gang of guys.. Beat him to death" I say quietly

"I'm so so sorry" she says in tears

"Don't cry" I say to her

She laughs.

"What's funny?" I asked

"I love you so much" she smiles

"I love you too" I smile back

I wipe my tears away. And started the ignition and drove to the pizza place. Got pizza and went back to the hotel.

Flashback:
(When the funeral was over) We went home just me and my dad. Both crying, he pull out a bottle of rum. My dad started drinking it straight.

"Dad, is that a good idea" I say concerned

"Shut the fuck up! Stop fucking crying you little sook."

"Me a 'sook'?. Wow your son/ my brother died today and your drinking and calling me a 'sook'. You shut the fuck up! You never cared about us never"

He gets up with a baseball bat and walks towards me with an angry look, he lifts the bat up and swings......

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