Can't show what's mine

Dylan was a bit concerned as Evelyn after that heated session chose silence for the rest of the day. She slept the whole day in the office and woke up in the car when Dylan was driving her back to the hotel. Evelyn also showed no resistance when he carried her in bridal style and dropped her safely to her room, on her bed. Dylan had a hunch as to why she was avoiding him but didn’t pressurize her. It would be a bit too much.

The amalgamation of his grunts and her moans snatched her sleep. She couldn’t peel off that memory that was only condemning her for giving in so easily. It wasn’t like he forced her, she had her fair share of pleasure but every time she gave in to his sinful desires, she fell a little from grace. So, she picked up silence as a punishment.

Which with passing days turned her routine.

Dylan was worried as after that day, Evelyn never interacted with him. He would try to make some conversations but she would give him a wide berth. She wouldn’t even look at him so talking was completely out of the picture. Grace put their differences to her best use and tried to build some strings with Dylan but all she faced was rejection.

Slowly the painful week came to an end. Evelyn remained true to her words and led the project perfectly. She was successful in winning hearts by the end and fulfilled the promise she made to Theodore. So, as a compliment of thanks, he threw a party at his mansion and invited everyone. Evelyn had no will to attend it because she didn’t want to face Dylan anymore who was trying his best to capture her attention. All she wanted was to just pack her bags and go back home, to her loved ones where he can’t touch her.

But Dylan knew that she was not trying to escape him rather she was trying to escape the truth that she still loves him.

Evelyn was wearing a shimmery dark maroon sleeveless gown with a round neck. Her brown locks were styled into a messy bun with a few rogue strands kissing her rosy cheeks. She wore her silver set today that Maria has packed for her. The eyeshadow made her eyes look more appealing and enchanting. Painting her lips, she placed the lipstick on the dresser counter and stared at her reflection. Unlike today her eyes lacked luster and vividness. She was looking extremely gorgeous but deep down she knew it was all the magic of the makeup because her light had disappeared. Evelyn wasn’t happy, in fact, she was tormenting herself by turning Dylan down but kept convincing herself that it was for the best.

Her heels clanked as she walked to the nightstand and retrieved her phone to check for any call from Xander. She had lost his number and was well aware that it was Dylan’s work but surprisingly Xander also never contacted her. It was so unusual and completely unexpected when she had an overprotective mother. Moreover, neither Maria nor his father called her once during her entire stay in the French land.

An unsettling feeling writhed her chest. Was something wrong?

Her chain of thoughts got interrupted by the creak of the door. Evelyn stiffened as she knew who sneaked inside. Nervousness nipped her spine turning her hands clammy because that dominating and forbidding aura soon swathed the room turning the air denser and more intense. Evelyn didn’t dare turn around and grabbed her purse before stuffing her phone inside it.

“You ready beautiful?”

His masculine baritone made her heart jump. She clutched her purse digging her nails not concerned that she was ruining her perfectly manicured nails.

The person who makes her heart beat crazily was standing in front of her, dressed up in an impeccable Armani suit.

Dylan sized her from head to toe. That red gown hugged her voluptuous figure so slickly that he could make out her every dip and curve. His eyes lingered on her bare back as the gown was backless and then at the long slit on her thigh. His jaw hardened, and blood rushed down his groin watching the seductress who was still not meeting his eyes.

Evelyn felt him coming closer so she quickly zipped her purse and turned to leave but got bumped into his hard chest in the process. Dylan was standing right in front of her.

“I am sorry.” She spoke in a steady tone and tried to slip away but he quickly caged her in between his arms by placing his palms on the dresser top.

“Don’t be a sweetheart.” He whispered in a deep voice and leaned closer to her lips, “I didn’t mind in fact it felt good.” He drawled out the last part in a sensual manner.

Evelyn looked away; a disconcerting look marred her face.

“Back off Dylan. I am getting late.” She spoke sternly and waited for him to move but when he didn’t, she whipped her head in his direction and found him staring at her.

“What? Back off!!” She growled, abandoning the civilized cloak but her eyes turn to the size of saucers when he suddenly pounced on her and slammed his lips on hers.

“Mmmff!!” Screaming in his mouth, she raised her hand to slap him but he caught it in midair and enveloped it in his large one before pinning it on the round mirror. Evelyn continued resisting, moving her head side by side when Dylan effortlessly picked her up from the ground by grabbing her rear. Brushing away her makeup kit, he set her on the table and then grabbed the back of her head.

Evelyn moaned as Dylan kissed her fervently, expressing his madness and want for her. Her resolve again started to shake but she kept holding onto it like a lifeline. Mustering up all her courage, she detached her lips and forced her head to the side.

“STOP IT!!′

She screamed her lungs out but her breath got caught up in her lungs when his fingers slithered up to her breast and pinched her hardened nipple. Horrified, Evelyn snapped her head and tried to push his hand away but then everything happened within a blink of an eye.

Before she could object, he grabbed the hem of her dress and tore it in half.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” Evelyn slapped his hands away and grabbed her torn dress to cover her exposed chest. Her eyes burned with hot tears as she glared at him but was shocked to see his stoic face. He held no regrets.

Enraged, she gave a hard blow to his toned chest.

“WHY THE HELL YOU DO THAT?”

“Because I don’t want you to wear this sluttish dress.” He remarked.

Her jaw dropped. The audacity he has.

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

Now Evelyn lost all her mind. Hot pulsating rage flooded her body like molten lava. Pushing him away, she jumped from the counter while clutching her ripped gown and shot him a death glare.

“Who do you think you are? Just because I am quiet, you think you can do anything you want. Didn’t I warn you not to mistake my silence as weakness?” She continued screaming at him while Dylan turned his heels and grabbed the paper bag from the bed. She was consumed by so much fear that she missed it in his hands. Collecting it, Dylan then strutted to her and handed her that.

“Here, wear it.”

Evelyn dropped her gaze to his hand and then back at him.

*Thud*

His face got turned to the side as she slapped him hard and tossed away the bag. Dylan clenched his jaw, fury slowly started grating his nerves.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!!” Evelyn yelled while tears rolled down her eyes. She was offended but more importantly, she was hurt. Since the day she arrived here, she was trapped in the middle of her mind and heart which were making it difficult for her to take a decision. But Dylan understood her plight.

Evelyn didn’t express it but appreciated the way he respected her privacy. Yes, he wandered around her like a bee during the daytime but by the time they both retired to their rooms, he never disturbed her. That made her recall Brandon’s words. Dylan was indeed changing as she tried so hard to find any traces of that old narcissistic and egomaniacal self but found none. And by that, Dylan had succeeded in lighting a small candle of hope inside her. Somewhere in that barren garden, he was slowly blossoming a small flower but as the saying goes, a leopard can’t change its spots.

Heaving a deep breath, Dylan flipped his gaze back to her. Guilt flogged him watching her face covered in tears. Despite her resistance, he walked closer and gripped her firmly.

“You need to wear it.” He rasped in a thick voice that demanded no objection. But Evelyn wasn’t ready to kneel.

“No, I won’t.” She spat and jerked his hand away. “I want you to leave right now.”

“Sorry, can’t do that.” Dylan shrugged his shoulders and nestled his hands in the pockets of his pants. His attitude irked her. Evelyn knew she can’t scream because his men were stationed outside. One of the perks of spending so much time with a mafia but a fact also accompanied that she can’t defy him.

Soon that rage, helplessness, and frustration snowballed and took a toll on her mind, turning off her sanity.

Dylan watched her with a frown but soon a shock appeared on his face when Evelyn dropped her dress that pooled down to her waist exposing her upper part.

“Fine, then I will go like this.” She spoke with a straight face.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dylan immediately grabbed her ripped gown and covered her bare bosoms. Evelyn jerked away from his hold.

“Why not? You ripped my gown without my permission and I refuse to accept the dress you bought for me.” She spat.

“Then fucking wear something else.” Dylan snarled; despising the disgust in her eyes that was clearly directed at him. Her tears moved his heart and slowly the realization sank in that he had indeed crossed a line this time.

“No, I won’t. I bought this dress, all right? I didn’t spend your money so you had no fucking right to tear it. I am not your wife anymore. Hell, I am not yours anymore. I am done and I want out of this relationship.”

All the emotions that she had bottled inside finally exploded. Dylan on the other hand remained rooted on the spot. Her every word stabbed his heart like a barbed wire. He hadn’t expected a day like this would come.

Everything was going so perfectly then why he had to mess things up?

“I am sick and tired of you. I want a divorce.” Evelyn reiterated.

Dylan shook his head but as soon as he heard the last part his face contoured to rage.

She was demanding a divorce? She wanted out of this relationship.

Away from him.

And back to Xander.

The fear in his eyes transformed into madness. Grabbing her throat, he slammed her into the wall taking her off-guard. Evelyn gaped, her eyes rounded in shock. But unlike her, those empty dark pools devoid of any emotion stared at her blankly. The throbbing vein on his forehead and the way his breathing was hard and warm was clear sign that it wouldn’t end well with her.

Evelyn shuddered, a bone-chilling fear paralyzed her limbs as he inched closer to her face.

“Take that back.” His voice dripped with menace. Evelyn remained frozen, her mouth turned parched. She opened her mouth to repeat those same words but apart from gasps, nothing escaped her mouth. She was frightened to the bone.

“Take that back.” Dylan again threatened her, this time a bit louder.

Evelyn closed her eyes, flinging back a little when he sneered in her face. Her throat clogged up, and the tip of her nose tingled. The girl was close to crying but she drank in her tears.

What he did today was unacceptable and unforgivable. She can’t condone his every act and open gates for him to exercise more authority over her. He needs to understand his limits. Opening her eyes, she shot him a glare making him madder.

“No. I want a divorce.”

She gritted while meeting his heated glare.

Dylan heaved a guttural growl. A yelp escaped her mouth when he tightened his hold around her fragile neck. Evelyn feared he would crush her windpipe. But a violent jolt of horror spiraled up her spine when he tilted his head and flashed her a cynical smile.

“As if I would give you.” He seethed; red streaks covered his eyes. The man looked demented.

Evelyn clenched her fists, holding his gaze was no lesser than pushing a mountain but backing down wasn’t an option today.

But then he released her. Evelyn covered her body quickly with the gown, raising her perfect arched eyebrows. She never expected him to back off.

Surprised, she silently analyzed him but the fear never left her mind because Dylan was smirking at her the whole time. There was a challenging glint in his eyes, something sinister cooking inside his agile mind. His bizarre behavior gave rise to numerous questions inside her mind but she stayed quiet and huddled closer to the wall. The freezing air from the air-conditioner was piecing her body like needles but that didn’t last longer when Dylan removed his suit and covered her.

“No need-”

“Sshh” Dylan shushed her and wrapped the coat around her trembling figure. Evelyn snuck a glance at him, still not trusting that ticking bomb. The man confuses her, one moment he is raging like a bull and the next moment he would be back to his caring side.

Unable to curb her curiosity, she asked him, “What side of you is real?”

Dylan who was busy fastening the buttons of his suit halted. A deafening silence followed, Evelyn eagerly waited for his response. Her anxious eyes flitted from his lips to his eyes and that’s when Dylan whipped his gaze at her. Evelyn almost jumped to watch yearning and endless love swarming in them.

How can a person switch his personality in a flash of an eye?

Raising his head, Dylan cupped her face. She immediately pulled her guard fearing he would kiss her again but Dylan surprised her as he simply sighed and rested his forehead against hers.

“I am sorry,” he apologized with his eyes closed, making sure to sound as sincere as possible.

Evelyn stared at him bewildered. But soon her face scrunched in annoyance. She forcefully turned her head to the side.

“Everything has a limit. I agree we make mistakes and are liable to get punished. Then we apologize and move on. But we need to learn from mistakes not repeat it again and again.” She castigated him. Dylan said nothing, he had no words to justify his deeds.

Hearing no response, she looked at him, “I kept convincing myself that you are bad news yet I can’t stay away from you. You kissed me and I let you. You touched me, and I gave in to you. Not because you’re my husband Dylan but because there is a part of me that still trusts you.”

Dylan instantly shot his head up. A look of disbelief entered his eyes but soon it transformed to regret when he noticed how broken she looked. She was deeply hurt and it was killing him.

“I am not afraid of anything today because I want to lift this burden. I know if I don’t say it today, I will never get a chance to confess my feelings to you.” Evelyn spoke earnestly and leaned closer to him. Dylan was astounded but still, he controlled himself and waited for her to continue.

“I had always loved you, Dylan,” Evelyn finally disclosed her true feelings.