chapter one

The downpour of rain was becoming heavy by the minute. I was going to be really late and mom was going to be mad. She called earlier to remind me to leave work early but I wasn't ready to listen to any of it and here I am now, stuck in the rain. I wasn't really a family dinner person so I always loved to show up late.

My parents ain't rich but they don't joke with family. But for me, I loved my space but my sisters hated my guts. According to them, I'm the spoilt child who does whatever she wants without my parents complaining; the last child's privilege

I stood in front of a coffee shop half drenched by the rain. It's gonna be a long night which means I will get to work late tomorrow and the old grumpy Mr Peters is going to yell as always. Sometimes I even have to run two shifts just to get extra money.

A red Ferrari Enzo pulled up right in front of me.

"Oh God no" I rolled my eyes. The occupant rolled down the glass

"Come on Felly" he called out looking cute in the car. I scoffed and ran into the car. Dylan removed his jacket and wrapped it around me. Turning on the heater

"I'm fine," I said shrugging his hands off my shoulder "I never called you to come, " I said almost hissing

"Your mom did… I'm sorry I took too long" I rolled my eyes. Then it hit me

"Hold on. Did she invite you for family dinner?" I asked with an annoyed face.

He smiled in response. My mother is just too dramatic. My mother and Dylan's mother were high school besties down to college until Dylan's mother married the super-rich Billionaire Mr Thomas Hernandez and mom to my dad who obviously is an average man.

Dylan and I started off as friends, he was always there for me. He sent me gifts and always a shoulder to cry on after a break up with guys he warned me about until he confessed his feelings for me which isn't mutual on my side, I never told him that though. He is a billionaire and I am just a random girl. He didn't want me to work either but I didn't want that, and I loved the fact that he always respected my decision no matter how bad it sounded to him.

We pulled up in front of my parent's house. Dylan came down to open the door for me. We went into the house.

"Mom they are here" my cousin shouted across the house. Why does everyone have to be here?

My mother rushed out of the kitchen completely ignoring me as she went to hug Dylan. The house was filled up with my siblings. Hannah my eldest sister and her two daughters with her husband. Bradley the second eldest and only son, doesn't seem like he is getting married anytime soon. Fiona my immediate elder sister and her boyfriend Steve then my cousin Sasha. I guess the rest of the family members are waiting till Christmas Eve before showing up and bringing down the house.

I went upstairs to clean up.

I got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body…

"Shit!…" I exclaimed in shock. Dylan was seated on my bed. He is a really handsome guy with well-defined jaws and a broad chest. He wasn't really one to show off his wealth. He was humble.

"Why ain't you having dinner with the rest of the family" I asked drying out my hair.

"I wanted to take you downstairs, I know you always try to avoid family dinner". He smirked knowing I hated the fact that he knew me too well. He stood up and moved closer to me gently moving my hair over my shoulder, and placing a kiss on it. I inhaled sharply. He cupped my face in his hand staring at me straight in the night.

"Come home with me tonight" he planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I stepped back.

" I can't, I've got work tomorrow, not everyone is a billionaire" I mocked walking across the room to my wardrobe to get some clothes to wear.

" I'll drop you off at work in the morning "

"No…. "

"Why don't you want me to do that, you never even want me to come to your place of work.. are you ashamed of me?" He sounded serious. I sighed and walked over to him feeling guilty.

"You are a rich guy, so I don't want you coming looking fancy at my place of work so that Mr. Peters won't make me stop working extra shifts for the extra money because I have a rich boyfriend " I placed a kiss on his cheek smiling at him to release the tension.

"Come work for me then" he pulled me into his arm planting soft kisses from my shoulder to my neck.

"I don't want you bending me over the table every morning, " I said more in a whisper. He placed his hand on my breast squeezing them lightly. I let out a soft moan.

I might not love Dylan the way he loves me but his dick isn't something I would reject.

He placed his lips on mine kissing me and gently lifting me off the floor and placed me on the bed the towel left on the floor. I hurriedly pulled down his joggers. He probably had gotten home before my mom called for him to be dressed casually.

He put his finger inside me, stroking lightly then two fingers.

"Yes, baby…" I moaned trusting my hips with his finger. I removed his finger putting it in my mouth

"You are never not nasty" he whispered in my ear. He put his dick inside me thrusting gently. I pulled his hair feeling him deep inside of me

"Please don't stop" A moan escaped my lip. He thrust deeper while playing with my clit. I was a mess on the bed "I'm going to cum…." I managed to whisper….

The door flew open…

Shit!