A Surprise Visitor Part 2

"What are you talking about?" Asked Dylan, trying to take a look around to see, if she saw something that could potentially reveal his lies. I smiled at Kizzy nervously and looked at Dylan, trying to ask him to keep calm. "Oh! You silly boy! I found your girl! Your choice is amazing this one time." She said as she threw her hands around his neck.

Dylan looked at me, still quite unsure of the scenario. "How was your day, daddy?" I asked. Kizzy shots a look at me and then Dylan, making me realize that this was not what he meant when he said to call him in public. "Daddy?" Kizzy repeated and looked up at Dylan. He looked at me and then her in confusion without knowing what to say.

"I think it's cute; you both look so cute together. A short girl does look hot with tall men!" Kizzy said, pushing Dylan to me making us stand close to each other. Dylan looked down at me, making me unconsciously wet my lips. As I took a sharp intake of breath, I smelt his cologne, making my heart race. "Why didn't you tell me? That you are going to meet her? You will have to stop being so patronizing, Kiz!" Dylan said. I kept staring at his face as though I was counting his facial hair.

"Nobody is patronizing anyone, Dyl! You said she was hurt. It is a normal courtesy in our family to come to see those who we care about, especially when they are hurt." She said, smiling at me, which made me turn my gaze away from his face awkwardly. Dylan accepted his defeat to his elder sister's argument, "Anyways, I think we both should go home, Meg has work tomorrow, and she needs rest before that, right babe?" he said and looked down at me. His hands were over my shoulder, where I felt a little squeeze, which meant I had to agree to whatever he was saying.

"Oh yeah! I have work tomorrow. Absolutely." I said, looking at Dylan. "It just 8 PM, Meg! Let me order some food, we can have our dinner here and then go. Right, Dyl?" Kizzy said, already picking up her phone, ready to order food. Dylan's face was tense, and he kept passing looks at me as though I did something wrong. I didn't understand what was the dynamics between these two at all. "Can I talk to you for a second?" I whispered to Dylan as Kizzy got distracted with the food selection part.

"Okay!" Dylan said as we were about to walk into the bedroom, Kizzy stops us and asks, "I am getting pasta for myself; what do you two want other than what you are going to do inside?" Kizzy teased, making us look at each other for a second. "Anything will do, and you?" Dylan asked, to which I just shrugged. Kizzy shrugged in response and muttered, "love birds" under her breath. I enter the bedroom, followed by Dylan, and he closes the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. Dylan was panting as though he went for a run or something. " I don't know. What are you doing? Did she find out? Why were you not picking calls?" Dylan asked in one breath, and I sensed he is about to have a slight panic attack.

I rubbed his chest so he could calm down and said, "everything is going great. At first, I thought that she was investigating me for some crime, but then she eased in. Now, it's all good." He was confused, I could say from his expression, but his heart rate was coming back to normal.

"That's good, but don't fully trust her. Like said, she will need more drama to be fully convinced. She knows me pretty well." Dylan said, looking like a kid who broke a vase and is pretending that he didn't. "Okay, so since she is already convinced, we just have to make it more realistic." I said to Dylan, to which he shot a side-eye at me and asked, "do you have experience doing this?"

"What? No!" I slapped his arm, dismissing his sarcastic joke. "So, this doesn't look that good that we are plotting in a room leaving her out. What should we do?" He asked. I thought for a second, and I knew what exactly to do.

"Let me go, daddy! Your sister is right outside. Please, we can't do this now. Control yourself, daddy!" I started blustering, making Dylan look at me as though I went nuts. Then, as he grabbed what I was trying to do, he covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud.

I disheveled my hair and tucked out my tee out of my shorts. I looked at Dylan and realized he looked too neat so, I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed him to the wall, pulling out his shirt. He giggled and said, "Don't eat me!" I was done with his stupid jokes so I shook my head, rolling my eyes as I continued trying to make him look less neat.

He still looked neat, to my surprise. I snapped open a few buttons of his shirt from the top. I realize he also was as turned on as I was by all this. I froze as I felt his right hand run through my hair slowly, to touch my face and then my neck. Our eyes locked, and we both knew the things that were happening in our heads were far too more advanced than what we're going to pretend.

He traced his hand down to my chest without really touching my skin, making all the hairs on my body stand straight. He pushed me gently, holding my shoulder, came closer to my ear and whispered, "action!" and walked out of the room, leaving me in complete desperation.

I walked out after giving myself a minute. Kizzy was sitting on the couch, teasing Dylan; she looked at me as I walked in and started blushing. I felt a little weird that she was his sister, and giving her sexually suggestive context about us was seemingly inappropriate. Dylan looked at me with a piercing smile, which made my cheeks and many other places feel a burning sensation.

Our food arrived in another ten minutes as we all sat down to eat, still acting as much we could to be most madly in love couple of the town. She kept praising how we looked together as a couple. I was pretty sure that she was more than convinced about our relationship status.

We were at the dining table as we ate our food peacefully that Kizzy asked us a question, leaving us speechless for a minute. "So when are you both getting married? Or is this just a bang-bang relationship?"

Dylan looked at me, I could sense his panic attack was returning, and I had to think of something to avert the next impending danger. "Umm... we are still getting to know each other. We plan to have a stronger committed relationship as we go forward, but as of now, we don't have a timeline."

Kizzy smiled at both of us with an understanding nod. I looked at Dylan with my eyes wide open, asking him to divert the topic somewhere else. But before he could speak, his sister was already on her next missile, ready to be launched. "I heard you were taking her to the charity event. I am glad you will have someone to take around from now on. Will you be bringing her for the anniversary too, Dyl?"

I thought she should give some break before launching missiles after missiles at Dylan, to at least recover. Dylan was again panic-stricken, but this time I had no idea how to save the day as I had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh yeah! Anniversary, sure! She will come with me." He said and looked at me; it was pretty common for us to talk with eyes from the last few days. He always understood what I was trying to say with my eyes. I wondered if he realized that or not.

I eyed him questioningly, asking 'what anniversary'; He blinked his eyes at me, suggesting he will explain to me later. I felt good, for some reason, for having found someone with whom I could experience those things I always wanted to feel. Those magically erotic moments, the weird emotions that rose in my heart every time I heard his voice or his name from someone, that anxiety filled moments when I'm so close to him. And that fact that I couldn't have him was more attractive than I thought.

We finished our dinner, and Kizzy picked up her coat and purse, preparing to leave. "I had a wonderful time, Meg! I think I will see you often from now on." She said and threw in a hug. I looked at Dylan and smiled as I held his sister closely. He smiled back, and I knew he was saying thank you at that moment as he knew all this was working, assuring his success.

They walked to the door, as Kizzy kept repeating how wonderful her day went. As soon as Kizzy was out of the door, Dylan turned around and took me into a tight hug. "You're amazing!" he whispered into my ears. I blushed, burying my face into his neck, taking in his natural scent as though I was drinking from a forbidden chalice of nectar. He cupped my neck from behind, and our lips draw into each other, making me throw myself against him, unaware of where we were or who was watching us.

We pulled away from our magnetic endearment as we heard Kizzy clearing her throat awkwardly from down the corridor waiting for the elevator. "Goodnight, Meg!" Dylan's voice deep and softer than usual, which made me look up at him, but no words came out. He pulled back and started walking towards his sister, who was holding the elevator door for him now. She gave me one last smile before they were completely out of my sight.

I closed the door behind me, trying to calm myself down and the increasing heat that I was feeling for that man who I possibly shouldn't be feeling all this. I blushed and smiled at the thought of how much he also would be controlling himself so he could keep the integrity of this relationship we had. He is a good man. I walked back into my room, still immersed in his thoughts.

I couldn't wait for the charity event. I wanted to be with him again. I felt bittersweet looking at his side of the bed where he slept last night. I curled up on that side, smelling the sheets, trying to remember that same smell which I caught when my face was deep in his neck. I knew for a fact that I loved him, and I have no control over it anymore.