Chapter 35: Not Good at the Romance Thing
Teresa had been sitting in her car for about twenty minutes thinking about if she should go into the house where Dylan was no doubt preparing to romance her. She started to talk to herself, "It doesn't feel right. I love Fox and he loves me. I didn't formally break up with Fox so technically being with Dylan is cheating on Fox. What am I going to do?"
Teresa's cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Teresa?"
"Whitney?"
"Hey, babe! What's up?"
"The sky I guess."
"Okay, what's wrong?"
"You know I took the kids and left Harmony with Dylan."
"Yeah."
"I told him to romance me."
"Oh boy."
"Yeah. Is it technically cheating on Fox if we formally didn't break up?"
"I guess so."
"I don't know what to do Whitney!"
"You are asking the wrong girl."
"I need to know your opinion though."
"Sweetie, what do you think about Dylan? What do you want to do?"
"I want to be with him. I really like him."
"Then go for it."
"Yeah, I think I will." ** ** ** ** **
Teresa closed the door to the house and all the lights were out. There was a table in the middle of the parlor with a single candle on it with a single, thornless rose and white card. She walked towards the table and picked the card up. She opened it and it read:
Teresa,
I'm not really good at the whole romancing thing so just play along. Anyway, why are you walking around in the dark? Walk up the stairs to the next candle.
Dylan.
She laughed and looked up to the top of the stairs and saw the next table with two candles and two roses. She walked up the stairs to read the next card:
Teresa,
Follow the candlelight to the next your final destination.
Dylan.
She picked up the two roses and walked to the next table in front of a bedroom door. She said, "I know where this is going." She opened the door and saw another table in the middle of the room with two candles and dinner on the table. She walked over to the table and Dylan called from a far, "May I?" He asked as he pulled the chair out for her. "Yes you may." She giggled.
They finished eating dinner and Dylan asked, "Teresa, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. What makes you think something's wrong?"
"The look on your face and your silence throughout the night."
"I'm just thinking."
"About Fox?"
"No."
"Yes."
"It's just that we didn't formally break up and now I'm here. With you. Alone."
"Teresa, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
"That's just the thing though. I want to."
"Then let me finish romancing you."
He held his hand out and she placed her hand in his. He rose from the table and she did as well and she followed him out to the balcony. She leaned against the railing and he leaned against her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder. "I'm not good at this, I know, but let me just finish what I started okay?"
"Okay."
They starred at the starlight sky together in silence. Every once and a while one of them would sigh loudly then everything would continue like before.
Teresa placed Dylan's arms on the railing and she turned around to face him. She pulled him close and said, "Kiss me."
And he did.
"Again."
And he did it again, but this time longer. He held her face close with one hand while the other was around her waist. They were lip locked for about ten minutes when Teresa heard a noise and pulled them a part.
"What was that?"
"What?"
"Didn't you hear that?"
"No."
"Listen."
Dylan listened for a couple of seconds then said, "Are you trying to come up with an excuse not kiss me because all you have to do is say don't kiss me."
"No, quiet! Listen."
She held his hand and walked backed into the bedroom. She whispered to him, "Close the doors to the balcony."
He quietly closed the doors and walked back to her in the middle of the room. She faced him and said, "Gotcha."
"Huh?"
"Kiss me . . . now."
"You tricked me?"
"I figured I should help you out with this whole romance thing."
Dylan laughed, "Good one." He held her face again and kissed her. She pulled him towards the bed. She laid her body down on the cold sheets and he laid his body against hers. She unbuttoned his shirt and rolled them over to kiss his chest. Dylan rolled them back over and started to kiss Teresa slowly down her neck and then Dylan heard a noise.
"Did you hear that?"
"Dylan, we're already in the bedroom together. You don't need to play with me anymore about noises."
"No, I'm being serious. It sounded like the door downstairs."
"I seriously doubt that."
Dylan looked down at Teresa below him and said, "I'm not kidding. Stay here while I check the hall."
"The whole macho thing may seem sexy to other girls but it's not working for me . . . since I'm already in your bed."
"I'm being serious."
"Okay. Go see then."
Dylan got off the bed and went towards the door. He slowly opened it and Teresa screamed as something hit Dylan across the head. She knew he was instantly knocked out and she had to defend herself.
A man walked into the bedroom and Teresa jumped off the bed and screamed, "Who the hell are you! Get out! Leave us alone."
The man flicked on the light and she screamed as she saw his face. It was Fox (Mark).
"Fox! What are you doing here?"
"Keeping my girl friend from cheating on me with my best friend. What does it look like?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Fox. We're done."
"No we aren't. Where are my daughters?"
"Far away from you!"
"Teresa, do you really want to fight me for custody of both of my children?"
"Lucia is my daughter and I have been raising Ariel as my own. The court will favor the mother you know that."
"I have a job and you don't. I could support those kids better than you ever could dream of."
"You are not taking my kids."
"Your kids? You must be mistaken Teresa. Lucia is your daughter, not Ariel."
"I don't care. I want them both as my daughters."
Fox started to walk closer to Teresa and she screamed, "Stay the hell away from me!"
"What's wrong? Dylan's not around to save you now is he?"
Teresa saw Dylan starting to stir on the floor. She knew she had to keep Fox away from Dylan until he could defend himself.
"I don't need Dylan to defend me."
"That's funny."
Teresa saw Dylan looking on the floor to grab something to hit Fox with.
"Look, don't hurt me."
"What makes you think I want to hurt you beautiful?"
"The look in your eyes."
"Don't give me any ideas."
"I wasn't."
Dylan picked up a fire poker from besides the fire place a wacked Fox across the back. Fox fell the ground and Teresa screamed. Dylan grabbed her hand, her purse, his shirt, and the car keys and ran from the room. They ran down the stairs and got into the car. Dylan hopped into the drivers seat and started the car and looked at Teresa and said, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Dylan started to check her body in search of bruises, "He didn't hurt you did he?"
"No. Don't worry about that now though. We need to get the kids and get out of here, fast."
"I agree." They kissed and Dylan quickly got to the nanny's house and called for the private jet while Teresa got the kids ready to leave.
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Once they were in the jet Teresa put the kids to sleep in the plane and fell asleep on Dylan's arm. Dylan kissed Teresa's head and said, "I told you I wasn't good at the romance thing."
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Teresa had been sitting in her car for about twenty minutes thinking about if she should go into the house where Dylan was no doubt preparing to romance her. She started to talk to herself, "It doesn't feel right. I love Fox and he loves me. I didn't formally break up with Fox so technically being with Dylan is cheating on Fox. What am I going to do?"
Teresa's cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Teresa?"
"Whitney?"
"Hey, babe! What's up?"
"The sky I guess."
"Okay, what's wrong?"
"You know I took the kids and left Harmony with Dylan."
"Yeah."
"I told him to romance me."
"Oh boy."
"Yeah. Is it technically cheating on Fox if we formally didn't break up?"
"I guess so."
"I don't know what to do Whitney!"
"You are asking the wrong girl."
"I need to know your opinion though."
"Sweetie, what do you think about Dylan? What do you want to do?"
"I want to be with him. I really like him."
"Then go for it."
"Yeah, I think I will." ** ** ** ** **
Teresa closed the door to the house and all the lights were out. There was a table in the middle of the parlor with a single candle on it with a single, thornless rose and white card. She walked towards the table and picked the card up. She opened it and it read:
Teresa,
I'm not really good at the whole romancing thing so just play along. Anyway, why are you walking around in the dark? Walk up the stairs to the next candle.
Dylan.
She laughed and looked up to the top of the stairs and saw the next table with two candles and two roses. She walked up the stairs to read the next card:
Teresa,
Follow the candlelight to the next your final destination.
Dylan.
She picked up the two roses and walked to the next table in front of a bedroom door. She said, "I know where this is going." She opened the door and saw another table in the middle of the room with two candles and dinner on the table. She walked over to the table and Dylan called from a far, "May I?" He asked as he pulled the chair out for her. "Yes you may." She giggled.
They finished eating dinner and Dylan asked, "Teresa, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. What makes you think something's wrong?"
"The look on your face and your silence throughout the night."
"I'm just thinking."
"About Fox?"
"No."
"Yes."
"It's just that we didn't formally break up and now I'm here. With you. Alone."
"Teresa, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
"That's just the thing though. I want to."
"Then let me finish romancing you."
He held his hand out and she placed her hand in his. He rose from the table and she did as well and she followed him out to the balcony. She leaned against the railing and he leaned against her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder. "I'm not good at this, I know, but let me just finish what I started okay?"
"Okay."
They starred at the starlight sky together in silence. Every once and a while one of them would sigh loudly then everything would continue like before.
Teresa placed Dylan's arms on the railing and she turned around to face him. She pulled him close and said, "Kiss me."
And he did.
"Again."
And he did it again, but this time longer. He held her face close with one hand while the other was around her waist. They were lip locked for about ten minutes when Teresa heard a noise and pulled them a part.
"What was that?"
"What?"
"Didn't you hear that?"
"No."
"Listen."
Dylan listened for a couple of seconds then said, "Are you trying to come up with an excuse not kiss me because all you have to do is say don't kiss me."
"No, quiet! Listen."
She held his hand and walked backed into the bedroom. She whispered to him, "Close the doors to the balcony."
He quietly closed the doors and walked back to her in the middle of the room. She faced him and said, "Gotcha."
"Huh?"
"Kiss me . . . now."
"You tricked me?"
"I figured I should help you out with this whole romance thing."
Dylan laughed, "Good one." He held her face again and kissed her. She pulled him towards the bed. She laid her body down on the cold sheets and he laid his body against hers. She unbuttoned his shirt and rolled them over to kiss his chest. Dylan rolled them back over and started to kiss Teresa slowly down her neck and then Dylan heard a noise.
"Did you hear that?"
"Dylan, we're already in the bedroom together. You don't need to play with me anymore about noises."
"No, I'm being serious. It sounded like the door downstairs."
"I seriously doubt that."
Dylan looked down at Teresa below him and said, "I'm not kidding. Stay here while I check the hall."
"The whole macho thing may seem sexy to other girls but it's not working for me . . . since I'm already in your bed."
"I'm being serious."
"Okay. Go see then."
Dylan got off the bed and went towards the door. He slowly opened it and Teresa screamed as something hit Dylan across the head. She knew he was instantly knocked out and she had to defend herself.
A man walked into the bedroom and Teresa jumped off the bed and screamed, "Who the hell are you! Get out! Leave us alone."
The man flicked on the light and she screamed as she saw his face. It was Fox (Mark).
"Fox! What are you doing here?"
"Keeping my girl friend from cheating on me with my best friend. What does it look like?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Fox. We're done."
"No we aren't. Where are my daughters?"
"Far away from you!"
"Teresa, do you really want to fight me for custody of both of my children?"
"Lucia is my daughter and I have been raising Ariel as my own. The court will favor the mother you know that."
"I have a job and you don't. I could support those kids better than you ever could dream of."
"You are not taking my kids."
"Your kids? You must be mistaken Teresa. Lucia is your daughter, not Ariel."
"I don't care. I want them both as my daughters."
Fox started to walk closer to Teresa and she screamed, "Stay the hell away from me!"
"What's wrong? Dylan's not around to save you now is he?"
Teresa saw Dylan starting to stir on the floor. She knew she had to keep Fox away from Dylan until he could defend himself.
"I don't need Dylan to defend me."
"That's funny."
Teresa saw Dylan looking on the floor to grab something to hit Fox with.
"Look, don't hurt me."
"What makes you think I want to hurt you beautiful?"
"The look in your eyes."
"Don't give me any ideas."
"I wasn't."
Dylan picked up a fire poker from besides the fire place a wacked Fox across the back. Fox fell the ground and Teresa screamed. Dylan grabbed her hand, her purse, his shirt, and the car keys and ran from the room. They ran down the stairs and got into the car. Dylan hopped into the drivers seat and started the car and looked at Teresa and said, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Dylan started to check her body in search of bruises, "He didn't hurt you did he?"
"No. Don't worry about that now though. We need to get the kids and get out of here, fast."
"I agree." They kissed and Dylan quickly got to the nanny's house and called for the private jet while Teresa got the kids ready to leave.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Once they were in the jet Teresa put the kids to sleep in the plane and fell asleep on Dylan's arm. Dylan kissed Teresa's head and said, "I told you I wasn't good at the romance thing."
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