Chapter 37: The Day and Night Afterwards

Dylan opened his eyes and realized his face was in a pile of black hair. He smelled the hair and he knew it was Teresa. He pulled his face from the hair and kissed her head. He rubbed her naked waist with his bare hands and she rolled over to face him.

"Good morning beautiful."

"Good morning." She replied with a huge smile and a kiss to finish it.

"Are you okay this morning?"

"Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. Just checking after our little rendezvous last night."

She laughed, "I couldn't be better."

"Oh really?" He replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah." She said with a smirk on her face.

"I bet you I could make it better."

"What did you have in mind?"

She giggled as Dylan laid his body on hers and started to make love to her again. As Dylan kissed her neck she rubbed his chest and thought of Fox. She shook the images of Fox from her head and said to herself, "You have to forget about Fox. You're with Dylan now, he's the one making love to you."

Dylan started to work her hard and she kept thinking of Fox working her like he used to. Every movement, kiss, or breath that Dylan made reminded her of Fox. Dylan noticed she wasn't paying much attention to all his hard work so he said, "Is this not good enough?"

She looked at him, "No, Fox. You're amazing."

Dylan stared at her, "What?"

"I said you're amazing Fox," her mouth widened once she heard herself, "Oh no! Dylan! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Dylan was pissed. He didn't say anything. He locked his eyes on Teresa's as she said her millions of apologies and his eyes filled with tears. He "pulled out" of her and said, "Excuse me. I can't be in here with you right now."
With that remark he left the house for the rest of the day.

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Teresa had cooked dinner and put the kids to bed early as she waited for Dylan to come back home. She heard the front door open and footsteps. Dylan walked into the kitchen and said nothing. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Teresa sitting at the table. She started to rise from the table but he put his hand up and shook his head to signal for her not to come over. She nodded and sat back down. She spoke up, "I made dinner. It's on the stove if you want any."

Dylan walked over to the stove and opened the pot. He started to put some food on a plate when Teresa started to talk again, "About earlier Dylan. I'm so sorry."

Dylan looked at her and once again put his hand up and shook his head. She replied, "We can't avoid the subject if we live together Dylan!"

He put the plate down on the table across from Teresa and said, "We can avoid it and we will avoid it until I see fit."

"Since when do you make the rules?"

"Since you called me Fox."

Teresa was silenced and Dylan carried his food and a beer outside to the deck by the pool.

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Teresa laid under the covers for hours waiting for Dylan to come to bed. She started to talk to herself, "You really did it this time Teresa. How could you call him Fox? If he only knew how much he meant to you . . ."

The door creaked and Dylan walked in. He looked over to Teresa on the bed and she pretended to be asleep. She heard him open some drawers on the bureau and get changed for bed. He climbed into bed next to her and didn't face her. He was on his side and Teresa didn't dare to move or say a word. She knew she had messed up and she knew she had to fix it, but something had happened that day that she wanted to Dylan to know about so she spoke up, "I spoke with him today."

"Who?"

"Fox."

"What?"

"He called."

"What did he say?"

"Are you ready for this? He said that Alistair had him kidnapped and the whole time that we thought he was trying to kill us . . . it wasn't him."

"He said that?" Dylan turned to face Teresa as she turned the bedside lamp on.

"Yeah. He said that Alistair has him somewhere in a huge room with TV screens that monitor our every move. He's seen everything. Apparently, Fox was going to propose to me and Alistair didn't want him to. Fox refused to listen and now he's being played by a double who is supposed to drive me away."

"Are you serious? Do you actually believe that?"

"Yes. Dylan you should have heard how the conversation ended."

"How?"

"He told me he loved me and the girls and he started to scream 'don't hurt me' and a gunshot went off."

"Was he shot?"

"Sounded like it."

"I don't believe that. That's crazy."

"I believe it."

"Of course you do."

"Dylan . . ."

"I don't want to hear it. Teresa, if you believe that Fox is being held hostage then you have the right to.

"What if he really is being held hostage and we don't do anything about it?"

"What do you want me to do then?"

"Stop acting like this Dylan. Fox is your best friend."

"I know and here I am having a little rendezvous with his woman."

"I'm not his woman."

"Whatever."

"I'm yours."

Dylan stared at her with a straight face and before he knew it Teresa pushed her face into his and started to kiss him. Dylan pushed her off and said, "Stop it!"

"No!" She pushed him back onto the sheets and he laid there on his back as Teresa climbed onto him.

Dylan laughed, "Are you sure you won't call me Fox again if we get started?"

She smirked, "Promise. Just as long as you promise me something."

"And what's that?"

"That you'll look into this whole kidnapping thing for Fox."

"Teresa . . ."

"Dylan, please. If something is wrong I couldn't live with myself for not doing anything."

"Fine. I'll look into it."

"Promise?"

"Yes. I promise."

"Good." She kissed his lips and he gripped her hips and rolled them over. With Dylan looking down to Teresa he asked, "Do you want to?" He kissed her neck as she replied, "Yeah. I really do."

"Good." He replied as he slipped her nightgown over her head.

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Author Note: I've noticed some people are getting a bit feisty about Fox not being around so I'm letting him have small appearances until I tie him back into the storyline. Do you guys have any ideas for the story? If so, just hit the review button and tell me whatever it is b/c I do read each and every review.

Keep reading! Viki.