Deep love: insatiable lover

Brisa looked at the other man with disdain.

In her eyes, only her Dylan was the best man in this world. Apart from Dylan, no man had the slightest charm in front of her.

The man in front of her who had come to accost her only disgusted her.

-Go away and stay away from me.

-Why the palaver? I know you must need me especially because I can listen to you. You can tell me all your complaints, all your grievances, and maybe I can help you.

The other man said, approaching again, his eyes gazing seductively at Brisa.

-Who are you? Who the hell are you?

Brisa was furious, she was already in a bad mood because of Dylan and now that she was being picked on, her temper flared. Those around her who heard her talk like this looked at her with veiled, sympathetic eyes.

However, the man who had been scolded laughed lightly in disbelief and even took the initiative to introduce himself by name.

-Remember, my name is Roberto Donel. One day you will come to me of your own free will.

-Dream on!

Brisa rolled her eyes, she couldn’t remember her companion’s name, let alone think that she would be introducing herself to him. Pulling the money clip off her bouncer and pulling a wad of cash out of it, slamming it directly on the bar, Brisa stood up and staggered out of the crowd.

Roberto turned around, squinting to see Brisa’s fading back.

The corners of his lips were always curved and there was a sickly glint in his eyes, like a viper hiding in a corner.

Those who were targeted were not destined to do well.

The idea of drinking and blowing off steam was ruined and Brisa was furious and wanted to do something more exciting. Only the bodyguards didn’t give her the chance, and she was caught by a bouncer who approached her as soon as she left the bar.

-Miss Brisa, please come back to us.

-Don’t touch me.

Brisa said with disgust, as if the man was a dirty thing.

The bodyguard did not let go, ignoring her struggles and screams, he simply grabbed her and got into the car and drove off.

Shortly after the car drove away, the man standing next to him turned and pushed the door of the bar and entered.

He told Roberto exactly what he had seen.

-Did the caretaker take him away by force? From the looks of him, you can tell he’s not a simple person. But it’s arrogant rich girls like that that are the most fun, aren’t they?

Roberto slowly curved his human lips into a creepy smile.

Great, he liked things to be challenging and exciting.

-Sir, Miss Brisa has been taken to our flat.

Dylan hung up the phone with a hmph.

Dropping the phone on the passenger seat, Dylan lit a cigarette and stared intently, eyebrows furrowed, at the brightly lit bedroom not far away.

That was Vanessa’s room.

Yes, he was now outside the Cazalla family villa, and the car was parked right in front of Vanessa’s bedroom. He didn’t know why he had done it, he had just been driving when he had come to his senses.

I didn’t know if Vanessa was already asleep, let alone what I could see looking out of her bedroom window like a fool.

But the strangest thing was that even looking at a window like this, Dylan’s heart was at peace.

It was a strange feeling.

After one cigarette, Dylan didn’t touch the rest. He just leaned over the steering wheel and stared at Vanessa’s room.

The bedroom.

Vanessa had just come out of the bathroom, having accidentally worked too long in the studio, which had caused her to stay up so late.

His hair was still damp and Vanessa didn’t want to use the hairdryer. As she passed the balcony, she didn’t know what was wrong, but unconsciously she approached him.

Pulling aside the curtains, Vanessa went to the balcony.

The night breeze was a bit chilly and he couldn’t help but pull his clothes tighter around his body.

In the car, Dylan sat down abruptly.

His dark eyes did not blink as he looked at Vanessa, fearing that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

It had only been a few days, but it felt like years.

Looking greedily at his face, Dylan felt he couldn’t get enough.

He wanted to be in front of her, to hold in his arms the woman he had always wanted, to kiss her face, to embrace her body, to possess her again and again!

“Why do I have the feeling that I am being watched?

Vanessa frowned, but looked around and saw nothing suspicious.

“Is it just my imagination? I’m not sure.

As Vanessa looked around, Dylan instinctively leaned over the steering wheel. Even though he knew Vanessa couldn’t see him, he unconsciously tried to hide.

It’s funny that Dylan is afraid to see people sometimes.

Vanessa waited until her hair was half dry, then turned around and went back into the bedroom and drew the curtains.

The person I had longed for was gone, out of sight.

Dylan couldn’t tell how lost and saddened he felt.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly and reluctantly looked into Vanessa’s bedroom.

It was the blink of an eye, and the whole night had passed.

Dylan drove away at dawn so as not to be discovered. Back at the villa, he showered and changed, then headed off to pick up Brisa.

He was now desperate to see Vanessa.

-Dylan!

Brisa looked at Dylan with a delighted look, but gradually withdrew her smile at his cold stare and bit her lip to look at him with resignation.

Dylan, however, did not see it and with a frown of impatience he looked at his watch.

-Have you eaten yet? Come on, have you eaten?

-I haven’t had breakfast yet.

Brisa said accusingly.

Was he going to apologise to Vanessa and not even be allowed to have breakfast?

-Eat quickly,” said Dylan impatiently, frowning.

Brisa bit her lip to death, she wanted to lose her temper, to scream, and she restrained herself so as not to make Dylan angry again.

Sitting at the table, Brisa ate slowly and deliberately, unable to count every grain of rice.

To save time, he had to eat rice early in the morning.

Dylan sat in the living room, glancing at his watch from time to time.

It had been an hour’s wait.

-Come on.

Brisa wanted to do something to entertain herself a little longer, but she met Dylan’s sharp, brooding gaze and gave in immediately.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

All the way, Brisa turned her head to look out of the car window, her heart filled with resentment and discontent.

I didn’t want to see that bitch Vanessa at all, let alone apologise to her.

Brisa was the daughter of the Loez family, and that bitch Vanessa was nothing! A simple Cazalla family, not even a corner of the Loez family, who was she to apologise!

-Get off.

The car had reached the Cazalla family as Brisa walked away resentfully.

Dylan said in a cold voice.

Brisa reluctantly got out of the car and followed Dylan’s side towards the Cazalla family.

Naturally, the maid did not dare open the door and let them in, but asked Dylan what he wanted to do before saying she had to report and left.