LOGINRebecca Wylie sat on the bar stool sipping a cold beer wailing in the misery of how her old relationship ended. A stranger pulled a seat next to hers, but she barely noticed him. "Tough day huh? He asked and took a swig of the pale amber liquid in his glass. "Love sucks" she simply replied without meeting his gaze. "I'd rather be single all my life" she said in a soft angelic voice. The stranger cocked a brow in surprise. "So you'll never get married? He asked curiously. She shrugged and sipped her beer. " I guess so" she murmurs. His mouth curved into a seductive smile. "We'll see about that" he said in a half whisper. She turned her head to the side and gazed into his piercing attic blue eyes. His mouth curved into a charming smile as he stretched out his hand. "Hi am Dylan Anders." She felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
View MoreI could feel my heart swelling up with so much affection for Dylan he wasn't like Ethan and he will never be like him. A painful sob escaped my lips and I bury my head in the crook of his shoulder sinking deeper into his embrace.He was truly here holding me he wasn't just a fragment of my imagination."Hush Rebekah don't cry" he whispers softly while he tightened his manly grip around my waist.I nod tearfully." Rebekah am always going to be here for you in bad and good times you are not alone. Just let go of the past let me show you how good it can be between us. Just give me a chance to prove to you that am worthy of your love."I closed my eyes feeling His warm body against mine. He made me feel like I mattered and I was happy with him. Dylan was my strength and I don't know if I could ever live without him in my life."I want to give this a try Dee I want to start afresh and be happy with you" I mutter softly.And his lips curve into a
A month later.Dylan had suggested that we spend some fun in the sun at the beach. I decided to wear a black bikini that showed off my curves.And I let my long curly black hair cascade down my back.Dylan was dressed in some green shorts that showed off his legs. His muscles gleaming in the sunshine.He looked hot.All the girls kept winking at him I couldn't help but feel pang of jealousy.He was my best friend why was it bugging me that all the girls we're checking him out?"You look disturbed what's wrong with you?" He asked curiously."Nothing" I muttered rudely."Did I do something wrong Rebekah?" He asked once more.I shook my head negativly.He places his hand on my forehead and I frown at him."You feel feverish maybe we should since you seem to be in a bad mood of all a sudden" he says quietly."Dylan stop it
"If you tell me I promise I won't tell a living soul pinky promise" he whispers and I giggle the pain I felt soon disappears.How does he do that?"A guy making a pinky promise sounds weird" I tease and he frowns."Fathers always make promises to their daughters I know I'll one day have a daughter and I'll be obligated to make a pinky promise. And I know she'll be more stubborn than you.""Yeah you're probably right in that case she'll take after her mother."A small smile curves his lips.He chuckles nervously.I switch off the laptop and we both settle on the sofa once more."So did leave any love interest back home in Africa? He gaze lingering on my pale face.I shook my head negatively my gaze still fixed on the movie.I sigh deeply and recall my once perfect relationship that ended up in ruins because of sex."I never left any lov
And from that day we became inseparable and we instantly became friends. Actually we did everything together it was like I had known him my whole life.He was a really fun person to hung out with.I was in my room reading in a novel suddenly there was a ping on my door bell. When I opened I discovered that it was Dylan."Hey stranger" he said coolly while holding a bottle of red wine.I smile at him timidly at him and collect the bottle of wine."Come in Dee" I said softly and nodes and makes himself home.A few minutes later we we're comfortably sitting on the sofa watching a romantic comedy while drinking our expensive wine.He clears his throat nervously."So did you leave someone you love back in Africa?" He asks curiously and takes a bite of the pizzia we ordered a few minutes ago.I stare at him thoughtfully debating whether tell how him or not.&n





