Everything felt so surreal to Chelsea. The room, the atmosphere, the scents and the feel. The last time she felt this way was when Dylan openly confessed his love for her back at the hospital. It was a mixture of a reciprocal feeling as well as a sense of duty and responsibility that stirred up the surrealism around her. Now it was happening again. She gently turned around and looked at Derek with a smile. "What did you say?" she asked. She wanted to be sure she wasn't just hearing things or maybe it was her wishful thinking that was causing her to hallucinate. Derek giggled. "I asked if you will be my second mom" he repeated his initial request. Chelsea gasped softly, almost indiscernibly. She wasn't hearing things. And she wasn't hallucinating either. Derek had actually said those words! "Why would you ask that, Derek?" she asked him, walking closer to his bedside. He smiled happily. It was a satisfied and fulfilled smile. "I had so much fun with you today. And you made time f
She exhaled and turned to him, rolling her eyes. "The look and tone you use when you want to put me under that your ungodly spell" she replied. He noticed that her robe was a bit loose at her chest region. He could clearly see her cleavage with her two frontal loves comfortably clinging to each other. The view was so appealing, he was lost for a second. He found his lips curving as he relished in the undeniably good feeling. Chelsea then folded her arms across her chest, disrupting his view. He blinked and looked up at her. Her expression was a mixed one, indicating both a knowing smile and a disappointed pout. "What were you saying?" she asked, her pout deepening. "Who's putting who under a spell now?" Dylan asked as he smiled. "You are the one wandering about with your eyes, mister" she replied. He chuckled. "You've always captivated me, Chelsea. So this shouldn't be a surprise to you" he replied. She sighed and released her hands. "Sadly, the sentiment is mutual" she sai
Chelsea observed her appearance in the mirror. She was pleased with her reflection. She had taken her time to make sure she looked her best. The event was a very special one for her. And it was so special for a couple of reasons. First, it was her first public outing with Dylan in a long while. The last time she remembered being to a public party with Dylan was when she infiltrated The Imperial Place as an undercover agent for Dylan Cross. She had gone under the guise of her mafia persona, Raven. And now that she recalled the event, it wasn't even much of an outing for them both. Victor and Bishop were both there and it was mainly business. She hardly even spent time with Dylan there. A bare few minutes at most. But now this was official and she was bound to spend more than a couple of minutes. Secondly, this was actually her first time going on an outing as a partner to Dylan. It meant that he wouldn't have to introduce her to other guests as Raven or as his Chief Assistant at Cro
The chairman of the show introduced the event and outlined the way the event would unfold, giving a detailed programme. "We will love to start with a brief introduction from the guest of honour himself. He's in our midst. Many, if not all, of you already know him. The man, the king, the legend, Dylan Cross!" he announced, gesturing towards the area Dylan sat. The spotlight immediately shifted, focusing on Dylan's sitting area. Chelsea and Derek were also illuminated in the spotlight. Dylan smiled and stood up, gesturing towards everybody. There was a tremendous ovation of applauses as he gestured. Dylan chuckled to himself. Even those who wanted him dead were obviously clapping as well. He smiled and blew kisses as the applause died down. "As most of you are already aware, I'm Dylan Cross. I'm a businessman and I've managed to establish a couple of businesses here in Miami and in other parts of Florida as well. I'm very honoured to be with you all today" he said. The chairman c
Chelsea stepped out of the bathroom and saw Dylan sitting on her bed. It wasn't an unusual sight at all. It wasn't the first time, it wasn't second time, and definitely not the third time he had entered her room while she was bathing and made himself comfortable. She has even come to expect it. Whenever she was bathing, she would have the feeling that he had come in and was sitting down waiting for her. So most times she tried to walk out of the bathroom as elegantly as she could, expecting to see him sitted waiting for her. Though most times it was simply her imagination. Today's wasn't though. As she stepped out she walked straight to the mirror to announce that she was out under the pretense of drying her hair. "You know, I think you've already dried your hair, Chelsea" he said, obviously seeing through her facade. She turned abruptly. "What?!" she blurted. He simply smiled at her. "You're not the one to tell me when and how may times I should dry my hair!" she fired. He ch
Chelsea stood in front of the mirror and took one last look at her outfit. She was donning a long red gown that modestly reduced her bodily features. Her make-up was light but her lips wore a thick shade of black. She didn't want to appear beautiful or enticing. She was trying to limit her attractiveness as best as she could. After satisfied with her rather normal beauty, she put on her feathered party mask, perfectly concealing her identity. She immediately exited her room and walked towards the exit of the mansion. She saw Dylan standing at the massive doorpost with his back to the inside of the house. He was seemingly surveying the Cross Estate from his view. Or maybe he was relishing in the view itself. Strangely, he was clad in a white suit that had shades of black and grey spiral designs. Was he going out as well? Maybe he had some business to attend to too. She just wished that he wasn't coming with her to the meeting with Omar. That would definitely spell trouble for her. She
Skylands Hotel After stepping down from the Bentley Continental, Chelsea walked gently and elegantly towards the entrance of the hotel. She walked into the reception hall and immediately made her way to the elevator. "Hey, Madam!" she heard a familiar voice call and instantly knew she was the one being called. She stopped in her tracks and turned around. It was Beatrice Chadwell, the annoying manager of Skylands Hotel. "Hello there" she replied with an expressionless face. "I take it you're here to see Mr. Omar" Beatrice said in a defiant and uncaring tone. She was definitely not concerned with Chelsea's lack of expression. This slightly pissed Chelsea off. But she had to maintain her cool. "Yes. Can I go see him? I already know my way to the private bar" she replied. "I just wanted to make sure you still remember. It would be bad if you got lost and started wandering about. You might make the other clients uncomfortable" Beatrice said. Chelsea could clearly see this woman was
Chelsea still maintained her calm composure. Her blank facial expression gave off no indications of tension or panic. She kept a relaxed and unnerved demeanor with her eyes fixed on Omar. Her lips were straight and void of any expression. Of course that was all behind the mask. In her head, her thoughts were already spiraling out of control. She was already considering random routes to take to get out of this situation but none seemed to appeal to her. The more she kept listening as Omar rambled on, the more agitated she became and wanted to react. But she couldn't. Maybe not yet. Omar chuckled. "Don't worry, there's no need to act calm and collected. I can see through all your facade now, Ms. Landore. I've already had everything figured out. And I've got enough evidences as well. So just hear me out completely and then we can re-evaluate the business deal again" he said with a smirk that Chelsea found rather agitating. He continued. "So after I put two and two together, I was able