Chapter 33: The Honesty

Daisy Dyer's POV

Right now, he was asleep as I was looking at his face. My husband looked cute when he was sleeping soundly. I smiled as I was playing with his nose. He has an aristocratic nose that I wanted to play all day long.

"If you tease me again, I might have to take your offer for asking for more sex, love," he said as he was still closing his eyes. I smiled as I was biting my lower lips before Dylan was popping his eyes open. His stormy eyes were clear now as the light hit his eyes.

"What time is it?"

"9 AM," I said as he was yawning and stretching. I was looking at his sinful chest before I was looking at the part where the cover was slipping away from him. I gulped as I wanted to see it in daylight. Dylan chuckled before I turned to look at him. I blushed.

"You know you can touch it, right?" He said as he was sitting up, letting the duvet slip from him, dangerously low on his hips. Damn him for tempting me! I cleared my throat before I was sitting up as I was holding the cover to my naked chest. I don't think I can still show my husband the whole glory of a woman.

"What, still shy?" Dylan asked me before I was glaring at him. He laughed before he reached for the phone on the other side of the bed. On my side of the bed. His lemon scent was still strong as I was leaning forward to breathe it in. He chuckled before I was getting away from him.

I pretended to stretch forward before Dylan was sitting back to his side. Damn it, I missed my chance. My husband was dialing something and I was leaning against his chest. I don't want to get away from his warmth yet as he was stroking my hair.

"Hello, room service," he said as I was listening to him. His hand feels wonderful.

"Yes, I would like to order 2 plates of breakfast feast, please. Room 203. Okay, uh-huh. We will be waiting. Thank you," he said before he was putting the phone on the night table of my side again. Then I saw a glimpse of his butt. I chuckled before Dylan was smiling at me.

"Okay, now what's wrong?" He asked as he was leaning against the headboard again. I was putting my head on his neck before I was playing with his chest absent-minded. I sighed as last night I did not have a chance to tell him.

"Dylan, I have something to tell you," I said as I was looking into his eyes. He was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. Here goes nothing.

"I…I…I lied when we were…" I said as I was fidgeting my finger. Gosh, why can I just tell him?!

"What are you lying about? When we were?" He asked me before I was looking at his eyes. Okay, here goes nothing again.

"I did not carry your child. Well, not yet. But I don't want you to think that you are obliged to marry me when I was pregnant with your child but now that you are my husband, I felt wrong and sick that I have trapped you in this marriage. God, I am a terrible person!" I said before I was nuzzling his neck. The tears were on my eyes as I was closing them and I was hugging him.

Dylan did not stop caressing my hair but he kissed my hair. I don't know why he was not being mad or angry or anything.

"Say something," I mumbled in his ear before he was pulling me closer.

"Daisy, I know you're not carrying my child when I was marrying you yesterday," he said before I abruptly looked into his eyes. He was not lying. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Then, why did you…"

"Because I said to you many times now. I love you, Daisy. I would want to marry you and not because of the obligation that you might carry my child or anything but I think that you are the most talented,"

One kiss.

"Beautiful,"

One kiss.

"And amazing woman I ever met. God, I wish we could meet and date and do all the stuff that we skipped until the wedding," he said as I was smiling at him. I laughed before I was hugging him. Dylan knew that I was not pregnant with his child. He did not marry me because he obliged to. But he married me because he loved me. I was leaning against his forehead as I was closing my eyes. Our hot breaths mingled.

"And I marry you because I loved you," I said before he was looking into my eyes as I was opening my eyes. Dylan sighed before he took my hands and he squeezed it.

"Daisy, there's something I have to say as well," he said as I was looking at him. I was urging to tell me but he seems nervous about it.

"About what?" I asked him before he looked at me, dead in the eyes.

"About my father," he said. I tensed up as he was caressing my knuckles. I don't know what to say but I was waiting for him to tell me what he was thinking.

"Tell me," I said as Dylan shuddered but he was nodding at me.

"I found out that dad did not kill by your father or anyone else. He did it to himself. He was obsessing over the works that he did. Your father, bless his soul, wanted to get his best friend out of the obsession. He tried to save my father but failed when my father was playing with…" he swallowed a lump and I was hugging him.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't feel like it," I whispered to him before he shook his head.

"I have a journal of your father's because aunt Milly wanted me to read it. And I did. I felt like I am the worst, accusing you of something that you didn't do. I'm sorry, love. I promise I will never do it again," he said as I was caressing his cheek. I went to straddle him on the bed as our naked body tangled together.

"Listen here, Dylan Windell, as long as I shall live, you will never be the worst person in my life. You are my savior and you will always be in my heart, no matter what passed have come between our family. You are my love and I will protect it well," I said as I was touching his heart.

"And you will do the same for me," I whispered before Dylan nodded at me.

"Answer me verbally," I warned him before Dylan was smiling, chuckling at my command.

"You're such an overwhelming person," he stated. I smirked at him before I kissed him.

"You have no idea," I said as I was grinding on him. He groaned but it was short-lived as someone was knocking on the door. He smirked at me.

"Save by the knock," he said as I groaned before Dylan pushed me off him.

"You will pay for that, Windell," I said as I was looking at my husband who was putting on the bathrobe.

"Oh, I am counting on it," he said as he was opening the door and he took the trolley that was fulled of food. My stomach growled as I was smelling the bacon and eggs. Damn, I was hungry as fuck! Dylan laughed before he rolled it to the side of the bed. He opened the lid and my mouth watered.

"Bon Appetite," he said before I went to dig in like a pig but I don't care. Dylan said that he loved me for who I was and I will show him the worst part of me that he will love as well.

Cause that's what lovers do.

We have spent the day in the hotel, making love even more until I cannot move a muscle. It was too much as Dylan did not stop at the bed. He was taking me on the floor, against the wall, in the shower stall, on the countertop, and any surface that he thinks we can do it. I was exhausted by his stamina.

"Are you sure you never had practiced before? I swear you have too much energy in you," I said as I was breathing hard when we just finished with me on top of Dylan on the bed. He smiled at me before he kissed my breasts. My nipples stood up.

"I don't. You have to believe me, love. I don't just sleep around to enjoy my sexual life," he said before he was caressing my hands.

"Only with you," he said with such honesty that I groaned. Why does my husband have to be perfect?

"Then I think I need to rest for the whole week before you can take me again," I said as I was moving to the side. I slid out of him as our combined juice was in the air. Dylan laughed.

"Not if I can help it," he said before he was snuggling me and we were sleeping again until dinner time.