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He leaned into my ear and whispered, “I like it better when you really gag. Don’t you agree?” I pressed my thighs together and swallowed hard. He’s definitely going to be the death of me.
There was a lot of greenery around us, and I found nothing more peaceful. The driver had told us that at one point, it was called “La Gente” because of its mild climate, elegant streets and gardens, and friendly residents. I squealed like a child getting their favorite candy; this would be the best trip of my life.
Within the next ten minutes, we arrived at the hotel, and I was in awe. It’s even prettier in person than it is on the screen. The driver unloaded our luggage and handed me a card with his number to call him whenever we needed to leave the hotel or if we needed any drivers.
“You booked a room at my hotel, baby,” Dillon said, and my jaw dropped.
“Tell me you’re lying right n—”
“Signor Xander,” a petite woman exclaimed as she saw him, “You didn’t tell us you were coming, or we would’ve arranged the suite for you.” Oh, he wasn’t joking.
Dillon greeted the lady with a mild hug, and they conversed. “Who is this bellezza? Is she your love? Sei così bella! No blonde?” She exclaimed and kissed my hand as a greeting. If one more person mentions the word “blonde” around me, I’m going to scream.
“Yes, Marianna, she is my love, and no, she’s not a blonde,” he responded and pulled me closer to him, “What room did you make the reservation under, baby?”
“It’s just under my name, but we can change it if you want to,” I shrugged. I was getting really annoyed and uncomfortable now.
He noticed the expression on my face and softened his. “No, no. We’re going to the room you picked. Her name is Azzaria Willis.”
They found our room and sent our bags up on the luggage carts. Dillon hadn’t really spoken to anyone except the lady we met earlier, and my feet were getting tired from all the walking we’ve been doing.
“Here’s your key. I’m not so good with English,” she explained, and I understood. She spoke perfectly fine to me, but I understood that she could only say sentences at a time.
I took the keys from her, and we made our way up to the top floor in the elevator. “I saw how you looked down there, why?”
“It sucks living in your shadow,” I admitted, and painfully so.
“You don’t live in my shadow.”
“Dillon, I do. It’s not your fault, so don’t feel bad, but you do overshadow me. I was talking downstairs, and the woman cut me right off to speak to you. Even if you’re her boss. When we went to immigration, and I wanted us to join the line like everyone else, you got us in the express line because of your status. So I am living in your shadow, and it sucks, but it’s also no fault of yours,” I expressed.
The elevator dinged as he was about to say something, and I just walked out. There was a teddy bear at the door waiting for us. I ordered one for Dillon because I don’t really like stuffed animals.
“What’s that for?”
“I bought it for you in the package deal I made for this hotel room. It has our initials on the belly part. You can take it if you want or leave it; I don’t know.”
He grabbed my hand, pulling me close to him, but I refused to look in his eyes. “Look at me, precious,” he mumbled. “Look at me.”
I turned my head up for a bit, and we just stood in the middle of the room looking at each other. “Thank you for the teddy bear, and of course, I’ll keep it. Why wouldn’t I?”
“It’s not exactly your expensive taste, so I don’t know.” I pulled away from the hug and went to the bathroom to clean up. Dillon walked up behind me, wrapping his hands around my body and kissing my neck. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t in the mood for getting or giving anything right now.
“Not now,” I said.
“What’s wrong, precious?” That’s a question I didn’t know how to answer. I just hated how powerless everyone made me seem all the time, and talking about it wouldn’t change that.
“I’m not in the mood for sex right now, and nothing’s wrong with me. Our days don’t start until tomorrow, so you can go hang with your friends or check in with staff. Ronan mentioned you have a few here.”
He released a heavy breath and clenched his jaw. “Why would I come on a romantic getaway with my girl just to hang out with other people? You’re not making any sense at all,” he spat, “Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it.”
“I said nothing is wrong. I just want to rest, and I’ll be up later for dinner. My head hurts, and if I stay up any longer, I’m going to fucking break down.” I stormed out of the bathroom and started taking my clothes off.
Dillon left the bathroom, but he just sat on the edge of the bed in silence. I didn’t want him to feel like he did anything wrong because he didn’t, but I’m just fighting a personal battle. He may have been a trigger, but it’s not his fault why he’s where he is on the social ladder, and it’s definitely not his fault why I am where I am on the ladder. I’ve just spent my life being overshadowed, and now everywhere I go and everything I do, it’s being critiqued, and I can’t handle that.
He moved up in the bed and cuddled up next to me. As much as I was acting like I didn’t want him around, he’s the only person I wanted to see. I thought that if we left New York, then we’d be two random people. Just two people no one knows. He wouldn’t be the rich mogul, and I wouldn’t be the girlfriend of said mogul. We’d just be Azzaria and Dillon, two adults who are in love. But I was wrong, and I should’ve known better.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but whatever it is, I’m sorry that it’s affecting you. I love you.” I know that my mood would drastically affect him, and I feel terrible for always doing that, but it sucks to feel powerless.
