Book 1 [ The Untitled Series ] by Brea Isome (best books to read all time txt) 📕

I was drying my hands with the last paper towel fom the dispenser when the bathroom door opened behind me. My body immediately wanted to try to run and stuff itself somewhere, but there was nowhere, so I just watched intently from my place at the mirror. And in the couple seconds that it took for the door to open and for Dryan to step in, I had started to have a full on panic attack.

Once I saw his face through the mirror the beating of my heart definately subsided a bit.

I dropped the paper towel, turned around and flung myself at him. He stumbled back a couple of steps until his back was against the closed bathroom door. My body wrapped itself around his, my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

" Dryan." I whispered his name quietly, burying my face in his chest and just enjoying the feel of his body.
Both of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, supporting my weight.

" I missed you too, baby."

He burried his own face in my neck and we just stayed like that for too long for me to notice. A few minutes in, I felt vibrating down my dress where my phone was stashed inbetween my breasts but I ignored it. I didn't want to detach from my man, one that I hadn't seen in two weeks and hadn't spoken to in five days.

" you gotta get down, Sy. I gotta go. Your father wants me to-" He sighed. " I gotta go babe."

" no, you can't go." I felt my eyes tearing up. " I need you, okay? I really do."

" don't make this harder than it is, aight? I just needed to tell you that I love you. When I heard you were here, I had to come. I couldn't help myself. I fucking miss you and Drayal, and I love you both, okay? Kiss my baby for me."

My head shook vigorously. " no."

" Symonee-"

" no."

Dryan sighed again. " I need you to get down, I don't have time to do this with you."

" you knew I was the clingy type when you met me, but you wanted me anyway." Was my response, it made him laugh.

" you seduced me."

" and you didn't like it?"

" I loved it, baby, every minute of it, and I still do. But I got priorities and shit that I gotta tend to right now, and when I'm done, I'm going to come by, okay?"

I wanted to scream that his family should be his main priority, but I knew that no matter what I said, it wouldn't get him to stay. Dryan was all about his "business". Whatever work my father gave him, he took very seriously and carried it out in full. It didn't matter that I was crying on his shoulder or that his family missed him because he had dedicated his life to the streets and to my father long before I met him.

I unwrapped myself from Dryan, setting my feet on the floor and taking a step away from him. I tried to keep my head down to avoid him seeing my tears but with his fingers positioned under my chin,  he kept me looking up at him.

I sniffled. " maybe we should tell my father about us now- maybe he'll, um, maybe he wouldn't give you so much work to do if he knew-"

" he knows."

" what?"

" I told him a few days ago and he told me that he's known since the begining. That's the reason he's been giving me more and more to do, so that I spend less time with his little princess."

" His little princess?" I asked, rolling my eyes. " he's been treating me like shit since I moved here."

" and this is the reason why."

" this isn't fair."

Dryan leaned down and kissed my lips softly, before wiping away my steadily falling tears. " Did you drive here?"

" no, I rode with Alexus."

" Let's go find her."

" why?"

" so you can tell her that I'm driving you home."

" like, to your home, or-"

He cut me off. " to your home. I'm dropping you off, that's it."

The hope I had was lost as he opened the bathroom door and led me back into the club. Finding Alexus was easy, she was dancing on top of the bar. She wasn't drunk, just fucking retarted. Alexus had a tendency to be over the top at times.

She winked at me, seeing me walking with Dryan close behind me and shooed us toward the door before I could even tell her anything.

There were barely any words spoken between Dryan and I. While he was driving me home I rested my head on his shoulder and that was it.

Sunday morning I woke up to my phone ringing.

The sun hadn't even risen yet and I was fumbling around through my sheets so that I could silence the annoying thing. I ended the call, without checking to see who it was, but ofcourse they called again.

" what?" I grumbled into the phone after answering.

"is that how you answer the telephone?"

I'd know my mother's voice anywhere, take the most irritating voice and multiply that by about ten and there you have it. It's proper and soft as a fucking feather, even a little squeeky from time to time. I don't remember her ever raising her voice my entire life, but she didn't have to.

There was nothing for my mother to ever be upset about. From the time she was born everything had gone her way- the best schools, the best clothes, the best men ... Hell, she was the one who broke off the relationship between she and my father when i was a child and I never saw her break a sweat about it my entire life.

Now forty-two, she was just as rich and spoiled as she had been her entire life. The only difference between her and every other rich white woman in new York was that she was a surgeon. That gave her even more reason to stick her nose in the air.

" what would you like, mother?"

She smiled, I knew it by the sound in her voice. " I was wondering when my favorite daughter was coming back home. Honestly, dear, you can't stay with your father forever."

" why can't i?" I asked as I sat up and threw my feet over the side of my bed. I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Dryan asleep in the chair in the corner of my room. Clearly he enjoyed popping up on me.

" Symonee-"

" no, mom, really. There's a place for me here. I'm working and my daughter likes it here."
" you call what you do work? You're twenty one, honey, you should be studying and partying and then when you're twenty-eight and have your licence to practice medicine, then you'll really be working." She scoffed. " and that daughter of yours shouldn't be exposed to the things that are going on over there."

" the things that are going on over here were good enough for you to sneak off here to be with my father every weekend when you were my age, but now all of a sudden it's different? You know what, you haven't changed a bit since I left, you still want to wrap your hands around every little piece of my life." I raised my voice slightly, irritated by this whole conversation. Maybe she was right, but it wasn't for her to decide how my life and the life of my child would go.

" This is foolishness. Maybe I did do some things that were less than honorable but you're doing the same things, and in a year or two you'll come crawling back home to me, the same way I did to my mother. And when that day comes I'm going to welcome you and my grandchild - who I have yet to meet, thank you- home with open arms."

I didn't know what to say to her. She'd had my whole life mapped out since I was born. Private schools just like her's, extracurricular activities, just like her's ... right down to what college I would attentend and the hospital I would work at after med school. She even had an estimate of the day I was supposed to be married and have children. She wanted my entire life to be perfect, and I just wanted to feel like my life was my own. Her mother had done this exact same thing to her, but still she couldn't understand my point of view.

All I could do was wish that I didnt turn around and do the same thing to my children.

" mom, I have to go." Before she could spew some more bullshit my way, I hung up and fell backward onto the bed. Just staring up at the ceiling I was trying to figure out what my father saw in that woman, maybe it was the same thing Dryan saw in me, something different from what he was used to.

" yes, I love you."

" what?" I asked, sitting up again to look at Dryan. He was now awake and watching me.

"everytime you talk to your mom you always  turn to me or call me and ask me if I love you. The answer is yeah, I love your spoiled ass."

I rolled my eyes, falling backward again. " you think you know me."

" there's no thinking about it, I know you like the back of my hand."

" is that right?"

" you know it is. Ask me anything and I'll tell you."

" and if you get it wrong?" I asked.

" if I get it wrong I'll do anything you ask of me, just one thing."

" that's a big commitment, Dryan, are you sure?" He didn't respond so I knew his answer was yes. I thought long and hard about what to ask him. I mean, he couldn't possibly know everything about me but figuring out what he didn't know when he was observant as hell would be a huge problem. " okay, where is my birthmark?"

Dryan chuckled. " five minutes and that's all you can come up with? I'll give you another chance. You have two birthmarks, one on your foot and the other on your left ass cheek."

I groaned. " how do you even know that? You're a fucking stalker."

" no, i'm just obsessed with your perfect body."

A blush rose up my cheeks at that statement, I was happy that the room was still dark.

" what were my favorite subjects in school?"

" art and math. I'll give you one last chance."

" oh my god!" I threw a small hissy fit. " I'm happy you know me but can you just pretend not to so that I can make a point?"

" does that even sound like something I would do?"

I sighed. " what is the place that I want you to take me, above all places?"

" you sure that's what you want your last question to be? I'm giving you the