29 Chapter 29: She doesnst miss you (1/2)

The moment she received a message from Dylan stating that he was almost near her house, Laurice who has already washed and dressed up went immediately downstairs to welcome his arrival. Even she got a little excited to see her big 'brother' that she haven't seen for over five years.

Oh! How she missed those glorious days that she can play and make music with her bandmates where Dylan was the drummer while she being the female vocalist.

It has always been a therapeutic exercise for her when she sings. She even remembered performing on the streets of L.A. with her band and it was definitely the most memorable time they've had together before they eventually went on their separate paths. But it was no ordinary performance especially on her case, since she was painting and singing at the same time live with an audience. There wasn't even a makeshift stage, no backdrops, no nothing but she was elated the whole duration of their performance. That day was just too precious for her as she was able to marry both her love for music and visual arts.

If not for the band, she would not have had the courage to pursue her dreams. Dreams that ended soon and was tossed around the corner when her father left her side.

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Laurice was already standing still in her front patio waiting for Dylan when she was suddenly pulled from her own musing, her jaw instantly dropped by the sight of the high-end car that had just entered. It did not made a sound from a distance but it seemed the driver was bragging right on her face when the vehicle made a screeching sound as it swiftly approached a corner and maneuvered around on top speed leaving tiremarks on her driveway.

She snickered.

'What a swank!'

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Dylan finally made a fullstop on the roundabout driveway to Laurice's house and parked his sports sedan car. It was a new edition black raven Cadillac CTS-V. An imported vehicle that is only made available in the country thru a luxury-car importer trade and dealership company which is currently marked at over a hundred thousand u.s. dollars.

Laurice shook her head with a completely perplexed expression on her face as the flamboyant arrival of a certain bachelor filled her line of vision.

Suddenly, a pair of black leather boots alighted from the sedan car and there she saw the man wearing his usual haughty attitude on his body, hugging an iron-pressed white tee and a stretchy navy blue jeans.

Dylan lazily strode towards her with his arrogant face and was soon confidently standing right in front of her, hand on his waist as if allowing her to assess him from head to toe. She ultimately recognized his nice and neat hair, prominent square jaw, high cheekbones, sultry hazel eyes and thin lips curled to a cheeky grin. He was oozing with masculinity and a certain sexy charm that is unique of him. He wasn't a hunk but rather possesed the rugged boy-next-door type of deameanor.

He was good-looking alright.

However, his usual languid behavior has always been annoying for her. The man hadn't changed a bit.

”I won't bother asking for the market price, i'm more interested with how much you paid the customs to ship it.” Laurice sneered.

Dylan laughed happily, he was expecting such reaction from her, making the woman more annoyed. Her face turned even uglier with his next statement.

”What? This is the most low profile car i have recently.” He said a matter-of-factly.

”Low profile my a*s!” She scoffed.

”Hey darling, no swearing ok?” He said and laughed.

”Hmp! Did you bring what i requested?” She asked, ignoring his flashy and coquettish smile. She was totally immuned from his charms to the point that it irritates her instead.

Dylan seemed to have noticed an approaching figure behind her that his smile suddenly became even more flirtatious and said to her, ”C'mon darling, is that how you welcome me after all these years we've been apart? Not even a hug from you? A kiss perhaps?”

He was now leaning towards her with his slightly puckered lips while Laurice was silently watching his silly behavior with an odd expression as if looking at an annoying drunken fellow.

The man is obviously putting on a show.

He wasn't this persistent with his jokes before.