The Art of Lying (BWWM)

Chapter One

"Tyra,"

I turned my attention from the scene that passed outside my window and to my boyfriend who was currently driving the car and smiled.

"Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow wondering what he wanted.

"Stop."

"Stop what?" Okay, I was definitely confused at what he meant. Stop what? Was I doing something wrong?

"They'll love you," he slipped his hand to my knee and squeezed it gently. I smiled sheepishly and turned back to the window.

Now I am worrying about it, how would his parents react when they meet me? Will they hate me, I hope not! He's told me so many wonderful things about them.

I took a deep breath and rested my head against the window and closed my eyes as I drifted to sleep.

"We're here," I felt a hand shaking my shoulder causing me to groan and slowly open my eyes.

"Are we? I thought you said it would take longer than this," I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I regained my vision and noticed we were at the Hilton hotel. "What are we doing here?"

"Dylan,"

I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously and folded my arms across my chest.

"So remember how I told you how my parents knew we were coming?" He hesitated before going on.

"I lied..."

I got out the car and slammed the door behind me. "Dylan!"

"I'm sorry Tyra. I just wanted it to be a surprised," he jumped out the car and quickly ran behind me.

"Why would you lie to me?" He tried to grab my elbow and I moved it away quickly. "Listen for a second, please."

I turned to him as a scowled started to form on my face and waited for his explanation.

"Well...They know I'm coming I just haven't told them about you. They aren't like what you might think they are and my brothers and sisters will be there," He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck softly.

"Fine but you're taking all the luggage to the room," I walked into the hotel and to the front desk as he unloaded the car.

"Welcome to the Hilton, how may I help you?" The lady behind the desk that couldn't be a day over forty smiled at me and I returned it before answering her.

"Yes, I'm checking in for Dylan Thomas."

The lady behind the desk turned to type it into the computer before turning to me with a raising an eyebrow. "There is no rooms reserved for Dylan Thomas."

I tilted my head to the side and laughed. "There must be some-"

"Dear," I turned to see Dylan standing there and I raised an eyebrow. "I got it."

I watched as he walked over and pulled out a card from his back pocket, sliding it to the lady she looked at it and smiled before sliding it back and handing him two room keys.

He walked back to me and I raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?" He shook his head and grabbed the luggage. "Nothing."

I stood there as he passed by me and begin to follow him. "Dylan?" We got onto the elevator and he pressed the 12th floor button before turning too looked at me.

"What?"

"Don't what me, what was that about?" I continued to question him and pretended to ignore me.

"Dylan,"

"Dear. Stop, it was nothing." The elevator doors open and he began to walk down the hallway with me on his heels before stopping and slipped the key into the door.

I watched as he walked in and held the door for me and stood there staring at his back. "Coming in?" I nodded and walked in behind him, turning on the light I stopped in shock to look at the big hotel room.

The room was beautiful; against the wall rested a stained shellac mahogany bed with crème and tan color sheets, next to the bed was the matching Nightstands with iron leaf curved lamps sitting on top, off to the left was two tan couches that sat in front of a lit fireplace, against the other wall was a mahogany vanity that had a white stool resting under it, next to the vanity was a dresser that had a 62" inch TV on top, a little far over was a computer desk with a mini fridge beside it, and the rest of the room basically contained doors that lead to the bathroom, closet, and balcony.

"How were you able to afford this?" I raised an eyebrow as I knew how much his budget usually was.

"It's a special occasion, so I thought I'd get a special room for my special lady," He put the bags onto the bed and walked over to wrap his arms around my waist.

"I don't be-," before I could finish he pressed his lips against mine and softly begin to kiss me, giving in I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, gently placing me down he smiled. "Sleep. Tomorrow we are going to meet my parents."