The bastard that touched Rosaline is dead and Dylan's glad. No one takes advantage of his girl and gets away with it. Smiling at the memory of the bastard's screams, Dylan unlocks his front door and steps into the foyer, getting greeted with silence. Every day, he craves to be greeted with silence, though now, knowing that Rosaline is in his home, he craves to be greeted by her laughter. Closing the door behind him, he drops the keys in a bowl next to the door and walk into the house, hearing his footsteps echo. Where's my Rose, he wonders. He wants to see her, to hear her voice, to kiss her caramel skin.

"Rosaline," he calls. No answer. "Rosaline." Yesterday night's events come back and he begins to panic. Until he hears footsteps coming towards him, though instead of being Rosaline like Dylan expected it was his head maid Agatha. Dylan has to hold in a grimace. He forgot the bitch lived her. "Agatha," Dylan says. "Where is Rosaline?" The bitch has the nerve to shrug her shoulders, looking like she has not one care in the world. Dylan has to hold in the urge to choke the bitch out. The only reason he let her even stay in one of his houses, is because she's the mother of his child. Brendis. He was a mistake, though mistake or not its his child. Dylan sighs through clenched teeth . "Agatha I told you to look after Rosaline, did I not." The woman shrugs and before he can stop himself Dylan reaches out and snatches her by the arm. "Shrug again and I'll break your shoulders," Dylan says darkly. Fear covers Agatha's face, though it's gone as soon as it arrived. Dylan scoffs and forcefully lets go of her causing her to stumble. "Agatha, if you don't find her, baby mama of not I'll kill you." The look on his eyes conveys the message and immediately she runs off. Taking in a deep breath, Dylan slowly lets it out somewhat calming himself, before looking down at his watch. 1:30. He left around 8 in the morning and he has a feeling that Agatha didn't feed Rosaline breakfast. He finds himself angry again and storms to the kitchen, though voices has him stopping just by the doorway, hiding himself.

"Did you see the bastard and the little girl playing together," someone asks. From the pitch Dylan guesses it's a girl and that the bastard and the little girl, are Brendis and Rosaline. Dylan bristles. Why are people talking about his son and lover.

"I did and was so confused when they we both speaking the same language," another girl says, her voice more high pitched then the first girl.

"I guess she speaks retard too," the first girl says and they both burst into giggles. Dylan decides to make his presence known. One of the girl that looks no older than 20 screams and the other just stop laughing in shock. Good.

"It seems my staff has their own opinions," Dylan says harshly. Both the girl flinch. "W-We're sorry M-Master," one of the girls said. She was the one who called Rosaline and Brendis retards. Dylan nods as if considering the apology. "Since you apologized I guess it's okay," Dylan says calmly and the girls relax. "Is that what you'd think I'd say?" Both girls freeze and one of their shoulders start to shake. "What are you names?" They open and close like fishes. Dylan's patience- which wasn't much- runs out. "WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?!" The both flinch and huddle up together. They fear him. Good. Dylan feels satisfaction. "M-M-My names Tracy," the girl says with an abnormally high pitch. It makes his ears hurt. "A-And my names Abigail." Dylan smiles, but it's anything but welcoming. "Well Tracy, Abigail, consider yourself fired." They have the audacity to look surprised. "W-What?" Abigail squawks. "Get. Out." They don't move. "GET. OUT." He didn't have to tell them a third time. They ran, tears streaming down their faces.

Dylan sighs and is about to start to try and make something when a booming laugh fills the air. Dylan doesn't have to turn around to know who it is. "Dylan you haven't changed a bit, since the last time I saw you." Dylan turns around and watches Ryan Armstrong in a chef outfit and with a ridiculously large white hat sit on the counter. "And where have you been," Dylan snaps. Ryan shrugs, before laughing again at Dylan's glare. He isn't the least bit threatened by Dylan. Dylan and Ryan met each other their first years of college and from their they hit it off. So when Ryan was evicted Dylan helped a friend out and has been living in this house since as his chef.

Dylan finds himself smiling. "Well chuckles, you think you can make seafood pasta for 2?" Ryan nods and hops off the counter and gets to cooking. "So who's the lucky woman," Ryan asks and Dylan raises a brow. "How do you know it's a woman," Dylan asks. "It could be a man." Ryan stops what he's doing and raises a brow. "I'm pretty sure that gay faze was a one-time thing and even then you never brought anyone to this house except woman and the number of woman has dwindled since." Dylan shrugs and Ryan goes back to cooking. That was he loves about Ryan. He won't pester him. "Her name's Rosaline." He hums. "How old is she?" Dylan winces. He knew Ryan was going to ask him that. Ever since he brought home a woman almost twice his senior in his early twenties Ryan's been making sure to ask him the girls age. Even though that was only one time. "...17." Dylan knew Ryan wouldn't like it, but he didn't expect for Ryan to grab a nearby pan and whack him over the head with it.

"Fuck," Dylan clips. He goes into a squatting position and hold on to his throbbing head. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Ryan's eyes widen. "What is wrong with me,"- he points to himself- "what's wrong with you. She's 17." Ryan put his head in his hands and pulls at his hair. A self-harming habit that Dylan has been trying to get him to stop. "It's not that bad," Dylan groans standing up, his head still throbbing. "Not bad," Ryan screams. "You can go to jail you pedophile." Dylan frowns. "First of all: I know, and second of all: I'm not a pedophile." Ryan puts his hands on his hips. "Do you know how much trouble you can get in, what about her parents." Dylan bites his lip. "About that...Jared might have adopted her so she could be ours." Ryan opens and closes his mouth, then sighs and goes back to cooking. Slaughtering the seafood with a knife. "You, Sebastian and Jared are all in this?" Dylan nods and Ryan shakes his head. "Are you gonna throw your whole life away for a fling?" Dylan frowns. "She's not a fling, she the one." Ryan stops chopping. "Are you sure?" Dylan smiles and nods, eyes shining. "She's beautiful and as soon as I saw her I knew she was the one. It was love at first sight and I know she hates me right now, but I'm going to love, protect and cherish her and hope she falls in love me cause I want to spend the rest of my life with her." Dylan is positively glowing and Ryan has to hide his smile. "Get out of my kitchen, I have food to make." Smiling, Dylan nods and goes off to find his Rose.