The Truth ... Sort Of

There was something to be said about the girl's lying. It still needed a lot of improvement, a lot of improvement. He knew, where she got that skill from. Leona Conily had to be the worst liar known to man. Well, woman. He couldn't understand, how one person could lie so terribly. It may have been, what was so attractive about her. Her face held all of her expressions, but also all of the truths. Dillion had never had to search far with Leona. She could never wear a mask, and it was why... it was why, he would always love her.

She wasn't false, nothing about her was about hiding.

Most of his life was about denial, and the only time anything had been so innocent, so precious, and open had been the moments, he spent with her. Now, he spent most of his time denying, he wasn't a selfish prick. Dillion denied to himself, he spent enough time with friends, which was hardly true. Dillion worked more; soothing his conscious with the pro bono cases he took. He didn't know his nieces of nephews, nor did he know his godchildren. They only knew him through the gifts, all lavish and those were picked out from his secretary. He only wrote cute notes in the cards, which Dillion had made sure she picked out too. She didn't know what the typical kids liked nowadays. He didn't have any of his own, and was hardly around them to ask.

Glancing at the girl, her dark eyes made him pause and wonder. What would his life had been like, if he did have children? Would she have come to London, or Dillion stayed in the United States? It wouldn't have mattered. He would have loved it either way. As long, as she would have been by his side, Dillion would have been happy. He shouldn't have let her go. He had been an idiot a thousand times over. Dillion was recognizing how much, he was becoming his father. Little by little, day by day he was making his mistakes. He'd vowed never to become Eric, and he found himself becoming him.

Shaking his head, Dillion chuckled lightly and took a light sip of his Scotch. The liquid burned his throat, and it was still somewhat sweet and yet bitter against his tongue. His chuckle was dry, and he placed the circular glass back down. Raising a brow at her, Dillion just shook his head.
"Did you know, your mother is a bad liar as well? She is a horrendously bad liar. Has that in improved any?" He teased and raised a brow at her. Dark eyes narrowed teasingly, and mouth erupted into an impish grin. "I would expect not..."

Leaning back into the chair, Dillion rested into the cushions of the seat. He could feel it relax and mold onto the body of his seat. Taking a deep breath, Dillion could feel the chair as if it was coaxing him to sleep. Right now, he would really love to go to sleep. He would love to drift off, and pretend he was eighteen again. The memories could flood him, and Dillion wouldn't have to remember how old he was. Raising a hand, he ran a few fingers through his thick dark locks. His nails dragged across his scalp to calm himself. He knew the girl, Audrey was lying. He could see it in her eyes. Perhaps it wasn't a total lie, but he knew she was "forgetting" something. Dillion knew firsthand, how good the Conily women were good at "forgetting" something. The corner of his lips quirked, and he crossed his ankles. Pushing off his shoes, his leather loafers thunked onto the ground and he sighed. This flight was too long. What was he even supposed to do, once they landed?

Hi Leona, nice to see you again.

Hi Leona, nice to meet you. Did I knock you up about... twelve years ago?

Hi Lea, bugger, Leona, remember me? Old boyfriend, broke your heart? By the way, when I left were you up the duff?

Growling, Dillion brought both hands to his face and dragged them across. This wasn't happening. He was trapped on a metal tube with a girl who was potentially his daughter. He would much prefer to be sitting in a hospital. A hospital which could successfully run a DNA test, and Dillion could stop killing himself. It wasn't like, they hadn't been careful. They had been so careful. Getting Leona pregnant had been the last thing on his mind, sort of. Sure, Dillion had thought about it once or twice. It wasn't like they were poor, but he hadn't actually meant it. God was cruel sometimes, and took things way too literally.

Sighing, he looked at Audrey from behind his shutter of hands. She could be. She definitely could be. Biting on his lower lip, he clenched his eyes shut and lowered his hand. Calming himself, Dillion fought to gain control. "You know, your mother may be a horrible liar, but I'm not. So, other than the eyes..." He paused and snorted once, " and the mouth. What else did you get from me?" A small smile touched his lips. "Audrey was my mother's name." He said suddenly, and looked a bit stunned himself. "She would have loved to meet you."

Reaching over, Dillion pinched her arm and glared. "That is for worrying your mother sick. Oh, and what I'm sure is going to get me an ass chewing of a lifetime. Thanks. I've only known you a couple of hours, and already you've gotten me in trouble with your mother. She's going to kill me, and somehow this going to be all my fault. Want to bet?"

Watching her, Dillion shook his head. How had he missed it? If Leona thought, she could chew him out, she was wrong. She'd deprived him of his daughter; she was in so much trouble.