Mafia (DNF)

Thirty-three

GEORGE

The next day at work, Dream kept on staring at me while I walked back and forth to file his letters. Nick definitely gave him a couple strange looks, but didn't say anything.

When lunchtime came, I stepped out of my office and immediately got abducted by Dream. He shoved me into some sort of storeroom, and closed the door.

"What are yo- Mmph!"

He kissed me, gripping my shoulders roughly. At first I tried to push him off, mumbling something about Nick seeing us, but eventually I gave in and he wrapped his arms around me.

My burns were still sensitive to the touch, so he was careful, and we parted after a moment to breathe. I took in his darkened eyes, and heavy breath. God, he was hot.

"You're such a tease, walking around with your collarbone exposed," he mumbled, as he brought his lips to my neck and kissed it.

I looked down, and realized I'd left the first part of my shirt unbuttoned. It wasn't even on purpose, but now I knew why he'd been staring.

"You're too horny," I told him, and he shook his head.

"You were enjoying the attention, let's be honest."

I couldn't argue with that, and he bit down on the sensitive skin of my throat. I gasped.

"Dream. We're at work, c'mon."

"Make your burns heal faster. I want to touch you."

I was definitely flushed and red now, but I blamed it on the cramped storage room. "I'm hungry, let's go ea-"

He bit down on my neck again, and I sucked in a breath. There was definitely going to be a hickey afterwards. He pulled away, admiring his work, and taking in my breathless and flustered face.

"Okay, let's go," he smirked, and opened the door. I covered up my neck, still blushing, and headed to the bathroom to inspect it. I shoved open the door, and looking in the mirror, groaned as I saw a reddish purple mark sitting on my neck.

It was super obvious, and I tried buttoning up my shirt all the way. It covered it up a bit, but anyone looking closely would notice. I just hoped it would go away soon as I headed to the cafeteria.

I got my food, choosing to get some sushi today, and sat down with Nick and Dream. Immediately, Nick coughed into his arm, obviously trying to hide a laugh.

"Shut up," I mumbled. "It's his fault." I pointed my thumb at Dream, taking a bite of my salmon sashimi (which is better than tuna, by the way).

Dream laughed. "Now people will know you're taken."

I raised an eyebrow. "Taken? Since when?"

Nick coughed, and stood up. "I have to go to the bathroom, be right back." He hurried off, and I internally rolled my eyes at his childishness.

"Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?" Dream said, lowering his voice. "I wouldn't mind, I don't have anything scheduled tonight."

"Mmm, sorry. I have plans," I replied. I pretended not to pay attention, eating more sushi.

"What plans?" He asked.

"What's it to you?" I teased. I didn't actually have anything to do, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

He narrowed his eyes, and took a bite of his food. "Just curious. After all, I am your ride home."

"Don't worry about it," I replied. "It's all figured out already. I'll bus."

He didn't reply, but I could tell he was scheming up something in his head. I finished up, and brought my tray to the trash and recycling.

He walked by, slipping his tray onto the counter, and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You might need to cancel whatever it is you have planned. I have a feeling we'll be very busy tonight."

He then walked away, leaving me with butterflies in my stomach.

I put my trash away, and headed to my office. Damn him, how was I supposed to focus on my work after that?