Submit to Me

30 - Aaron *

My sister's going to kill me-literally. She was so adamant about me ensuring Sloane did not drink any alcohol, warning me if she did, all our hard work would go down the drain.

Fuck.

While Sloane pulled me through the club, heading toward the exit doors, I thought about what I would tell Shayla and wondered how I could fix what I'd allowed to happen.

This is my fault.

I started to sweat the closer we neared the exit. Then, confusion roamed through me when she didn't turn to head toward the way out of the club; she was taking us somewhere else.

Now I'm baffled.

Needing answers to why she was upset, leaving the restroom and pulling me through the club like a mad woman, I planted my feet, stopping her from bringing us to where it looked like the voyeur area.

She quickly spun around when her arm fully extended and realized she wasn't going anywhere. "What are you doing? Why did you stop? And why are you looking at me like that?"

"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what happened back there and why you're on a mission to bring me to God knows where?"

There was a hint of pain in her eyes, causing my stomach to twist and knit.

Fuck. I never should've allowed Sloane to drink alcohol.

"Sloane," I said carefully and calmly. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine. Trust me," she finally answered.

"What happened in the bathroom," I wondered, stepping forward, invading her space, careful not to get her hair caught in the bronze crown when I slid my fingers through her hair. "You were fine before you went in there. Now, you appear to be upset about something."

She looked around us, then stood on her tippy toes, looked over my shoulder, then flattened her feet to the ground, poking me in the gut with her lips curving upward. "I'm still fine. Now, will you let me bring you to the area where I'd like to have fun?"

I'm confused.

Like, really, really, really fucking confused.

"Don't look at me like that," she ordered, her smile fading. "I'm fine, Aaron. And if you're thinking the alcohol just affected my mood, know it did. But not in the way you're thinking."

"Okay..." I responded slowly, still confused by her change in mood. "What are you trying to tell me, then?"

She looked at everyone around us, and when her eyes returned to mine, they turned from looking upset to playful. "I want you to show me and everyone in this place who I am to you. Prove to me that I'm yours. Prove to them you're mine. Prove everyone wrong that the scars on my face and my curves don't affect the way you look at me."

My body softened at her request because I could do all of that and some.

Sloane's my girl-always will be.

No matter-fucking-what.

The corner of my lip twitched when I realized what she was asking me to do. She wants us to go to the voyeur area to show everyone what we mean to each other. As much as I've wanted to do this with her, I'm shocked she wants us to go that far-mainly because she has body image issues.

Putting what I saw on Sloane's face when she left the restroom aside, I took her hand with a wicked smile and said a little too happily, "Let's do this."

I still wasn't sure what caused her to flip her switch. If it was because she tried picturing what Rocky and I saw in her when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, or if it was because of what Chloe had said at my sister's coffee shop, or if she was testing herself again, indicating she's moved on from her past, and proving she's accepted how she looks now compared from when I first knew her and that I couldn't give two shits about her scars or curves.