Between Us

Chapter 38

Alianna

I frown as I scroll through the comments on the last campaign I posted while I walk to the main house. It's a simple photo of me holding a bottle of perfume, but it's got some strange comments. Or rather, the comments are quite ordinary, but the usernames are all extremely weird.

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IwanttokissAliannasfoot: Is the perfume as sweet as you are?

FanoftheAliannaArceta: I love the way you're smiling in this photo. What will it take for you to look at me the way you look at that bottle of perfume?

ObsessedwithAlianna: I want to be in your photos too, you know? I've never been jealous of a bottle of perfume before, but I am today. You've turned me into a fool.

IwanttolickAliannasknee: I want to fuck you with nothing but that perfume on, Ali. Just you on our bed, my face between your legs, and the subtle scent of perfume in the air.

Aliannashusband2409: Does that perfume smell like you? If so, I'm buying all available inventory so I can have a part of you when you aren't with me... and so no one else can.

Aliannaisthequeenofcherry: If this was your signature scent, I reckon it'd smell like cherry and vanilla.

Aliannaismycherry: You're so beautiful that it hurts. I'm going to make this photo my phone's background so I get to see you smile at me like that all day.

AliannaArcetaismywifestayaway: I'm running out of patience. I need everyone to know that you're mine.

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I chuckle as I pull up my messaging app.

        Alianna: I think my favorite is the "I want to lick Alianna's knee" one. It's... weirdly unique.

Max: Is this one of those moments where honesty is required? Because if not, my official statement is... it wasn't me.

        Alianna: That's too bad. There was this one comment that I was quite intrigued by. It was something like: "I want to fuck you with nothing but that perfume on, Ali. Just you on our bed, my face between your legs, and the subtle scent of perfume in the air."

        Alianna: But if it isn't you, then that's too bad. I suppose there's no need for me to bring a bottle of perfume home with me.

Max: It was me. It was all me. All of them. I confess.

I burst out laughing and shake my head.

"Wow. I can't remember the last time I saw you laugh like that."

I look up to find Mackenzie smiling at me. She hooks her arm through mine and pulls me along.

Abuela called both of us over, and that isn't exactly uncommon, yet I'm nervous about it this time. It's the first time I'm seeing her as Max's wife. True to her word, she gave us one month to spend together—and not a day more.

"So," Mackenzie says, wiggling her eyebrows, "How has it been? Did you manage to make my dumb sister fall for you yet?"

I chuckle and shake my head, "It's only been a month, Kenzie."

She shrugs, "Have you fucked her, at least? That's probably the easiest way to get to her heart," My cheeks heat as I think back to the way she felt inside me, the way she touched me.