The Promise

52) ِAurora

I'm in the shower when I hear the door to our suit slap followed by thuds then banging on the bathroom door. "You little bitchy bitch! I know you're in there. Come out or I'll go in!" Dionne yells.

"Come in, babe." I sing-song and scream as she actually opens the door. I try to cover up, but the glass of the shower is translucent, I'm still glad she can't see the full details.

"Where the fuck were you?" she asks as I laugh, "Don't fucking laugh, I'll really come in!" she laughs at the end too.

"Get me the towel and I'll tell you everything I swear." She hands me a towel and I wrap it around myself stepping out of the shower.

She's resting her hands on her waist tapping her foot impatiently. "I was with him, with Omer." I say pursing my lips and her body relaxes as a grin creep up her pretty face. "Tell me every single detail!" She squeals.

Tonight, is an event; it'll be a gathering for all the employees of all the foundations present on this trip. It's going to be on a yacht too.

I'm standing in front of the dresses splayed on the bed inspecting each one trying to figure out which one fts with an occasion like this.

I want to look good tonight; I mean I always do. But this time the feeling is different; I want to look good. I smile as my mind drifts off to the day we spent together, my face warming at the memory of his hands on my body.

I settle with the black one, it's a long spaghetti strap dress with a split that exposes my right thigh. I style my hair into a low messy bun with my curtain bangs framing my face, a necklace and pearl earrings and stilettos.

"He won't be able to take off his eyes." Dionne purrs in my ears as she clasps my necklace, "or hands." She finishes smiling devilishly. Heat creeps up my face, "Di, shut it!" I whisper yell. I haven't told Zaira yet, not that I don't trust her. But she's Crew's girlfriend now and Crew talks with him.

Dionne sits next to me on the bed. She pouts, "Ro, you should spend a day with me, too. I haven't had enough time with you since a lot." My heart softens, "Hey, I'm here and I'll be with you the whole night. Also, tomorrow is all yours, choose whatever you want to do and I'm totally in."

Her eyes brighten, "Skinny dipping?" she suggests. "Not that far, though." I reply and she giggles, "why he'll be so happy" she says wiggling her brows and screams as I grab a pillow and hit her with it.

We're on the yacht, it's in the middle of the water. I'm a bit shaken because it's my first time on a yacht and I get scared from the sea at night, but the music and vibes ease my nerves. I'm with my friends, we're chatting and laughing together as people do the same around us.

I slide my eyes catching the eyes of the man watching me from the beginning of the night. I never craved attention before he gave me his and since then my body aches with the desire to catch his eyes whenever he's in the room.

He's dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants. I didn't realize that I missed his professional attire. The air is ruffling his black locks gently as if it's caressing it.

Everything around him seems to fear him and treat him with caution.

Except me it seems.

He's watching me with dark eyes, the gentle and easygoing Omer is gone and it's not something that bothers me. Because I find myself liking every version of him. I mean a lot of personalities deprives a woman from boredom anyways.

I let my eyes catch his in an eye contact and I see the hint of a smirk appear on his face. My body starts heating up under his gaze. His raw masculine energy is caressing at my feminine one calling for it. As if he feels it too, his eyes dip to my body giving it the attention nobody dares to.

He asses me from head to toe drinking me in. then brings his eyes up to mine again and my body explodes.

Because now he smirked fully darting his tongue out licking his lower lip as he raises his cup to have a sip from whatever he's drinking not taking his eyes off of me.

Dionne catches me off guard as she holds onto my arm, "Ro, can we please dance to this song together." She gives me her puppy eyes and I nod, "Yay!"

'Tonight I'm (fuckin) you' by Enrique Iglesias plays as she drags us to the middle of the area where others dance together too. She hugs my waist as we sway together before the rhythm picks up and we're more energetic. She leans in to tell me, "I'll do you a huge favor right now."

I frown confused then she spins us around switching places with me. Now, my backside is to him. She leans in again, "He was watching before, now he's eye fucking you." I slap her arm, "You know what, fuck you." She rolls her eyes, "Okay, but let lose babe. Entertain the man, he looks thirsty." She muses, I raise a brow, "What are you shy?" she challenges again.

I can't back down from a challenge and start swaying my hips to the music going wild.

The song comes to an end as I feel exhausted, I tell her, "I'll grab some water." She nods and I go for the drinks' table. I am reaching for a water bottle when his hand comes into my view blocking me from taking it. He grabs it instead resting his hip against the table looking me down as he raises it to his mouth and drinks half the bottle. I smile and he shakes his head, I reach for it taking it from his hand as I graze his fingers 'accidently'.

I sip from the bottle after him as he watches me intently. I decide to pick up what I've been doing and let some water drip down my chin going down my cleavage and between my breasts inside the dress. He lets out a breath, "Fuck it." he mutters under his breath looking at the view ten leans n to whisper in my ears, "Don't start problems you won't be able to fix, dove." I look up at him innocently, "What problems, Mi amor."

"Ones capable of disabling your pretty legs from walking for a while if I let them out." He drawls then leaves brushing our shoulders together as he leaves.

I'm texting my best friends as I lean against the rail enjoying the soft breeze when I feel the presence of someone. I look up to see who is it, to find Dareen. She's dressed in a red super short dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.

She smiles at me then hands me a cup of juice it seems. "Hi, Aurora. Saw you standing alone and thought of joining. May I?" I nod, "Of course." I tell her with a smile.

She nods at my phone, "is it a guy?" she asks winking. "Um, no my friends." She looks around then places a hand on my arm softening her features, "Can I talk with you for a bit? Privately?"

I nod again as she pulls me by my hand to stand in a secluded corner. It's a little bit darker and away from the dancing crowd.

She takes a deep breath, "Look, I know you don't know me, but I want to tell you something important. After all girls are for girls."

"What is it, tell me, Miss?" she smiles "OH, you can call me Dareen." I nod then she goes on, "I see you're getting closer to Mughrabi, it's a real good thing. I don't know if you know that he was my boyfriend years ago. He was very gentle and caring, a real man." a ping of jealousy goes through my heart, but I push it away and nod.

She again places a hand on my shoulder and gets closer, "But focus and open your eyes as I told you, men cannot be trusted. Especially that you're not from here." I furrow my brows, "Why are you telling me this, Ome- Mughrabi is someone I trust, and you said yourself he is a great man."

Her eyes widen, "Of course, I do. The thing is I am warning you." I laugh awkwardly, "About what exactly then?"

Her face twists into something evil as she says, "About looking at something that's not yours."

I feel my head spin and the image is getting blurry. "And is he yours?" I ask trying my best to focus. She smiles sweetly again and chirps saying, "Maybe!"

One moment I am standing on deck with the rail behind me and the second she's super close and the floor is swiped from under my feet and I'm falling straight into the dark ocean.