The Choice

22) Aurora

Warning: Smut and inappropriate language.

"Elianna, this is so beautiful!" I say looking at the pictures of her piano school, the children that she teaches are so adorable. "You should visit so soon. I'll wait for you!" she chirps and I look up from her phone and nod at her. She smiles then her smile falters then changes into a lip press to stop laughter. "What?!" I exclaim and their eyes turn towards us, "Nothing! I'm happy you'll visit my school!"

She squeals then hugs my frame before murmuring so no one can hear, "You have a terrible hickey, my girl." I widen my eyes and she grips my shoulder then dips to get something. She hands me her purse, "here, I have concealer, go hide it. if you want." She smirks and I slap her shoulder lightly.

She leans in to whisper, "it's hidden by your hair, but if someone talked to you from my direction, they will see it." I feel my cheeks flush, God this is embarrassing. She places her hands on top of mine, "hey, it's okay, I'm no stranger. No one here is, you can flip your hair and show it around and they won't utter a word."

I wince at the thought before she muses again, "He did you right though." I groan loudly and she cackles. They look our way again and I throw daggers Omer's way. He arches a brow and I grab for my phone.

Me: I'll fuck you.

A ping is heard from his phone and he leans in to grab it, I look at them to find all of them busy engaged in a conversation about pasta and pizza and baked goods?

I look back when my phone pings with a message from him.

Omer: can't wait for that, dove.

Me: You meant to do it!

Omer: Do what?

Me: (Knife emojis) don't be sad when I cut off your cucumber.

Omer: you'll get rid of the unwanted problem, but how will you fuck me, baby?

I look up at him, he smiles when I glare playfully.

Me: you made a big deal about the one on my breast and proudly create this?!

Omer: there's a difference, dove. The one from before was painful, this one is to confirm what you said before.

Me: and what's that?

Omer: Mine.

I close the phone as I feel heat between my thighs, he's smiling to himself, now sitting at the end of the table because I changed places with Ali. He slides his eyes to me then fixes me with a gaze. His eyes dip to my neck, I hide it with my hair when his face hardens.

Omer: Don't.

I suck at a breath then scowl his way.

Omer: remove your hair, dove or I'll come do it myself then twin it with another one on the other side.

I arch a brow.

Me: you won't dare.

I hear a chair scrape against the pavement and I throw my hair above my shoulder quickly looking up to find it Joe standing to stretch his arms above his head.

I look at Omer to see him grinning. Jerk.

"You look scary." Joe says stunned looking at Omer.

"Why?"

"You're smiling so big. This is weird. Scary."

Omer rolls his eyes before looking back at the phone.

Omer: when will we leave, dove.