The Choice

54) Omer

I get déjà vu standing in the middle of a certain marble white and dangling chandelier avenue. One I was standing at last year. Also, my déjà vu did not end up here, but my brother is now standing on the podium giving his speech as a host thanking his mentor; aka. The newest CEO of AR Valley, Aurora Soliman previously and Mughrabi recently, that is standing next to me beaming broadly like a proud sister at him.

She's standing tall wearing a satin powder pink dress that brings out the innocent laced in her multi-layered personality. I discovered recently that Aurora studies color theory and sticks to it like her catalog.

Black for mystery and power.

Red for boldness and seductiveness.

White for peace like the dove she is.

Pink and baby blue for innocence and softness.

Yellow for cheeriness.

She never wears green, skip the green.

But my favorite color on her is nothing at all.

I push away my sinister thoughts about her and look at her to find her eyes already on me with a puzzled look on her face, "you're fantasizing." She states.

I take a sip from my water eyeing her, "you got me." I lean in to whisper in her ears smirking with victory when I see goosebumps spread over her skin.

I stand behind her and graze her hips with my fingers leaning in brushing the side of my face with hers. I smile when she leans in for a tiny bit, but her ass grazes my manly parts making it ache for her touch.

"Don't start stuff you won't be able to handle, dove." I murmur in her ear.

She looks at me with doe eyes, "what stuff exactly, Mr. Mughrabi?"

"Keep saying it like that and I'll eat up those lips in front of everyone."

"Which name? Mughrabi? Or Omer?" she teases grazing my cock with her backside again.

"Dove." I warn.

"Hmm?"

"Let's get out of here."

She looks up at me frowning, "where-?" she doesn't get to complete her sentence because I grab her and head out of the avenue.

I stop at a certain place I had in mind since the beginning of the night and stand behind her studying her movements as she realizes.

She whirls around to look at me, her lips apart face solemn remembering it all, "w-why here, Omer?"

I take a step towards her; she tilts her head to look at me. I graze her lower lip with my thumb, "guess, dove."

"Did you not forgive me yet?" she asks face showing regret, I tilt her chin to look at me.

"Wrong."

"Then what? Why bring me here, to this place?"

I whirl her around so her back is to my chest and lean in to murmur in her ear, "to recreate the scene again. You and me. In the same place. Only that this time you won't be saying your infamous 'no'"

I nibble on her neck and she arches her back to me, "you'll be moaning my name and..." I trail open-mouthed kisses on the side of her face to the base of her neck, "your back will be to me, but this time you'll be arching it begging for more instead of running away."

She whimpers when my hands find the hem of her short dress grazing her thighs reaching her panties.

"A shame that you're not wearing the same red dress." I say in her ear.

"Quit teasing me, Omer. I thought you held a grudge bringing me back to the place I rejected you- Fuck!" she gasps when I cup her heat applying pressure.

I tilt back her head with mine so now it's resting on my shoulder, she looks up at me with a lazy smile, her lips apart letting out small shudders of breaths as my fingers work their magic.

She moans my name and I let out a low curse, "I'd never get sick of hearing you, dove."

Reaching up her hand, she laces her fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck. That too, grew back like that night last year before I cut it off. Aurora pulls on my hair slightly causing me to bite my lip grabbing her face with my other hand and smash our lips together.

"Omer." She says against my mouth, I hum in response deepening the kiss.

"We should- go back." She whispers, but I don't stop. Her lips are addiction, their taste get me dizzy.

I shake my head pushing her against a small pavement holding her back firmly. My hands roam her body feeling it's softness as she holds onto my shoulders pushing back my jacket suit. Her movements are sloppy; she doesn't have enough strength to get me out of my jacket, she slips her hands inside feeling my body instead.

I feel my body burn at her touch; in her hands I melt. Only Aurora can mold me into her palms.