My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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⚠️TRIGGER MENTIONIONG OF R*PE!

A/N: This chapter will have a flashback for the first half.

Iman Harriott ~

10 years ago ~

The slow dance between Hugo and Mariah was coming to an end, as everybody watched the newlywed couple. I felt a tug on the material of my dress from the side, being lightly pulled. I turned to the side and saw that it was Alistair. I grew nervous. I didn't expect him to be so bold. I completely tried my best to avoid him after we kissed.

"Do you want to dance with me?" He asked, almost as if he was regretting, because I would most likely tell him no...

...I mean that's what I wanted to do, but I remembered the conversation that Mariah and I had.

"I mean, if you do not want to, that is okay as well-"

"I'll dance with you..." I lightly smiled at him, as he too mirrored my emotion, taking my hand

His hands felt slightly clammy, probably due to nerves, since it had been a while since we've been intimate. I mean I don't blame him, I was nervous as well, maybe it was my hand that was clammy as fuck.

A Luther Vandross song came on, as other couples began to join the dance floor to slow dance. I felt myself grow even more nervous, deeping that I'd be slow dancing with Alistair. I wanted to run away just at the thought of it.

"Are you okay?" Alistair asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts

"Just nervous..." I admitted

"Me too..." he shyly chuckled

Once we found a spot on the dance floor, Alistair slowly but carefully placed his hands on my waist. He was being so careful, as if I were a fragile item that he did not want to break. I followed pursuit, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our bodies moved slowly in motion, as we kept our eyes on each other. I was shocked that it didn't feel awkward. It felt like we were not new to this at all, as if we've been a couple for years.

"Mariah told me that I should talk to you..." I broke the silence "...she said that Hugo said that something was bothering you..."

"She said that?..." he asked, with a slight nod of his head

"Yeah...is something bothering you?" I asked him. He looked at me, as if he wasn't sure if he should tell me what's wrong "...something is bothering me..." I admitted

"What's wrong with Iman?" Alistair asked me, with a worried look

"When we kissed that night...I didn't mean to run away and avoid you, I just didn't know how to feel about it..." I admitted, not looking at him as I was lowkey embarrassed

"Look at me, please..." Alistair pleaded, "...would it help that I also felt the same way?"

"A little bit- wait, is that what's been bothering you?" I cocked my brow, as he nodded "I don't know if we kissed because of heat of the moment or because there were still underlying feelings still there..."

"Me too, but I did enjoy it..." Alistair uttered, causing me to burn inside

"I'm a good kisser...what can I say..." I joked, as he rolled his eyes playfully

I all of a sudden felt an urge to rest my head on his shoulder. I don't know why, but it was the comfort that we once shared, all of a sudden came back.

"Alistair..." he hummed in response "...May I rest my head on your shoulder?" I asked him.

"Go ahead..." he allowed me to, changing the way I was resting my arms, resting around midway his back