This story is a sequel to 'That One Flight', I recommend you read that story first (if you haven't) just for the story to make more sense :)
*This book has some explicit content*
*UNDER REVISION*
BOOK TWO from the 'O'Neill Series'.
*PREVIOUSLY NAMED...
"Choose one, him or me... him or me..." I hear a familiar voice speak to me.
I open my eyes, I can see that I am in a different room. I gently sit up and I take a brief look around. I am in my room, someone is beside me.
I lean over to see and I stumble upon Igor, sleeping like a baby. I giggle to myself, he looks too cute when he sleeps.
That was when the thoughts hit me, where is James and why is Igor here?
Anyways, I sit up and move to the side of the bed. With my feet, I try to navigate my slippers, and after a minute or so I succeed.
I am getting ready to stand up but I am suddenly stopped.
"Where are you going, Ana?" Igor whispers into my ear.
"Don't you want to stay a little longer in bed with me. I have got a big surprise for you, I think you are going to like it..." he adds as I can feel his hands wrap around my waist.
"Barem me obraduj da si mene izabrala... a ne njega... (At least make me happy that you chose me... and not him...)" Igor tells me, pointing towards the door.
I turn around and see James standing by the door.
"Choose me or him..." James says, staring at me.
"Choose me..." I hear Igor whispers in my ear.
"Choose me..." I hear James whisper into my other ear.
"You know you can have us both if you want, but not for long," Igor gently speaks into my ear, moving a strand of hair from my face.
"Or you can just have one of us..." James says breathly into my ear.
"Choose one, Igor or James." I heard a voice in her head again.
"Choose one... me or him...".
*heavy inhale*
I suddenly wake up.
I find myself on the sofa, both James and I are tangled together.
I look up and down his handsome body, before focusing my sight on his face.
"I will always choose you..." I whisper under my breath, caressing his stubbled cheek. I can feel him react by caressing my hand with his stubble, that is when I can see his lips move up but just a bit.
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So he was awake all this time?... Of course.
He opens up his eyes and before I get a chance to even think he flips me over, so he is now on top of me.
"Good morning, my beautiful. What did you mean by 'I will always choose you'," he talks into my ear breathly.
I feel him push himself into me, trying to force an answer out of me. I can feel his jeans-covered hard manhood rubbing against my thigh, slowly heading towards my core.
