Chapter 23 Marry him?
ANGELICA’S POV
I was in no position to comprehend anything.
Dylan was the same man I had met in the club after Tyler broke my heart. He was the same person who held me close and hugged me, the one I kissed on the cheeks because he was a gentleman who helped me come out of my break-up zone and made me feel beautiful that night.
'I am looking for my bride,'
'Girls like you aren't meant for crying. The only place they should cry is on the -'
'You are beautiful,'
'A beautiful lady like you shouldn't waste your time on some random dude. It's guys who cry and beg God to get girls like you,'
'We will meet soon. Just concentrate on your healing,'
'Uhuh, maybe I found my bride,'
'Life is too short for regrets,'
His words started clouding my mind, and I stood from my place. I couldn't help but look at both of them in disbelief.
I stepped away from the boys.
"You always knew who I was,” I whispered as the faint ache of embarrassment and betrayal took over my heart.
“Was it fun? Playing with me? Did you accept my application to your company based on our encounter? Did I get this job because of that?" I looked at Dylan, whose expression immediately changed.
"Li, you are thinking it all wrongly. I knew who you were when you walked inside the interview room. In fact, I came to the interview solely for you. I had to be near you, but you cracked that interview with your skills and—"
"Bullshit! Don't give me this crap. You...and probably you too -" I pointed at Ericson.
" -enjoyed playing with me, no? Was it fun? Making a fool out of me? Making me work hard for you and then pretending to be my friend. Was it all because you saw a girl crying and thought she was easy to target?" I couldn't believe my ears.
This was not like me. I don't jump to conclusions like this. My head was spinning, and I felt vulnerable as much as I hated agreeing.
Something was wrong with this situation.
Yes, I was angry with Dylan because he didn't tell me the truth, and like a fool, I fell for his looks and masculinity, but that's it. There was no need to extend this matter like this.
What was going on? Was it because this was too much information for me, and my mind had difficulty handling it?
"I think we should take her to the bed," I heard Ericson, and before I could protest, I felt my body flowing in the air as they carried me.
I was soon placed on a soft, plush mattress.
"We should've told her the truth earlier. Do you think you can live with it if she leaves us?"
"No! Don't you dare say that!" I heard a growl. A freaking growl before darkness took over me.
Why the hell did I pass out again? Did they add something to my drink? I wondered inwardly.
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I felt like a truck ran over me. My head hurt like a bitch, and everything felt so hazy and blurry.
Opening my eyes with a groan, I groaned even more when I felt something heavy on my abdomen.
What the hell? Why do I feel like someone placed a freaking vending machine on me? I couldn’t move at all.
With an annoyed pull, I tried to pull myself a little to see what it was, my eyes widening in shock when I saw two arms swung on my stomach and not just arms but legs.
I looked around, only to find myself stuck between two guys. Because they were lying on their stomachs, only their backs were visible to me, but...
The familiar intoxicating smell and the hair were enough to tell me who they were.
What the hell?! My heartbeat started to increase its pace at the speed of a bullet train when the realization dawned upon me.
I was sleeping with my bosses? Well, I wasn't exactly sleeping in a slang way, but I was literally sleeping!!
What do I do in a situation like this? I wondered.
All I wanted to do at the moment was gently remove their hands from over me and run away from their apartment to mine. I would probably pack my stuff and fly to Canada or another country where they could never find me.
I was so embarrassed, but before I could do anything, one of them tightened their hand around my torso and pulled me closer to them like I was a freaking rag doll.
And guess what? This rag doll liked the feeling of being owned like this because, for some messed-up reason, I liked the view he was presenting to me.
His chiseled chest was right before me, screaming at me to be licked, his erect nipples making my fingers twitch as the desire to touch him increased.
I raised my hand, placing it gently in the middle of his chest as I felt warmth behind me.
My other boss was cuddling me from behind, and I was sandwiched between one of the hottest and most dangerous guys in the world.
I gulped and looked up. Judging from the absence of a mask, I knew this was Dylan after all...
The events of last night were a blur, but I couldn’t forget his handsome face.
Dylan was the same guy from the club, wasn't he?
What did he mean he found his bride? Was he talking about me? How could that be? It didn't make any sense at all.
Their words before sleep took over me and started echoing in my head. I took a deep breath to control my raging feelings, which was a mistake because of the intoxicating scent that wafted through my nostrils.
Lost in my thought, I almost jerked and headbutted Ericson in surprise when my gaze met with Dylan.
He smiled at me before leaning forward and kissing my forehead.
“Thank god, you are alright. Someone probably spiked your food in the club that had a late reaction. We were so shocked and –”
Before Dylan could complete his sentence, I interrupted him.
It was true that I wasn’t that angry at him, thanks to his beautiful, kissable face, but I didn’t want to relent and forgive them for playing me so easily either.
“What am I doing in your bed with the two of you? And what made you think I would be okay with you guys sleeping over me in this state?” I asked firmly.
Dylan’s smile faltered. It almost broke my heart to see the sad expression in his eyes, but I wanted to be strong for myself and not act like a complete whore just because they were handsome.
“You don’t remember anything? It was you who asked us to stay with you until you fell back asleep. After you lost consciousness, Ericson wanted to bring you back to your apartment so you don’t feel uncomfortable. But you woke up…” Dylan paused.
He didn’t say anything, and something told me it wasn’t good on my side.
“Practically, you threw yourself at us and ripped our shirts, begging us to sleep with you on the same bed,” I heard a cold whisper in my ears, making the hair on my neck rise, and I shivered under his warm touch.
“Ericson! You are not supposed to say things like that!” Dylan said, averting his gaze from mine, and I bit my lips.
“You know she should know the truth,” Ericson said before casually draping his hand over my stomach, pulling me back so that my back was onto his chest as he sniffed my hair.
He literally SNIFFED my hair, and I lay there frozen.
“Now that you know who Dylan is, I hope you are ready to take responsibility,” Ericson said.
I looked at Dylan, confused.
“What responsibility?” I asked.
“You have the responsibility of kissing me. I told you I was looking for my bride. You kissed me and marked me with your lips. Now you must marry me,” Dylan said, and I raised my brows.
“You are not serious, right?