Chapter 37 A weird dream
ANGELICA’S POV
‘Do you think this is the right way to deal with it?’ a voice resounded around me.
It was dark, a little too dark than I preferred.
The fresh smell and sound of water running indicated I was in a forest near a water body.
But how was that possible? I clearly remembered entering the private plane with the Martino brothers.
“You are lost, aren't you?” Someone around me asked.
I turned to look for the source of the voice. However, no matter where I looked, I couldn't find anyone.
“Hello? Is someone there?” I asked, but the thought of those dumb heroines in the horror movies crossed my mind, and I gave up on calling whoever it was.
First, I needed to leave this forest. Then, I would find the Martino brothers and ask them what kind of sick joke it was.
How could they leave me—
“She is sleeping. I think this is the perfect time to do it,” I heard another familiar whisper, and my eyes widened.
Was it just me, or did this woman sound like–
Before I could process the information, I was suddenly thrown into what looked like a room where a man and woman were standing by a baby's crib.
Inside the crib was a sleeping baby that looked too pale, almost ghastly, as if it would die at any second.
“I can't bear it. The thought that we could do something to save our only child but didn't will forever haunt me, Caleb. I can’t see our baby in pain. You need to end this suffering,” the familiar sound came again before I saw the man taking out his dagger.
Yes. It was not a knife. The man was unmistakably holding a dagger, quite a pretty one.
I watched in horror as the man brought the dagger close to the baby's chest.
“No!!!” I screamed when I saw what he was doing.
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“Angelica! Angelica!” Someone shook me, forcing me to open my eyes.
I looked at the man, my chest heaving up and down from heavy breathing.
“Are you okay?” Dylan asked, his gaze laced with concern.
I gulped, taking a deep breath to calm my raging heart before looking around.
I was still in the same private plane.
It was just a dream. I told myself.
But what kind of dream was it exactly? Why would I dream of someone murdering a baby? Did it refer to something? This was the first time I had a dream like this.
I have had nightmares that were all gifts of that narcissistic monster stalker, but never a dream like this.
“Y-yeah, I am fine,” I mumbled, remembering Dylan's presence around me.
I took the glass of water from his hand and took a sip, still unable to process the dream.
I mean, does this indicate something? Don't people say every dream is related to something?
No. What would this weird dream even mean?
“It was just a dream,” I smiled forcefully, assuring myself more than him before I sat.
“It's okay. I am here. We both are here,”
Dylan immediately sat close to me, rubbing my back comfortingly before he pulled me closer, making me place my head on his chest.
I was really glad that I was in their company.
I remembered I had a nightmare when Tyler was sleeping over, but the most I got from his side was a request that I sleep again on my own. He needed a good night's sleep for the next day's match and couldn't accompany me for a few minutes.
Even though these brothers were tired, they didn't rub it on my face; that was probably what we call the difference between a man and a boy.
“Thank you,” I said to Dylan before realizing I was lying on the bed of the private plane while Dylan was atrociously close to me.
As he had suggested earlier, the proximity and what could happen between us echoed in my ear, and my heart skipped a beat for a new reason this time.
“Are you okay?”
My gaze snapped to Ericson, who walked towards us with a tray of juice and snacks.
I looked at the cheese sandwiches. They were tempting, and my stomach rumbled as if my body knew how much I craved them.
Ericson sat on my left side, and as soon as he leaned backward, I noticed how I was almost squashed between the brothers.
There was plenty of space between us, but it still felt so intimate.
With their size covering most of the bed, how could I not think of the things I shouldn't?
The way Ericson's hands moved, his protruding muscles flexing, was too much for a girl like me to take. It didn't help that he suddenly took off his shirt and tossed it aside.
I quirked my brows but didn't say anything.
I was getting used to their random actions of undressing before me.
He pulled the duvet over us, almost covering me entirely because I was smaller than them.
“Ericson, be mindful of her too. Look, you almost threw the duvet over her head,” Dylan said.
I was about to thank him since he cared so much when Ericson practically pulled me between his legs in a way my ass was planted on his thighs while my foot was on Dylan's legs.
“She wasn't going to stay in bed for long,” Ericson smiled.
Dylan smirked at his suggestion and immediately pulled my legs on his torso as he played with my toe fingers.
A shiver ran down my spine. It was impossible for me not to notice where my feet were.
The dirty thoughts I didn't want to think of once again made their way into my head, and I cleared my throat.
“I… I think we are rushing into things. It's not even official; how can you guys act on your whims like this?” I pulled my legs from Dylan's lap and sat before them to face the brothers.
Ericson raised his brows.
“Do you think we are rushing things?” He asked.
I nodded.
I thought this would make them realize it. Though I was open-minded about being with the two of them, this was new, and I needed some time. However, what I got in return was an amused chuckle from their sides.
I sat confused as they shook their heads at me.
What was the joke? Why were they laughing like I was talking about something funny? Did I make a mistake mentioning it? Did this make them angry, and did they laugh sarcastically?
Such thoughts entered my head, but I wasn't left confused for long. In the next second, Ericson moved at a weird, inhumane speed and pushed me down on the bed. His light brown eyes almost glowing as he raked his gaze at my face.
My breath caught up in my chest as I looked back at him with wide eyes.
“Oh, my honey, do you think we brothers are joking with you when we say we want you? Scratch that; we need you. We are in love with you, Angelica,” Ericson said before he smirked.
“You have no idea what rushing even means,” He paused before licking his lips.
I don't know if it was just me, but it almost looked like he was controlling some kind of animalistic desire inside him.
“If we were rushing, your mouth would've been wrapped around my hard length while Dylan's thick cck would've been buried deep inside you at the moment with his hands on your bobs and my hand pushing your head down,” Ericson said.
I looked at him, mouth agape.
How could he say such lewd words without even blinking his eyes?
“Ericson –” Dylan said, and Ericson looked up briefly before he sighed loudly.
He nodded more to himself before he bent and sniffed my chest.
Yes. He practically sniffed my chest as if I smelt before he left my hands.
“Uhh, this is hard,” Ericson groaned before leaving the bed and walking away.
I stayed in the same position, frozen for a few seconds before Dylan's voice snapped me out of it.
“I'm Sorry about that,” he said, and I waved my hand to let him know it was okay.
But was it okay? Because though his words were lewd, the wetness of panties begged to differ.