Chapter 15 Unscrupulous thoughts
ANGELICA’S POV
"I... Sir Ericson... You... Dylan!" I shouted, trying to push Ericson away from me, and it wasn't long before Dylan rushed to my cabin, looking between me and his brother before he sighed.
He sighed?! What the hell was wrong with him?! Why was he not being scared like me? Why was he not panicking? How could he be so calm when my heart and mind were a mess?
"It’s okay, Angel. Don't worry about it. His eyes become like this when he is compassionate about something," Dylan scrunched his brows.
Compassionate about something? Did he really think he was trying to fool a kid here? I saw what happened, and this was in no way affected by emotions.
I looked at Ericson briefly, only to see his eyes return to normal. Wait… how did he—? Was I imagining things for real?
"Did you guys kiss?" Dylan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I could sense the jealousy in his eyes.
But why would he even think that? And was that the most important thing at the moment? I shook my head at him to deny it nonetheless.
"Why? Does that make you jealous, brother?" Ericson suddenly pulled me close to his chest, his hand resting on my small back, and I gulped.
Woah, what the hell was it about? I don't like where this was going.
"Ericson, leave her alone. This wasn't in the -" I saw Sir Dylan close his eyes as if trying to control something.
"Angel, can you give us some time? Why don't you go to our cabin? The food is ready. We will join you shortly," Dylan said, and though he asked it, the warning in his voice was unmistakable.
I tried to free myself from Ericson's grip, but he only tightened his hold.
"Mi Vida!" He raised his voice, and I sighed.
"Ericson!" Dylan raised his voice too.
I bit my lips, looking between the two.
This won't work. I turned my body to Ericson, so my body almost plastered on him as he hugged me closer, forcing him to look at me.
"Ericson," I said before cupping his cheeks above his mask.
I could've used this opportunity to take off his mask, but I didn't want to invade his privacy like that.
I placed my hand on his chest before patting it slowly. I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. I saw the heroine doing this in a recent movie.
"Calm down. No one is going anywhere, especially me," I said, and he looked into my eyes for a few seconds before nodding.
It was as if something snapped inside him because he immediately let me go.
A part of me was disappointed at the loss of the warmth, but I knew this was important. He ruffled his hair before looking behind me at Dylan.
"I lost control. Sorry," Ericson said before gazing at me.
"I am so-"
"It's okay. It happens sometimes," I smiled comfortingly to let him know I was cool about it before chuckling.
"Now, if you guys are done glaring at each other, can we eat? I am hungry as hell," I said, and they nodded.
I walked out of my cabin, heaving a sigh of relief. There was no way I was going to let them know how much this incident affected my heart.
The way Ericson held me and Dylan was possessive of me, would there be a man who could make me feel the same way they do?
And was it unscrupulous that I wanted both of them to myself? Damn it, Angelica. There was nothing Angelic about you anymore.
You have turned into a bad, naughty girl. I scolded myself, not ashamed of my imagination running wild.
After some time, Dylan and Ericson walked into the cabin, and we sat across each other to eat.
"Angelica, can you push off the evening meeting to Saturday? We don't really feel like going there today," Dylan said, and I nodded.
"Okay, sir,"
"Dylan," he corrected me, and I hummed, my gaze flickering to Ericson, who was eating with his brows knitted, and I felt kind of bad for him.
Maybe I was responsible for how he reacted too? I wasn't precisely opposing his advances.
The room was silent.
I looked at my phone, which beeped with an incoming message.
"We are going clubbing, and you are coming," the message said, and I quickly typed okay before resuming my eating.
"By the way, we are going to a business meeting in another country next week. Prepare your things. The weather gets hot during the day and cold during the night, so pack things accordingly," Dylan said, and I hummed before placing my cutlery down.
"Are you done? You ate less today," Ericson commented.
"I don't feel like eating much," I said.
"Look, I am sorry about what happened. You don't have to be uneasy about it -"
"I am not thinking about it, Erickson. It happens when you are in front of such a beautiful woman. It is not your fault," I nodded at him, and he looked at me for a few seconds.
"Were you always this narcissistic, or am I seeing it for the first time?" He asked.
He was amused. I could see it in his eyes, and I smiled.
Well, at least he smiled.
"This only comes out in front of people I am comfortable with. You don't make me anxious, as you mentioned earlier, " I stood to leave, and Dylan immediately held my hand, pulling me between Ericson and him.
They looked at me with raised brows, and I looked at them, confused.
"So we don't make you feel anxious, hmm? What do we make you feel then?" Dylan asked as I was almost squeezed between them, and I smiled.
"Do you really need me to spell it out loud," I let them look at the lust in my eyes.
I can always counter it later on, but I wanted to be daring enough for once.
I could see their pupils dilating, and I smiled before leaning back into the couch, deliberately sitting in a way that would push my brasts out slightly but not in a slutty manner, just to let them see my dominating aura as I relaxed.
“What do you think I feel?” I cocked my brow at them.