Chapter 24 Nowhere to run
ANGELICA'S POV
"You are good at flirting—quite the contrary from your appearance. First, finding your bride at a club, and now this marriage thing. I never pegged you to be this amusing," I said, slapping Dylan’s naked chest lightly, the feel of his hot skin under my palm making me shiver lightly.
Was it just me, or did it almost feel like my body was electrocuted as soon as I touched his skin?
I raised my gaze from my hand to look into his eyes and felt my breath catch in my throat.
Dylan's deep eyes were looking at me so intensely that it made me want to touch him again and run away from him at the same time.
As my body trembled under the touch, I became even more conscious of how close Ericson was to me.
My heart started to pace at the speed of the bullet train as the realization that I was pressed between two most handsome men dawned upon me.
That dream I had about being fucked by both of them made its way back into my head, and I gulped.
My throat turned dry, and I gulped, my heaving chest creating more friction between us.
I needed to be out of here to be sane and not do something I would regret later. I knew that. But the main question was how to move my body when every inch of it wanted to feel its warmth all over it.
I waited for a solid couple of minutes, staring into Dylan's eyes, trying to find just a flicker of hint that would tell me he was joking and that the words that left his mouth were not what he meant to say.
However, his expression remained unchanged after a few minutes, and I didn't know what to say.
Why? It made no sense because a part of me was down to do it.
I was deeply in love with Tyler just a couple of days ago. How can I fall for another man, not just one but two, so quickly?
"I... This has to be a joke," I said more to myself than them.
"What?" Dylan asked, the hurt expression clear in his eyes, and I shook my head.
No. It didn't make any sense at all.
How can they propose to someone to marry them just because she kissed them on the cheeks? This has to be some serious kind of fcked-up logic.
It was true that I liked my bosses. Hell, who wouldn't, with their sexy appearance and caring and dominating nature? But this…
This was too much.
I doubt Dylan knew what he was talking about.
They have mentioned plenty of times that they don't have friends or people to spend time with. And now that they have me, they must've liked my company because of how carefree I am.
That might be why he feels he has fallen in love with me.
Yup. That must be the reason. I told myself, putting the entire blame on them before I stood from my place.
"Angel," Dylan sat straight before holding my hand to stop me, but I pressed my lips into a thin line.
"Leave her, Dylan. She needs time to cooperate with her feelings," Ericson said, and I was glad for his understanding.
However, my relief was temporary because, in the next second, he stood, held my hand, and pulled me insanely close to him, my chest hitting him, and I looked at him with wide eyes.
"Don't you want to know what I look like?" He asked me.
I stood there like a stupid fool, gazing into his eyes with wide ones of my own because my brain was honestly not processing anything at all.
What was I supposed to answer?
On one hand, I was trying to run away from them; on the other, I was anticipating their next move.
I wanted to run out of this apartment and take up his offer..
"I..." I started but stopped myself.
"Let me decide for you," Ericson said before he took off his mask, and I gasped at his handsome face.
If Dylan was the son of the aphrodisiac, Ericson was a Greek god. There was no comparison between them.
Even looking at them felt like hitting the jackpot, and I felt so…
"Now that you have seen our faces, who will it be if you have to kiss one of us first?" Ericson asked me, his words interrupting my thoughts.
"You," I answered, muddle-headed before the words registered in my mind and my pupils dilated.
"No... What I mean to say is --"
"She says she wants to kiss me first, Dylan," Ericson smirked at Dylan, and I looked at the man, shaking my head.
"I want to kiss you too, mi vida," Ericson said before he bent. My breath hitched as I closed my eyes, waiting for his following actions.
However, the kiss I had anticipated never came.
I opened my eyes, only to see him standing with his face almost in front of me and a knowing smirk.
"Gotcha," Ericson flicked my nose, enough for me to turn red in embarrassment.
"Ericson, you--" I started, but he came so close to me that we almost breathed the same air.
"You can take your time, Il Tesoro, but you can't run away from us." Ericson didn't flicker his gaze away from mine for a second, and I let out a shaky breath, stepping back as soon as he let go of my hand.
I took a few steps back, my gaze flickering between the two men watching me like a hawk, a smirk playing on both of their lips as if they knew something I didn't before I turned around and ran.
Yes, I literally ran away from their apartment to mine as if my body was on fire because that was exactly how I was feeling.
Hot, anxious, and more than that, needy.
It was a strange mixture of complicated feelings.
As soon as I closed the door, I slid on the floor, my legs giving up as I sat on the carpet, replaying what happened last night to this moment.
With my hand on my chest to calm my heart, I looked at my other hand and blushed, remembering how Ericson held my hand, pulled me closer, and Dylan's hand on my stomach.
I looked at my phone, which was still on the sofa where I had left it, and walked to the table to grab it.
I dialed my mother's number and waited for her to answer the call.
"Hey, doodle, what's going on? Are you kissing your mom so you can call so early in the morning?" My mom asked, and I licked my bottom lip.
"Hey, Mom," I said breathlessly, unsure how to bring up the topic.
However, she was the only one I could open up to this since she had experience.
"Can I ask you something, Mom?" I asked.
I heard some noise in the background before the sound of the door closing came, and my mom spoke up,
"What is it, sweetheart?" She asked, her voice more serious.
"Is it possible to fall in love so quickly? I mean, I broke up with Tyler just last week, and I have met these people..." I stopped myself.
No. There was no way I would tell Mom that I was falling for not one but two men together. No matter how open-minded she was, this will only make me sound like a slut.
“...This amazing man, who is everything I have ever wanted in a boyfriend, and I feel good with him, Mom,” I trailed off, unsure how to put it.