Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Seven- Trying to fight the urge.

Violet

I groan in frustration as I watch Arlo walk away from me. You can’t kiss a girl like he just did and leave! It is unfair! Asshole God, why am I so mad? I shake my head and run my fingers through my hair. I need to pull myself together and pretend like everything is fine and act like I am not pissed off. I take a couple of deep breaths, grab my drink and stroll back through.

Arlo’s eyes land on me, and he smirks. I smile sweetly and go to retake my seat on the sofa, but Alison has taken my spot. I glance around for someone to sit and see Arlo pat his lap. I shake my head and sit on the floor.

“You can have my seat if you, sweetness.” Parker smiles.

“Thank you, but I am fine here,” I reply.

I see Arlo stand up out of the corner of my eye. I make sure not to be obvious I am watching him. He comes towards me and sits on the floor next to me. He rests his hand on my knee.

“Are you okay, gorgeous?”

He makes himself sound innocent, but the look on his face and in his eyes is far from it—a smug look on his face and eyes full of amusement.

“Yes, fine, thank you,” I answer confidently.

I break eye contact with him and take a sip of my drink. Arlo’s hand travel up to my thigh, squeezing it. I bite on my lip to stop from reacting. He wants to mess with me; I will do it right back to him. I soon feel the warmth of his breath on the skin of my neck, and a shudder runs straight through me.

“Did I leave you sexually frustrated, beautiful?” he rasps and kisses my neck.

I can’t fight it anymore, and a loud whimper escapes from my lips. He chuckles against my neck and pulls away. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me after hearing my whimpers. I slowly lift my head, and the three of them are on the sofa, smirking at me.

“Stop smirking,” I complain.

My annoyance made the four of them laugh. I groan and flip them off, taking a gulp of my drink. Arlo’s hand keeps its place on my thigh. I try to forget it is there, and it works for a while, ten seconds. His fingers dance to my inner thigh, and he caresses it with his rough fingertips. I shift and shudder under his touch. He does not seem phased at all that we are in a room with other people. Is this what he is like? If he is seeing someone, it doesn’t matter if they aren’t alone; he still touches and teases. I probably shouldn’t be surprised after all the information I have learned about him today.

I should swat his hand. I should fight the urge, but there is something inside of me that is telling me not to. What is wrong with me? This is not usual behaviour for me. Arlo’s hand seems to go higher, and if he doesn’t stop, his hand will be between my thighs, and I can’t deal with it.

I quickly jump to my feet and rush towards the bathroom. I lock the door behind me, resting against it and let out a loud sigh. I needed a breather from him. I am aroused by his touches. He continued I would have ended up doing something I may regret in the morning.

I splash some cold water on my face before I leave the bathroom. When I step out, I am met with Parker standing in the hallway against the wall. A knowing look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I huff.

He laughs loudly, “My best friend turning you on, sweetness?”

I place my hand on my hip and shake my head, “Nope. I don’t know what you mean.”

There is no point in lying to him because he knows, but I need to try at least to put up a fight. Parker pulls himself off the wall and comes towards me.

“Liar. Are you trying to tell me if I slipped my hands into your panties, I wouldn’t feel you wet?” he asks.

I swallow hard and shake my head. He better not start with me. I am turned on enough by one of them, never mind a second one, too. Parker reaches his hand up and strokes the hair away from my eyes.

“Don’t worry; he has that effect on most women.” He says, pecks my lips and disappears into the bathroom.

I stand there, confused. What was the need for him to do that? God, I wish these men would stop kissing me and running away. I groan and become tempted to head to my bedroom rather than back to the living room, but I know I won’t be alone in there for long. Either Alison or one of the guys will come find me. It is safer for me to be in the living room rather than in a bedroom with one of the guys because that would be the start of trouble for me.

“Everything okay?” Alison questions with a raised brow.

I nod and smile, stealing the chair since Arlo is still on the floor sitting.

“Guys, I think I am going to call it a night. I am exhausted and have work in the morning.” Alison says.

No, she can’t leave me with the guys, not again. My attention diverts quickly to her, and she will know why by the look on my face.

“You will be fine. Guys, behave.” She warns again, pointing between the two.

“I probably won’t be too far behind you,” I add.

I have had a stressful few days, and I am emotionally drained. It will be bedtime for me soon, too. Alison said her goodnights, and I heard her talking to Parker in the hallway, probably warning him the same thing she did the others.

“What does Alison think we are going to do? Have a damn foursome in the living room.” Parker chuckles, falling down on the sofa.

Oh God, why does his suggestion sound appealing to me? How would that even work? God, that would be hard work, three at once. My body wouldn’t know what had hit it. f*****g hell, why am I even having these thoughts? The heat rises on my skin, and I slouch down on the chair and cover my face.

I soon regretted my actions because I could feel all of their eyes burn into me. They will know by looking at me that the cause of my actions is because of what Parker said. I would like the ground to open up and swallow me now, please.

“What is the matter, kitten? Does the idea make you flustered?” Tyson asks.

“Mmm, I think it does.” Arlo pipes in.

“Oh, I bet you will have some dirty dreams tonight, naughty girl,” Parker says.

Fuck my life! f**k it f**k it f**k it!

I slowly uncover my face and look at them. They are all staring at me with sexy smiles on their lips.

“Stop!” I whine.

The three of them bust out laughing.

“We aren’t doing anything. You are the one having dirty thoughts, angel.” Arlo says.

“No, I am not! You are all delusional. If you don’t stop, I am going to bed alone.”

I make sure to emphasize the alone before they get any ideas. They all hold their hands up and promise to stop. I don’t know if I believe them, but if they don’t, I will go to bed like I threatened.