Torn between two

Chapter 10

Dunya's POV

“Couldn’t you shop by yourself?” I ask as I’m being dragged across the parking lot by Layla.

“Well, as much as I love shopping for other people, you’d have to be around for fittings.” she answers clutching my hand. “Your tatas are way too big for me to know your exact size”

“Wait what? I don’t need any new clothes…” I manage to mumble confused. “And they´re not that big.”

“Yes, you do and yes they are. You can’t just show up in any rag tomorrow.” she stops rolling her eyes at me and then continues to drag me by my hand behind her.

“Show up where tomorrow?” I ask confused.

“To our Sunday brunch of course.” she answers like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“What Sunday brunch?” I stop to release my hand from her grip.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? We’re having brunch at my grandparents’ house and you’re coming! It´s a traditional Greek thing” she replies with a bright smile.

“Umm, no you didn’t… and I can’t just barge into your family brunch…” I roll my eyes at her.

She crosses her hands and says “Well now I am, and you’re invited. Besides, I know for a fact, that you don’t any plans for tomorrow.”

“Actually, I was supposed to see some coworkers for drinks" I say with a raised brow

“You'll have plenty of time later. Now come on, let’s find you a nice dress.” she grabs my hand again and leads me to the mall.

The shops look expensive, and I know without even going inside, that there’s no way, I can afford anything. Layla drags me from store to store, making me try on different dresses.

“This is perfect! You look amazing! We have to get this one!” she squeals as I walk out of the dressing room. The dress is white, with blue flower print, going down to just above my knees. It has thin straps and a sweetheart neckline, barely covering my breasts. The back is low cut, so you can’t really wear a bra. The dress is beautiful, and it fits me perfectly, but there’s no way these thin straps are holding my breasts in place.

“Umm… I don’t know… I can’t really wear any regular bras with this… And how much does this cost?” I say as I’m trying to see the price tag. 350Euros, no way in hell I’m going to buy a dress this expensive.

“Wow! I can’t afford this!” I turn around to get back in the dressing rooms. Layla grabs my hand stopping me.

“I will buy it for you! You look amazing in it! And you can wear it without a bra!”

“No way! No! You’re not buying anything for me. This is way too expansive. Besides, I have plenty of nice dresses at home, I’ll just wear one of those.” I release my hand and go back the changing rooms. Layla finally gave up after a while because of my stubbornness.

We continued shopping and went to eat lunch. Layla found a lot of new clothes, shoes, jewelry and bags. This girl is a worse shop-a-holic than I am. Well, the only thing stopping me is the money, which she clearly isn’t shy of.

In just a short time we've grown closer, I can talk to her about everything, there’s not a single dull moment with her. I’ll really miss her, when she goes back home.

“So, how’s everything with the douche?” she asks out of the blue.

“You mean Elijah.” I roll my eyes at her. Seriously, what’s with all the hate. “Everything’s great, we have another date today. He's the perfect gentleman and seems to really care about me. I’ve noticed something weird about him though…” I say and shuffle my salad around in thought. “He doesn’t eat anything around me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen him drink either”

She almost chokes on her water and says, “trust me, that’s a good thing!”

“What do you mean?” I ask confused.

“Nothing, just messing with you.” she corrects herself. I raze my brow at her, not really getting the joke.

“Okay… Maybe I’m just trying to imagine something out of nothing. I mean he's perfect in every way. I’m not used to that, I’m afraid of being disappointed and heartbroken again.”

“He’s not perfect, believe me.” she starts and leans in closer “You know who is?” she asks excitedly. I raise an eyebrow at her, knowing fully well who she's talking about.

“Daniel!” she squeals and jumps up. “Eric my love, you're here! Finally!” I turn around to find that Daniel and Eric are standing behind me. This is an ambush! She didn't mention anything about them coming here.

She goes to hug Daniel and gives Eric a long kiss, making me and Daniel feel awkward just standing there. I get up and go for a hug, getting tiny shocks all over my body from his touch. Daniel tenses up right away but relaxes in my arms and hugs me back. God damn it, what is with all the electricity when we touch. And ohh God he smells so good! I let go of him hesitantly, before the hug prolongs beyond a regular friend hug and smile at him.

“Hi, nice to see you again" I say and turn to shake Eric’s hand, as I don’t know him so well.

The guys joined us for lunch, which was more than awkward for me. Here he was, staring at me, once again, with few words to say. I knew I had made things awkward by turning him down. I tried to think of a good excuse for leaving, but nothing good came to my mind. And I knew anything I'd say, Layla would have turned it down. Damn it.

After lunch, Layla thought it would be a good idea to go the beach. Luckily, I didn’t have my bikinis with me, so at least I'd get away for a moment.

“I’ll just go home to get my swimwear and towel, and I’ll see you THERE in an hour" I said as I was trying to slip out of there.

“Danny can drive you home, and we'll see you guys there.” she said and looked at Daniel, who looked more than pleased with her sister. God damn-it Layla!

“No, I can go by taxi. It won't take long”

“it’s no trouble. I have a pair of trunks in my car anyway.” Daniel says and before I can say anything he's walking to the car.

I give Layla a murderous look and go after Daniel. Layla is doing this on purpose, she knows fully well about yesterday and that I turned Daniel down on his date offer. She was more then disappointed at that, but I´m not here to fulfil her crazy dreams. Why is she so hell-bent on making us a couple?

The drive was silent, not awkward silent, but a content one. I asked to open the windows so I could enjoy the breeze on my face and hair. Once we arrived at my apartment, I quickly rushed inside panicking about going to the beach. I don’t quite feel comfortable showing my body to Daniel, or Eric for that matter. They're all shaped like Gods and I’m a chubby gnome.

I put my bikini on, then put on a sun dress with sandals. I’m not going to take this dress of. I thought to myself as I looked myself in the mirror. I washed my make up and put my hair on a high ponytail.

I walked to the car and saw that Daniel was leaning against side of the SUV. He had crossed his hands across his chest, his bulgy arms very much bulgier, his sunglasses on making him look like a model. Oh my God how hot. He noticed me walking towards him and rushed to open the door for me. He went back to the driver’s side, and we took off in silence.

I managed to gather up some courage and asked him “is everything okay? I mean with us?”

“Yeah, of course.” he said as he looked at me and continued “why wouldn’t it be?”

“No reason, just wondering.” I said nervously.

“Of course, I’m disappointed that you chose a leech over me… but I’m fine.”

“Leech? You don’t know him, he's sweet, treats me well and is a perfect gentleman” I tried to convince him.

“Yeah, I’m sure he is.” he said sarcastically.

“What does that mean? He is.” I argued. “What is this hate towards him, when you don’t even know him?” I asked annoyed.

“I know of his kind” he answered with a dull expression.

“His kind? What is his kind?”

“Nothing, forget it.”

“No, please do tell. I’d like to know, what his kind is?” I asked obviously annoyed.

“Let’s just say, that our families go way back.” he answered angrily.

“And!?” I crossed my hand across my chest.

“Nothing. Let’s not argue, please?” he said apologetically and looked my way.

“Fine. But one of these days, you'll have to tell me what all of this hostility is all about.”

“You look cute, when you get mad" he said with a smirk, making blood rush to my cheeks. This is no time to blush. I punch his arm playfully, making him chuckle.

He parks the car in the parking lot near the beach, rushes to open the door for me and once I’m out, goes to the trunk to get his backpack. We walk to the changing rooms, and I wait outside while he's changing.

My jaw nearly drops to the floor, when Daniel walks back out. It feels like there's a faucet between my legs, that opened up right as I looked at him. His body is really toned, and he has an eight pack! Eight! His tan chest shines in the sunlight almost blinding me. He's straight out of every girl’s wet dreams. His trunks are so low, you can see the perfect V shape below his abdomen. God, I want to lick every inch of this man.

He notices my staring and gives me a knowing smirk. That jerk, he waited for this reaction. He looks at me kind of disappointed, he was probably waiting for me to be on my bikinis. I clear my throat and look the other way.

“Why are you still wearing a dress?” he asks as he comes near me.

“I’m not going to swim, so no need to take this off" I say and walk the other way.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Layla and Eric?”

“Yeah, I guess” I stop and turn around searching for them. I try to look at his body discretely, but he catches my glare and smirks.

“Like what you see?” He asks while he runs his hand on his chest and abs, making me red as a tomato. I bite my lower lip imagining my own hand running down his abs, squeezing his biceps. He chuckles at my reaction.

“I-I… I wonder what’s taking them so long.” I manage to mumble and look away, so he doesn’t see my face crimson red face.

Daniel’s POV

It feels good seeing Dunya clearly affected by me, a real big ego boost. I didn’t even have to smell her, to know she’s horny for me. All I wanted to know was why is she resisting this so much?

I get closer to her “You can touch if you want.”

“No thanks. I’m fine.” She says clearly squirming in place, her cheeks crimson red.

“Are you sure?” I smirk and get even closer, my breath fanning over her face. I grab her hand, feeling little sparks between us once again and pull it to my abs. Just as she’s about to touch I hear Layla’s voice.

“There you two are!” She waves at us and comes closer holding Eric’s hand. “Dunya, where’s your bikini? Let’s go for a swim!” She asks as she lowers her sunglasses.

Dunya pulls her hand off and turns to Layla. “I’m not going to swim, you go ahead”

“What do you mean, not going for a swim? Of course, you are! You love swimming in the sea! Take that dress off, we’ll wait” she demands.

“No, I don’t want to right now.” she says glaring at her crossing her hands across her chest. Is my little mate shy? She seems to be insecure about her body, and I don’t really understand. Her body is smoking hot, what is she afraid of?

“Why not?” I ask her confused.

“I just don’t want to.” She says, her cheeks still burning red. Layla mind links me “She’s shy because of you!” I shake my head in disbelief, lift her up over my shoulder and carry her to the water. She starts squirming and tries to get away.

“Daniel, what the hell! Put me down!” she yells squirming in my hold. I keep walking down the beach, not listening to her at all. Layla and Eric laugh at the situation and follow us.

“Layla help!” she yells again.

“Fight your own battles, woman” She chuckles at Dunya.

“Daniel, put me down! I’ll go on my own!” I stop for a moment.

“You’ll go swimming with us?”

“Yes! Just put me down, so, I can take this dress off.” she pleads. I put her down on her feet cross my hands across my chest. She takes a step back, collecting herself. Next thing I know, she runs away from us laughing.

“Hey!” I yell and go after her. “You little liar!” I say as I catch up to her easily. I pick her up once again, throwing her over my shoulder and start walking to the water. She tries to squirm, so I’d let her go.

“Daniel, please! I don’t have anything else to wear! Just let me take this dress off!” she pleads again.

I lift her dress up, holding her close. “No! I want to take it off myself!” She practically squeals in my ear.

“If I let you down, you promise to take it off and go for a swim with us?”

“Yes, I promise” she says renouncing defeat. I put her down, standing close, so she doesn’t run away again. She looks up at me, with burning red cheeks.

“Go ahead, take the dress off. I’m not going anywhere” I smirk at her.

“Fine.” she says lifting her dress, pulling it over her head, revealing her bikinis underneath. She’s wearing a leopard print Bikini top and bottom, with pink underlay and gold accessory. The top is barely holding her huge t**s in place, and the bottom has strings on the sides that I want to pull. All the blood rushes to my d**k, making it twitch with excitement. I want to rip them off of her and take her here, make her mine. How is this girl self-conscious with a body like that? My wolf growls in my head, making it hard for me to focus on the situation at hand. Oh, my Goddess, I need to get under water and quickly.

I lift her up over my shoulder again and carry her into the water. Our skin-to-skin contact makes my skin burn. I need her, I need to be deep inside of her. She yells something in protest, but it’s all a big fuzz to me, I’m trying my hardest to keep my wolf at bay.

I throw her in the water, and dive in myself. She jumps up squealing, splashing water over me and has a grin from ear to ear.

“You jerk!” she says as she splashes water on me again. I get a grip on her hand, and pull her closer and lift her up, holding my hands beneath her thighs squeezing them gently. She puts her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she looks into my eyes. Her breathing becomes heavier. We stare into each other's eyes for what feels like an eternity and our lips crash. She puts her hands around my neck, pulling be closer. Her body yearning for mine just as mine is yearning for hers.

I lick her lower lip and she opens her mouth, welcoming my tongue. Our tongues entangled massaging each other. My manhood grows stronger, making it almost painful. She’s hanging just on top of it her core rubbing on it, emitting a growl from me. I feel her n*****s harden, poking my chest, making me groan in her mouth. She suddenly stops and looks at me with lust in her eyes, quickly turning to shame.

“What wrong baby?” I ask her as he eyes flash with different emotions.

“Can you please let me down.” She says shyly. I let her get down still keeping her in my embrace.

“I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have done that…” she says shakily and tries to get away from my embrace. “I have to go” she says and walks towards the shore.

“Dunya what´s wrong? What happened?” I follow her confused. What the f**k just happened?

“I just can’t...” she says and collects her belongings from the beach and walks away.