Decisions And Temptations..

~~Indiego~~

Slade had left for over 30 minutes, saying he was leaving to get something and I was already getting bored out of my head.

The wedding was already being rounded up and I itched to get some air, instead of forcing smiles that refused to hold up with each passing minute.

I turned to leave for the bathroom when I caught Emily's gaze. My heart stuttered. She was standing a while off, her fingers toying with the pendant around her neck while she looked at me with concern.

God, it felt good to see her again.

She made no move to approach me so I simply smiled slightly at her before leaving for the bathroom.

Walking briskly to the bathroom, I shut the door, gripping the spotless basin tightly while I tried to catch my breath. My necklace gleamed as it caught the reflection from the mirror. My face felt sunken and my chest felt hollowㅡ almost like I had lost all willpower.

The door was pushed open and I startled, fear coursing through my veins for a moment before I regained some semblance of calm. “Emily…” I turned to her, a small smile of relief curling my lips as she closed the door behind her.

Emily crossed her arms around her frame, a blank look on her face. “Hey…”

“Hi…” I rasped, feeling guilt bubble in my chest as I remembered our last exchange. The hurtful words I had hurled at her.

Fuck.

“Don't even…try to apologize” She raised her hand before I could open my lips. “That's not why I'm here. I mean, you were right. You're not me and maybe I was a bit imposing and all…” She stepped forward and suddenly wrapped her hands around me.

I froze, unsure of how to react. My body remained stiff for a moment before I relaxed, burying my face in her neck. “I'm sorry…” Tears brimmed in my eyes, making her green floral dress damp but neither of us pulled away.

She stroked my hairㅡ soft and comfortingㅡ “it's fine, Indie. I'm here now. I'm sorry for staying away. I'm really sorry”

“I'm sorry too” I whispered, sniffling with each word.

For a whole minute, we just stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace then I pulled away, wiping at my eyes. “Fuck, my mascara…” I laughed weakly, dabbing at the corner of my eyes with my fingers.

Emily laughedㅡ the sound more of a snort than a laughㅡ Then her expression turned serious. “You don't have to go back out there for the reception”

Slade's words echoed in my head again but I shook it off. “No, I survived the wedding. I'm fine. Seriously. It's all over now” I assured her, a weak smile curling my lips.

She stared at me for a moment, trying to gauge how I felt but then she nodded, stepping away. “Let's go”

With her right behind me, I stepped back into the hall, my heart still thudding in my chest.

“Emily” A voice from the corner called and I turned in time to see one of Braxton's cousins beckoning Emily over. “Come have a drink with us”

“Indie…” Emily muttered under her breath, her expression torn between me and the man who was still waiting.

Oh.

“Oh, go ahead. I'll be fine. Have fun” I smiled brightly, the side of my lips hurting as I pushed her towards him.

If there was no action in my life, I wouldn't subject her to the same fate. I watched as she strided over to the slender man, a bright smile on her face while her eyes sparkled when he leaned down to whisper something into her ear.

A grin spread across my face at that sight before I looked away, stalking over to an empty chair in the corner to sit.

Music floated through the air and chatted filled the room, the sound of glasses clinking as people drank and made merry. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my social media when I felt a familiar presence slide into the seat beside me.

I didn't bother to look up. “Finally done searching around the seven seas?” I asked, my voice bland.

Slade didn't answer for a minute. He just pulled his chair closer until our knees were almost touching, his gaze intense. “Missed me?” His voice was husky and devoid of mischief.

My gaze strayed to meet his, my phone long forgotten. “Where did you go?” I finally asked, trying to ignore the way my throat dried by the way he…looked at me.

I couldn't still tell if this was how he looked at everyone or if this hungry look in his eyes was reserved for just me. Lucky me.

He shrugged. “Been up and about looking for a ring for you, couldn't find anything up to your taste though…” He muttered, reaching forward to pull my chair closer with just a hand like I weighed nothing.

And for some odd reason, that move felt way hotter than it should have been.

“It's time for the couples dance” I tried to break the growing tension as I turned to look at Braxton lead his Bride on the dance floor for the first dance.

And I was the one who had choreographed the whole shit. Irony.

“Indiego…”

One word and I froze, turning to meet his gaze again. No one seemed to be paying any attention to us as we were in a secluded part of the hall, safe from unwanted attention.

Slade had a few buttons popped open on his shirt, revealing a bit of his tattoos. My gaze dropped for a moment then I snapped back up to meet his piercing eyes. “What?”

He pulled my chair closer until my seat was right between his open legs. My breath hitched as he let one hand drop to my thigh, his touch seeping through the fabric as the other hand reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You know when I said peach suited you?”

The sounds in the background seemed to fade into nothing and once more, I couldn't tear my gaze away. “Yeah?” My voice cracked.

He smirked and I felt his hand snake under my gown, his fingers ghosting over my inner thigh. “Yeah now, I want it off…”

Oh god. His hand was in my gown. His hand was in my fucking dress.

My eyes widened and my words failed me. No one had ever done that. I had never allowed anyone to do thatㅡ

His fingers brushed against my panties, thumb teasing as it brushed against my clit, sending a jolt through me. I panicked and clenched my thighs, trapping his hand in place. “Slade…” The word came out breathy.

People passed by us, unaware that his hand was under my fucking dress and I was one minute away from scandalizing myself. Fuck, it felt so good. Too good that I would end up making a bad decision here and now.

“You can say that you don't want me but I know you're dripping wet for my touch right now. You want me to spread your pretty legs apart, flick my tongue over every inch of you…” His words were dripping with hunger and desire and I almost moaned.

Oh god. Oh shit, his filthy words did things to me that I didn't think possible and I felt my insides clench around nothing.

I didn't even know when I had relaxed until I felt his fingers push my panties aside and a slender finger pushed into my wetness.

My eyes widened and a gasp rippled out of my throat but I was quick to slap a hand over my mouth as a few heads turned to look at us.

Slade leaned forward, his hand hidden from guests by the table. His gaze remained infuriatingly calm and his eyes bore through me. His finger stilledㅡ Not moving. Just warm and…present in me. Oh god.

His gaze darkened even more as he whispered. “Keep that hand over your mouth, Princess. I don't plan to let up…”

I felt his fingers move slightly, the friction making a spark of pleasure shoot up my spine as my hips unconsciously bucked forward.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” His words were sultry and dark but his gaze remained the same.

I felt pleasure build in me as he kept up the paceㅡ slow, leisure strokes that stoked a fire in me. Just as I felt myself at the brink of the edge, he stopped and pulled out his fingers.

My eyes widened in shock at the sudden action, my core feeling empty as he raised his wet fingers, his gaze trained on me as he wrapped his tongue slowly around it, licking at his slender finger.

My breath caught and my breathing was laboured. “Stop that. You're gonna get us caught” I hissed, even as I marveled at it.

Why would he do that? That finger was just inside me and he put it in his mouth?

A smirk curled his lips. “You taste even better than I imagined” The word rolled off his tongue smoothly. “Come to my room in five minutes, Indiego. Make your choice” Then he stood up like nothing has happened, brushing lint off his suit before he walked back into the direction of the house, leaving me gripping the edge of the seat, my core pulsing for release as I struggled to come to terms with what we just did in public.

The choice was mine. My gaze was fixed in the direction he had just walked off in.

And I had already made my choice.