Falling, Fallen | ✔️

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~Ayla's POV~

"Are you ready yet, Ayla? You're taking a while." Soren grumbled as he strided into my room, making me glance over my shoulder at him. I raised a brow and finished putting in my other earring, amused. "You act like we're going to a meeting with your father and not a club with your friends." I teased.

Soren's eyes bugged so wide when his eyes flicked down to my body that I thought they'd pop out of his skull at any second. "Holy fuck, Ayla! What the hell are you wearing?" He growled, staring at my outfit. I couldn't help but to giggle softly, biting my lip to try to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. "What's wrong? Do I not look good?" I asked with faux innocence, cocking my head to the side. I knew exactly what had him freaking out about this dress, and that was precisely why I had worn it. "Look good?" He scoffed. "You look fucking hot, but your dress is fucking see through, Ayla! Why the hell are you going to meet my friends in that?" He exclaimed, looking utterly furious. I just giggled again, knowing he was only mad at the idea of another man ogling me, and stalked over to him. "Well, I have to look good, don't I?" I said playfully. That just earned me a glare.

"Not for them, you don't." He scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he stood in front of the doorway.

I raised my brows up at him and placed my hands on my hips. "Come on, it's just a dress, Soren. It's not like it's a big deal." I sighed, rolling my eyes as I turned around to go grab my heels. He grabbed my wrist immediately and pulled me back against him, with his chest to my back. "This dress shows everything. How would you feel if I walked into a crowd of women with just my boxers on, huh?" He hissed, his words making jealousy immediately rear up inside of me. I turned my head towards him and met his gaze over my shoulder. "If you're not as tempted by other women as you say you are, then I wouldn't care." I answered, knowing that I was being a smart ass.

He spun me around and I moaned as he crashed his lips onto mine roughly, biting onto my bottom lip before he licked the tender spot with his tongue. "If I see you flirting with even one man, I'll take your ass back here and fuck you until you remember that you're mine." He promised, making my core pulse as he released me. I felt him smack my butt before he pulled away. "Get your shoes on so we can go." He told me, walking out of my room.

Smiling in satisfaction, I fixed my nude lipstick in the mirror and tightened my high ponytail on my head. I knew my outfit was daring and it would push his buttons, but that was the point. Besides, this dress never got to be worn, sadly, and this seemed like the perfect chance to wear it. It was black and very sheer due to the mesh fabric, with a corset waist and built in underwear and padded, underwire supportive cups for my breasts. I quite liked it, but it wasn't exactly an appropriate dress to wear day-to-day. I slipped on a pair of black pumps and then grabbed my purse before I headed downstairs to leave with Soren.

The second his eyes landed on my dress again, he narrowed his eyes. "I've never had more of a love-hate relationship with a piece of clothing as I do with this dress on you." He muttered, practically stomping out the front door. I followed him out the door and he locked it whilst I waited for him at the car, slipping into the passenger's seat.

The car ride to the nightclub that Soren had picked, a nightclub that was called the Good Room, was thankfully longer than it felt. When we arrived, Soren and I headed into the club, his arm slithering around my waist. He kissed my cheek and led me through the dense crowd of people, the bass of the music able to be felt thumping all the way from my feet to my head. I smiled slightly and pressed into his side more, spotting only the familiar face of Luca when we arrived at the bar. "There you two are!" Luca exclaimed as we approached, grinning. "We've been waiting forever." He said, standing next to another guy and a girl.

Soren grinned and did that weird man hug with Luca and the other man, merely glancing at the girl before he turned to me. "This is Ayla. Ayla, this is Benny and Danica." He introduced me, gesturing to the two people I was unfamiliar with. "And obviously you remember Luca." He added, causing me to laugh. "Yeah, with how drunk you two got the last time I saw him, it's kind of hard not to." I said.

Luca laughed and, to my great surprise, decided to pull me into a hug, yanking me straight out of Soren's arms. I gasped at how tightly he squeezed his arms around me, feeling like my head was about to pop off my shoulders. Thankfully he pulled away from me pretty quickly, releasing me from the suffocating embrace. "You look hot!" He told me after a quick scan of my attire, turning to the bartender and yelling something to him that I didn't catch. "T-Thanks." I stuttered.

Noticing our exchange, Soren pulled me back into his side and glared at Luca. "Hands off, man." He said grumpily, causing Luca to laugh and wink back at him. I was pretty sure he had already had several drinks before we arrived.

After we all got our drinks we went and sat down together on one of the seats along the wall with these little tables attached to the floors. Soren pulled me down onto his lap, making me almost spill my drink. "No hugging other guys in this dress, Ayla." He murmured in my ear. I couldn't help but to giggle, turning my head to glance at him over my shoulder. "Why? Does it make you jealous to see me pressed against another man with so much exposed?" I teased, which just earned me a glare. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me in for a hard kiss, almost as if he was trying to claim me with it. I was panting when we broke apart, my lips tingling from his kiss. "I've made it clear enough by now that I'm possessive and I get jealous, Ayla. No touching other men." He nearly growled.

I smiled and nodded my head, peering down at him. "You act like I would even want another man." I said, giggling at the idea. It seemed utterly ridiculous to me, because I knew it was. Since the first moment we had a real kiss, Soren had essentially vanquished the idea of being with another man from my mind entirely.

"Oh, no." He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "It's more like I know there are men who want you and are not at all disappointed by the way you look. If I thought you'd ever fuck another man, there's no way in hell I'd let you leave the house in this dress. Not when it brings so much attention to you." He murmured, causing me to smile and gently stroke my fingers through his dark hair as I sipped on my drink. He hummed in delight, seeming to relish in the feeling even as I kissed him gently. It wasn't necessary, but it was my way of silently assuring him that he had nothing to worry about. I was sure that he probably already knew that, to me, no other man could compare to him.

When I broke away from the kiss and turned my head back around, sipping from my cup, I caught the gaze of that girl they were friends with—Danica. She was really pretty, with her caramel colored skin, deep brown eyes and short brown hair to her shoulders. In her heels she was a few inches taller than me despite the fact that my heels were a bit higher than hers, which I knew meant she was just taller than me in general, and she had a petite figure—long legs, tiny waist and a thigh gap that I could only ever imagine having.

She was very beautiful, however she didn't seem to like me, if I was going off the way she was giving me the world's worst death glare. I cleared my throat awkwardly and looked away, wondering why she was looking at me like that. "Soren?" I whispered, glancing up at him. "What's up with Danica glaring at me like that?"

He looked down at me and his face formed an uncomfortable expression. "Um, right." He mumbled. "See, the thing about Danica is that we slept together a couple times." He explained awkwardly, causing me to gape at him. I smacked his arm and he huffed, shooting me an exasperated look. "I'm sorry! It wasn't anything big. It just sort of happened, after we broke up. We'd sleep together every once in a while, that's all." He said, his words making me blink at him when I processed them. "After you broke up?" I echoed, thoroughly confused. Now he looked even more uncomfortable.

"Well, Danica's my ex. You know, the one I dated for six years." He said it like it was no big deal.