Falling, Fallen | ✔️

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~Ayla's POV~

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

I blinked at him, feeling my lips part in utter disbelief. How had it not occurred to him to maybe tell me about this? I didn't even know that he was still friends with her, let alone that he used to sleep with her even after they broke up! "What the hell, Soren?" I scowled, both shocked and angry at him. "Did it not occur to you to tell me that?" I asked with audible irritation. He frowned at me and tightened his arm around my waist, sighing. "Look, I know I should've told you. It just didn't occur to me, that's all. I mean, all that it was was sex. If it helps any, I haven't slept with her in like, nine months." He told me, but I just frowned at him. It didn't really help to me, honestly.

"How come you're still friends with her? I assumed that you had stopped talking once you broke up but clearly not." I scoffed, turning in his lap to look at him easier. The flashing lights within the club painted over his handsome face with a red glow, somehow only making him look hotter. "Well, we were friends before we started dating and I guess that just didn't change, even after we broke up." He answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"Say something." He nearly pleaded when I didn't say anything, unsure of how to respond. I looked at him and furrowed my brows. "What am I supposed to say? This is just..." I shook my head and stood up off his lap after I pushed his arm off me, setting my cup on the table in front of us. "I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick." I muttered, quickly striding off before he could answer. Truthfully, I had no idea where the bathroom was at in this place, so I ended up wandering the large club for maybe five minutes before I finally found it down a hall. I headed into one of the stalls in the women's bathroom, hiding in there while I tried to sort out my thoughts and feelings.

This was a lot to digest at once. If I'm being completely honest, it wasn't necessarily the fact that he had slept with his ex—evidently several times—that upset me. It was that he was still friends with her and hadn't even told me about it.

I couldn't help but to let my thoughts wander into places that I knew I shouldn't have. Was it possible that the sex hadn't been just sex to him, or to her? Did he maybe still have feelings for her? What if he had lied and had actually been sleeping with her still, too? These thoughts were all unwarranted but they were legitimate concerns of mine nonetheless, even though I tried my best to push them out of my mind. Soren had no reason to lie to me about it when, in the beginning, he was the one who created the rules between us. "He's not sleeping with her." I mumbled to myself, shaking my head in attempt to try to dismiss these worries.

By the time I had managed to gather myself, I looked at my phone and realized that fifteen minutes had already gone by without me noticing. I heaved out a breath and push my phone back into my purse, heading out of the stall. It wasn't really necessary since I hadn't even used the toilet but I washed my hands before I left anyway. The crowd seemed to have gotten more condensed and uncomfortable as I wormed my way through, trying to find my way back to Soren and his friends. I eventually spotted the back of his dark head of hair as he stood by the bar with Danica, talking with her. Jealousy immediately perked it's head up inside my chest and refused to be squashed back down.

It certainly didn't help that I could tell she was flirting with him, even from far away enough that I couldn't hear either of them. The way she was giggling and touching his arm was evident enough to me just what she was doing. And funnily enough, he was just smirking at her, which pissed me off to no end.

Feeling jealous and angry, I practically stomped my way over to them, pushing through the crowd. The closer I got to them the more it seemed like she didn't even care that she was flirting with him so brazenly, which just irritated me even more. I grabbed Soren by the back of his tight shirt and yanked him back, stepping in front of him. Danica narrowed her brown eyes at me and, though a fight wasn't what I wished to start, I glared back at her. If she thought I would just go along with this, then she could think again.

"He's mine." I said firmly, glaring daggers at her. She was taller than me, sure, but that didn't matter to me because she was also far thinner than me. I could win if she tried to do something, probably. "Oh?" Danica laughed loudly and grinned mockingly at me. "That's what you think, honey, but I was his first for everything. First kiss, first and only girlfriend, the first person he slept with...He'll always come back to me." She trailed, her eyes flicking over my figure. "Well, from what I've heard your first time fucking him was awful. And I don't know if you remember, but he dumped you, so I highly doubt he's the one that will crawl back. But you," I tsked and gave her a faux look of sympathy. "You just hate the idea that maybe he's someone else's now. Did you finally realize how much you lost out on?" I hummed, knowing my face was beyond bitchy when I smiled at her.

Behind me, I felt Soren's hands grip my hips and she immediately noticed, her eyes flicking to where he held me. The girl looked both pissed and embarrassed when she looked back up at me. "A-As if!" She scoffed. "You know what, I didn't even want him back. He can't even fucking wait for me." She sneered, making me snort. "As I said, he dumped you. Why would he wait for you in the first place?" I retorted. Instead of responding she just glared at the two of us and then practically stomped off into the crowd.

Soren pulled me back against him and tightened his grip on my hips, letting me feel his erection against my butt. "That better be there because of me, Soren." I breathed, causing him to laugh softly, his chest shaking against my back. "Trust me, it is." He muttered, ducking his head down to speak into my ear. "I'm yours, huh? You want me for yourself, Ayla?" He teased, earning a soft giggle from me. "Don't pretend like you didn't already know that." I responded, smiling.

Humming, he buried his head into my neck, kissing it. "It was so hot the way you told her off like that. Shit," He breathed, rocking my ass against his hard bulge. I giggled and turned around, grabbing him by his wrist to lead him into the dance floor. "Baby, I don't want to dance right now. I wanna bury myself in your pussy and fuck it." He whined, which only made me laugh. I pressed my butt against him and he immediately tugged me against him harder, squeezing my hips. "Sorry, but that option isn't on the table right now." I tsked, smiling like an idiot when he moaned in complaint. I swayed my hips, rubbing my butt against him, and he groaned softly. "Oh, please don't. Don't fucking dance on me like this, Ayla." He hissed, his fingers almost trembling as he dug them into my hips.

I couldn't help but to laugh, beginning to playfully grind back against him just for the sake of teasing him. "You know, you like to claim me as yours a lot, and remind me that I'm yours. It's your turn to be reminded now, Soren." I said, lifting my arms back to reach back and gently tangle my fingers into the hair on the back of his head. My back arched, making me press my butt into his crotch more, and he groaned softly as he held my hips. "Not like this. Please, I'm already so hard, it hurts." He grunted.

Ignoring his words, I swayed my hips, winding my ass against his bulge slowly, firmly so he could feel it. He moaned and pressed his hips against me more, his broad chest heaving against my back. "You like that?" I teased, only earning another moan, this one throatier than the last. "Swear to god if you keep this up I'll drag you to the nearest bathroom or closet and I'll fuck you until you learn your lesson." He hissed, causing me to bite my lip. I wouldn't say it, especially not now, but I knew I was soaking. "Mm?" I hummed, grinding against him harder. "You promise?" I opted to say, turning my head to glance at him.

I didn't even get to see his face before he was hauling me through the crowd. "You're goddamn right I promise." He hissed.