Part 5
Part 5
/His POV/
"Fuck!" I huffed, angrily slamming the phone on the bed. The annoying sound of my ringtone was causing me a headache. But that was not the only thing. Sara couldn't stop calling me for some reason.
In the beginning she was very vague about the phone call and when I hung up she called again. It was for very stupid reason. She missed me. I could see the signs, the signs that she was getting attached quickly.
Our deal was to just relieve each other whenever we felt like it. The very first time we had sex I had made it clear to her. But lately it seemed as if she was getting a different idea in her head.
"Edward?" I heard a knock on the door. My head snapped towards the direction of the sound.
"Care to join us?" My father questioned to which I immediately got out of the bed. At least that would distract me from getting angry and doing something impulse. Maybe ending the relationship with Sara.
"What happened?" I asked, pocketing my phone in my pants and shuffling towards the stairs. My father tensed at the question but let out a sigh as he stared at me.
"Armund forgot to order pastries for tomorrow. And now Francesca is throwing a fit"
I rolled my eyes at that. And here I was thinking there was a genuine problem. My cousin had the tendency of being overdramatic so I couldn't even bother to think about her reaction. Anyone who knew her would agree with my statement.
"That's not even surprising" I snorted as we passed the hallway and my eyes immediately went towards the white door.
Aria was sleeping inside, at least that's what it looked when I shut the door and it was still locked. A silly smile made its way to my face when I remembered the last encounter we had. Even though I hated the kind of people who talked back, Aria was different. The kind of girl I had never met before but I was genuinely curious to get to know her. She seemed like a piece of art. And that's something I cannot turn away from.
But what is she has a boyfriend? A random thought popped into my head. That was not possible though because she would have bought him along to the wedding. Maybe he will show up on the day of the wedding.
I stifled a groan. Why was I thinking about her non-existent boyfriend?! Seriously I need a break I thought while palming my face.
"Heyy be nice to her. It's her wedding" My dad narrowed his eyes at me.
"That's something I have to work on"
He laughed, shaking his head and finally we were walking towards the kitchen. My father looked over his shoulder as he heard the hushed whispers and angry noises from the inside. Edward realised that it was too late and there was no turning back. He had to endure the overdramatic conversation between each of the families.
"Are you sure you want to drive alone?" Francesca teased after it was decided that I was going to pick the order from the city.
As the beach house was located inside no one was ready to deliver on such a short notice. So when my father asked that if I was ready to bring those pastries back I had no option but to say yes. It was going to be the most longest 2 hours, navigating the proper signal and stretching along the right road.
"Yeah like I have a choice" I muttered while breaking the water bottle from nearby. I am screwed the cap of the bottle and took a huge gulp, not realising how thirsty I was. Must be all the time I spent in the sun outside, that's what was making my throat to feel dry.
"You volunteered for that!" She exclaimed, slapping my arm. It stung so I pushed her back causing us to glare at each other like bunch of kids before she moved away and stood beside Aria's mother.
"Because you are so close to crying" I teased while crossing my arms against my chest.
Her eyes bulged at my comment and she furiously shook her head, "I was not"
"Must be fun. Staying in denial"
I could feel my mothers eyes on me as she was busy sorting out the mess in the kitchen. She shook her head as if trying to tell me to tone it down. It was always like this, between me and Francesca. Maybe because of the fact that we were so close to the age and had no one to play when we were younger. Most of the times we bickered about random things to pass the time.
"Shut up!" My cousin childishly rolled her eyes while I could hear the conversation in the background. Her father was already stressing about tomorrow's events.
"Thank me later" Francesca mouthed, looking in my direction. Before I could ask her what she was talking about I noticed Ariana walk inside the kitchen. Her walk was better than before, maybe taking a nap was after all the cure she needed.
She avoided looking in my direction, barely maintaining eye contact as she stared at my cousin. What was she playing at? Was she going to pretend that I never carried her to the room? The thought itself made my eyes shut.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was attracted to her. How could anyone be in her presence and not want to have? She was so delicate and soft, like a hedgehog with spikes because she always has anger on her nose. Even though she is tiny and petite she is loud, brash and everyone can easily notice her presence. She is the kind of person who is so witty and sharp that you just cannot ignore them no matter what. Not to mention those delicious curves, they were so flawless, my finger itched to touch her again and never let go of her.
"Yeah Edward is going along with you" Francesca smiled looking in my direction and that's when I realised what she was doing. She was trying to fix us up. Is that why she mouthed in my direction that I should thank her later?
I noticed that Ariana's eyes widened as she lifted her head to look in my direction. I smirked at her, already thinking about a long drive with her. It was going to be fun, of that I was going to make sure.
As most of them filtered out of the kitchen, it left Ariana behind. She was rummaging through the fridge, semi-aware of my presence behind her. I tried to take my eyes off from her behind but it was impossible. She was bending right in front of me, her round perky hips made me feel to sink my teeth.
I clenched my fists by my sides, trying to think of unattractive things. Already it was impossible to control around her and now that she was bending in front of me it seemed almost impossible. My dick twitched as she made a soft sound and finally pushed the door of the fridge with her backside. At that moment I felt like I should really have been the refrigerator instead.
A squeak escaped her lips as soon as she noticed me standing in front of her. Her hold on the juice box was tightened as she tried to even her breaths.
"You almost scared me. What are you doing here?" She asked while unscrewing the bottle cap of the juice box, her tongue jutted out in concentration. The pink tip of her tongue, wet and glistening made me imagine her on knees, as she would be begging for more.
The mental image was enough to make my earshot. She looked up, waiting for my answer.
"I didn't realise that you owned this place" I cleared my throat, opting to push my hands inside the pocket. That was safe and would keep them in check.
She pressed her lips together, "Yeah now I do"
With that she took a gulp of the the juice, the remaining trailing from the corner of her lips. My eyes follow the movement as the orange liquid kissed her skin, dribbling from corner of the mouth to the chin. I parted my lips, breathing through them as she rudely wiped the liquid off and stared at me.
I looked away, embarrassed at being caught. Something was definitely wrong with me because no one has affected me in that way before. It was like I couldn't function around her without making a fool of myself.
"How's your leg?" I blurted out to feel the silence in the room but then bit my tongue. it was so stupid because she already answered about it to my mother.
Ariana did not look a least bit annoyed, instead she was taken back by my sudden concern. She forwarded her leg in my direction and tapped it harshly against the floor. Was she trying to prove a point or something?
"I'm indestructible"
"That's a nice attitude for someone who is 5'4"
She blinked her eyes, her nose flaring comically and gripped the box, "Shut up. I'm 5'8"
A laughter bubbled out of my chest at her comment. She was definitely lying. There was no way she was of average height.
"Is that the lie you told in the amusement parks?"
She glared at me, "No I got by easily because I'm average"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night" I shrugged as she took another sip of work juice. It was clear that she was pressed about her height so I decided to drop the topic. Getting on her nerves was the last thing I wanted. Most like getting on her bed was my priority.
"So are you excited for tomorrow?" I questioned, wriggling my eyebrows in her direction.
She scrunched her face cutely, like she was trying to figure out what I was talking about. As if realisation dawned on her she scoffed and shook her head.
"Thank you for reminding me that I signed up for my own destruction"
"Awe I feel so much love right now"
She made a sound of acknowledgement, "As you should."
"Don't worry I will make sure that you won't be able to forget it"
Ariana made a face at that, placing the juice box back on the shelf and turning towards me, "Is it going to be that bad?"
I nodded sympathetically, "The worst"
"Ugh and here I was thinking that I already experienced the worst"
"Nah tomorrow is going to be different"
"I'm counting on that" She said while walking towards the door.
She turned back at me as if she was going to say something but just walked away.