PROMISE ME (OSCAR DIAZ x OC)

Chapter Twenty-Five (Alana & Oscar) S3

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Alana

TWO WEEKS LATER

May

"So that's it? You changed your mind? You're not going?" Oscar says to me with a beer in his hand and a smoke resting on his ear. Shaking his head at me while I break down over the fact that I no longer want to go to prom.

I nod and toss the pile of fabric aside. Abuelita and I ran out of time to make the gown with everything that had gone on. Usually she and I are so on top of things but because she had actual paying customers she needed to get their alterations and orders out of the way first.

By the time it came to make my gown I thought maybe I could do it by myself... Wrong. Extremely wrong. If I had a model or some sort of mannequin to pin the dress too while I worked it would have been so much easier. Instead I had the small dining room table at Oscar's house and Cesar staring at me like I had seven heads the entire time.

"Nope. Not doing this. Fuck prom." I tell him. "I mean do I really even think I'm ready to go to a dance like that? What if I get flashbacks to the Quince? What if I'm not ready to be around that many people? I think I'm fine but what if I'm not? I'm not risking it. No way."

"Mi amor," Oscar says as he wraps his arms around me. "Prom is tomorrow and you really don't want to go? You're sure?"

I nod and take in the scent of him. "All I want is you."

"I'll make it special for you then..." His lips trail down my neck as he lower the strap of my tank top. Sliding one hand down the top of my shirt to cup my breast while the other hand circles my waist and into the band of my shorts. "Let me take care of you. Let me romance you."

My core throbs and weeps for Oscar's touch. Yearning for him and only him. There is no man on this planet who could ever touch me and love me as sweetly and tenderly as Oscar has. My body reacts quickly to his breath as it hits my skin. My hips rolling against him and begging for me. For his hand to go just a little lower...

As my ass pressed against his center his rock hard erection twitched and I couldn't even attempt to stifle my moan. Tonight is the first night in a long time that we've been completely alone.

No one has been floating in and out of the house since Oscar told them they need to chill. This house doesn't have a revolving door and he's trying to make it less of just a house and more of a home. He wants me to feel safe here and he has been doing that.

"I think Ruby went home tonight... and Cesar is probably with Jamal..." I groan as his finger moves the lace of my panties to the side. "We're completely alone-"

The door swings open and Oscar growls with anger as he pulls his hands back. I reach to the couch to grab my robe and cover myself up and Cesar and Jamal scream like school girls when they realize what was about to go down.

Oscar goes immediately to grab a beer and I sit my ass down on the couch. Jamal keeps a distance between us but Cesar sits right on the arm of the chair next to me. He gives me a blushing grin.

"I thought you were at Jamal's?" I say to him.

Cesar shakes his head. "We got kidnapped."

Oscar laughs as he comes back into the room and then swigs from his beer. "Who the hell would kidnap you and then return you? I only ever told you that when you were a kid to keep you from acting up."

"Cuchillos." Cesar says softly. "She... She kidnapped us. She wants us to find Lil' Ricky."

"He's dead." Oscar hisses. "Give her his plot number. He's been dead for decades."