Chapter 50: But I want to
The Alpha swirled his drink. He was a bit shocked. After all, She was the only woman who could muster enough courage to ask him to dance. Infact, she had earned horrified stares from the women down there. Even Stacy looked at her warily.
"No." He simply replied, not bothering to look up.
"No?" Came her loud cute voice again.
He looked up with cold narrowed eyes.
"No."
He was clearly seeing her for the first time as he looked up. For a slight second, his expression softened at her meek and colorful appearance before it hardened again.
Her hair was put up in a style that left her face bare from any hair except for a few trendils which hung from her ear and the sides of her head. Her make up was very light, infact unnoticeable, just the right amount to enhance her eyes, making them look huger and brighter and lipgloss to wet her tiny, cherry colored lips.
She wore an oversized belted top and thigh highed boots. She was in all beautiful. Far more beautiful than the s*** he had come across, but he was adamant about going to the dance floor with someone as mentally ill as she was.
"Why?" She sounded like a bummed child, her lower lip sticking out and he looked back down when the idea of a cute fluffy bunny crossed his mind just looking at her.
What the hell was wrong with him....
"I don’t want to dance." He almost sighed, not Interested in chatting with anyone this night.