Page 70 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“I have my plane ticket booked,” Anders replied.
“I’m taking the ultra-bullet from Toronto,” Mitchy added.
Anders stood. “I’m going to head to the kitchen to talk to those models. Want to come, Mitchy?”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Mitchy hopped up, andthey left the room.
“Your new hair looks nice,” I added. The dark purple suited her. Her nails had been done and her outfit showed off her toned legs.
Her hand went to it. “Thanks.”
“Did you have fun shopping?” I loved how she sent me all the pictures. I was saving all of them. Hmmm, would it be weird to make the one of her in the blue dress the wallpaper on my phone?
She dropped into Anders’ spot. “Next time Valya wants to go shopping, I’m sayingno.I don’t care how many things she wants to get me. After dinner, she dragged me tothree more stores.I’m exhausted.”
“Shopping is hard work. Going to the store with my sisters is a serious affair,” I agreed. Of course, we were also pretty far from a mall or even a big shopping center.
“The single girl glow-up was fun, and I… I posted it.” She ducked her head. “That’s all I’m going to put up regarding the breakup. I just felt like I should do something.”
“I’m proud of you. How do you feel?” I’d seen the picture.
“Better. Like I’m ready to move past all this.” She nodded.
Happiness burst inside me. Not in the sense of her wanting to date or anything like that. More like being proud of her for being ready to explore what life was like without him.
“Dance with me.” Gwen took my hand and dragged me into the living room.
The music thumped so hard I felt it in my soul, and Carlos was nowhere to be seen. Gwen’s eyes went half-lidded as she jumped and twirled to the music. I bopped along; I was never sure how to dance to music like this.
“Here.” One of Valya’s friends handed us shots.
Gwen toasted me with her shot glass, then downed it, and I did the same. We continued to dance, and do shots, and everything got pleasantly warm and buzzy.
“Ooh, I love this song.” Gwen got close to me. Her body touched mine. That fresh minty scent of her invaded my nostrils, even though the house was thick with so many smells and pheromones, as some sort of banger inFrenchcame on.
I put my hands on her hips, drawing her close. The song dropped so hard I felt it in my balls and my body took over.
A sultry look crossed her face as she leaned in and out with the beat, tantalizing me with her scent, her body. She licked her lower lip, an almosthungrylook in her gaze, as she entwined her fingers with mine and twirled around.
The alpha in me wanted this to be an invitation to throw her over my shoulder, take her upstairs, and fuck her until she screamed my name.
Another part warned to not read into this. Gwen was letting off steam. She was also a little drunk. I wassafe.She trusted me.
The song ended, and another came on, but Gwen stopped dancing. Instead, she leaned on my chest. “Fuck, I’m hot.”
Don’t I know it?
Her hand was still entwined with mine. She was sweaty, which enhanced the scent of her arousal. At least she wasn’t leaning on my hard-on.
“We can go outside,” I told her.
“You have such pretty eyes.” She tipped her head up as she gazed at me.
Her lips were so close. It would be so easy to kiss her…
“Gwen, come. I have someone you need to meet.” Valya took Gwen’s free hand, pulling her from me. Shooting me a giant smirk, she and Gwen left the room, dancing.
“Oof, cockblocked.” Some guy I didn’t know laughed. The alpha was tall, broad, and had those rich boy good looks. By his hands, he hadn’t done any hard work in his life.
