Page 2 of Lucky Dance Date
There was only one problem, well technically two: his parents. They’d made it quite clear that they wanted Wes nowhere near me, and that there would be consequences if he and I were together.
Back then I’d been a dumb kid, and thought it was an idle threat towards me. I mean, what could they do? My family had been in Valle Granja longer than the slur they used to describe me had existed. Like most established families, I had cousins and relatives working in all levels of government, police, and throughout the community.
I’d blindly assumed that there was nothing they could do to me that wouldn’t get half the city riled up.
I’d been partially correct. There was nothing they could do to me, but Wes was another story.
It started as expected. They took away his phone and laptop; demanded he do his homework on the family computer where they could see him. He wasn’t allowed to hang out with friends after school. But my beautiful Wes, he was so strong. He told me that it didn’t matter; that we could still see each other at school.
Then they went after the only other thing he was passionate about: performing.
I still had nightmares of that night; sitting in the audience on opening night, eagerly anticipating seeing Wes on stage. He’d been so excited, and had practiced for months as the lead.
But the curtain stayed down for far too long after the performance was supposed to begin, and when the play started it was Wes’s understudy in the spotlight, not my omega.
I knew what had happened and slipped out, not caring that it was rude.
I’d driven to his house, and pounded on the door. But his parents simply smirked at me when they answered, telling me that both he and I had known there would be consequences.
I’d been so filled with rage that I didn’t care about any trouble for myself, and was about to attack his father. Then I heard it: Wes crying in his room upstairs.
I’d done that. I’d hurt him by not staying away.
I left after that, and when Wes broke up with me when he returned to school the next week I didn’t fight it. How could I? I was angry and devastated, but I couldn’t cause him any more pain. He already had to fight so hard to be allowed to perform rather than suffer in science classes, and I knew that his parents would make his life miserable if we stayed together.
However, even after we parted, the guilt remained. I felt like I’d abandoned him when he needed me most. He deserved an alpha who could give him everything; one who could fight when it mattered.
I’d failed him, and it was something I could never ask him to overlook. How could he ever forgive me for that?
No. My place wasn’t at his side, no matter how much I wished it was. I just had to hope that one day he’d find an alpha worthy of him.
Chapter 3 - Wes
“I’m home Giorgio,” I announced as I turned on the light before making my way over to the fish tank on the bar separating the kitchen from the living room in my apartment.
Giorgio—my betta fish—swam to the top of the tank, his red and blue fins fluttering in the water.
I laughed and grabbed the container of flakes. “Ok, ok. I get it, you’re hungry.”
I sprinkled a few flakes into the tank and watched as he swam around. It was always a calming moment when I returned home—seeing how carefree he was as he nibbled on the favorite flavor of the day.
His swimming always reminded me of dancing. His fluttering fins made me think of the dancers who could make the fabric of long dresses seem to float in the air. Part of me wished to have a fraction of his grace, but as long as I could teach others how to move I would be happy.
Giorgio finished eating, then swam down to a rock arrangement to hide and digest.
I sighed, stood, and headed to the bedroom. I pulled off my shirt and leggings, then breathed a sigh of relief as I removed my dance belt. It was comfortable enough, and protected the goods as I danced, but it always felt good to free my cock and balls at the end of the day.
I took a moment to enjoy the air on my skin, then headed to the bathroom. I drew a hot bath and picked out a bath bomb, and soaked while the scent labeled ‘island breeze’ made me think of a relaxing vacation.
I’d almost reached that point where my mind could drift away and actually believe the fantasy for a few minutes when I heard my cell phone ringing in the bedroom. I groaned, it was the ringtone I reserved for my parents.
They would keep calling, they always did. I’d even had to mute my phone when I was teaching because they refused to acknowledge that my work primarily happened in the evenings. If it wasn’t a nine-to-five with a Monday to Friday schedule, then it wasn’t work worth doing in their eyes.
I sighed. There was no way I’d be able to fully enjoy my bath with them calling every few minutes. I gave myself a quick once-over with a washcloth, then wrapped my robe around myself and just managed to pick up on the third call.
“It’s about time you answered, young man,” my mama scolded.
“I was in the bath Mama.”
