MovesMade
Theo
Iunderestimated her.
And she’s made her statement from the moment she walked in here dressed like that.
She does have feelings for me, so I need to stop pretending she doesn’t when the truth is right in front of me.
I watch as she gets her food, my eyes trailing to her thighs, that skirt is too short… and those stockings just scaled up the heat.
I would be a fucking idiot to pretend any longer… Yeah, there’s something there, but it’s something neither of us needs.
My brows furrow as I notice the attention she’s getting. As if she’s the new fruit for the claiming. And in this fucking room full of hormonal bastards, they’re drinking up every sway of her hips and ass.
My nostrils flare, rage seeping through me, watching asthe spoon falls to the ground. Then she drops low like she’s fucking been practising this move her entire life.
But then again, it’s her; everything she does is fucking perfection.
And this time it’s obvious she’s not wearing shorts beneath that skirt.
I clench my jaw, my wolf prowling in my mind, and it takes a lot to contain him. The animalistic urge to warn everyone here to look the fuck away or have their heads ripped off is fucking growing.
She turns, scanning the room, and I scoff internally, knowing exactly what she’s playing at. She pouts before making her way to a table in my direct line of vision and sits down, her skirt so fucking short it’s not even under her ass. She rests her elbow on the table and folds one leg over the other.
I drag my eyes away, scanning the room. Way too many bastards are looking at her.
So, she wants to play, then let’s play.
I take out a cigarette and a lighter, flicking it as I light the cigarette and take a long drag, still playing with the lighter with my other hand.
A few of the boys have noticed my mood and have averted their gaze, but many are still mesmerised by the blond siren, who is fucking grating on my nerves.
Well then, if they won’t stop looking, then I’ll force them to leave.
I flick the lighter on, placing it beneath the table, waiting.
My eyes remain on her as she begins to eat, playing with a strand of her long hair.
The heat begins to rise, and when I feel it singe my hand, my eyes blaze just as someone shouts.
“Fire!”
I infuse my power into it, causing it to spread until the table is engulfed in flames. With one foot, I kick the table away from me. It screeches loudly, drawing everyone’s attention to it, including hers.
“Someone put it out! We have witches, right?!” someone shouts.
“Get the fuck out,” I snarl, my eyes now milk white. The hall falls silent, my aura growing, weighing down on the scum before me. They know better than to argue and begin making their way out. A few look pissed, others are taking their food, but none are brave enough to say anything to me directly.
But even as the fire alarms go off, the sprinklers pour down, Heaven doesn’t move.
I stand up and walk over to her as she continues eating without a care in the goddamn fucking world.
“Get the hell out of here,” I growl, glaring down at her.
She looks up at me, her make-up only making her look even sexier and a tad fucking brattier.
Why?Her words appear before me.
