Alpha Elijah (Previously The Alpha)

Chapter 1: Chance

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Dezirae's POV
The girls and I are out dancing at a bar that reminds me so much of Seville Quarter in Pensacola, Florida. Between it's French influence to it's enormous dance floor everything is decorated in rich reds, browns, and golds. As I look around the room I see crowds of people participating in one scandalous act, or another. People are drinking, smoking, making out, or just trying to lose themselves to the music. I really didn't want to be here, but the girls drug me out tonight. Now we're dancing to every song that comes on, and drinking whatever the girls from my group buy including, but not limited to, tequila and vodka.

I have had roughly two drinks now, and I still feel like I would much rather be at home. I don't even understand why we all came out tonight. However, I'm here dancing with my hands in the air, and swaying to Levitating by Dua Lipa.

   I'm about to go get a drink when I look across the room, and it's like the world suddenly stops. Entering the room with at least fifteen people behind is a man that I can only describe as an Italian Adonis between his chiseled chest, strong jawline, and large stature. It's clear to see why they're all going crazy, and he seems oblivious to the crowd behind him. He has a smirk plastered on his face, and keeps his eyes trained ahead of him as he scans the room. Determined. It seems as if he's looking for something, or maybe someone. I continue to check him out further only to notice he's wearing blue jeans, and a tight black long sleeved button-down shirt that defines every part of his chest.

   His hair looks black, maybe brown from here, but I can't be quite sure which. He has facial hair, but it's neat. Almost like it's at a halfway point between five o'clock shadow, and scruffy. His eyes turn to the dance floor, and they seem to search everyone on it before landing on me. As we make eye contact my heart starts to pound, and my hands become sweaty. He says something to his friend who then proceeds to look over at me with a smile. I look away as he takes a step towards me starting to head my way.

"I need a drink." I say looking at Jasmine feeling oddly nervous. My best friend who is absolutely breathtaking between her olive skin, and rich silky black hair that extends to her lower back. She has long legs, and a tiny waist. You can easily tell that she is a gymnast by her lean stature, and ungodly ability to balance no matter the terrain.

"Me too, please!" She flips her hair behind her shoulder, smiles, and looks at me with her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

I laugh, and say "I'll be right back!" She bought the last round, so it's my turn now. I walk up the three stairs that lead from the dance floor to the bar. When I notice that the stranger is following me. His eyes trained on me like a predator closing in on its prey. I gulp, and turn my head towards James.

"What can I get for you, Dez?" James, the bartender asks. I have known James for years, and we have become great friends. We almost hooked up last year, but it just didn't feel right. I think it's due to the fact that he's more like a brother than anything else. He's fairly good looking between his athletic build, curly brown hair, and his uncanny ability to read people.

   "Can I get another Purple Rain?" I ask smiling back at him, and trying my best to remain calm. I slowly take a deep breath, and quietly let it out. My shoulders visibly relax, and my heart calms down. I place my cellphone down on the bar, and take a second to look around. As I look around I notice that the stranger has now taken his place beside me at the bar. So much for that. Damn, he's hot! My heart starts to beat a thousand miles a minute, and my mind goes completely blank.