Psychotic Disaster

Chapter 5

Phone Call...

"Good luck girl! Just call me if you need a backup."  Herberto said through a phone call.

"Thank you, Herbies I will." Then I hung up and continued getting ready for the night.

I'm wearing a maroon asymmetric fitted dress that has straps at the back and a length above my knee. I wore a black YSL stiletto for my sandals and I bought a maroon mini purse that compliments my dress.

Shawn picked me up at my apartment around 6:30 PM. I'm expecting that he'll arrive late though, as far as I know, Alpha Male's personalities reflect their behaviors. They don't usually care about wasting other people's time, they only care about the things that can benefit them or things that aligns in their own schedule, in short, Alpha Males are self-centered.

The doorbell rang, pulling me from my thoughts. Shawn was here.

I opened the door and I saw his car parked in front of my apartment, if I'm not mistaken, he was using a Lamborghini Huracan Spider in color black.

Shawn composed a smile handing me a bouquet of red roses, he was wearing a white long sleeve polo tucked in his black trousers. 

His grayish eyes were so dashing as the streetlights reflect on it. I won't deny that he's goodlooking, manly, and masculine.

"You're so stunning in that dress Morgan," he complimented me.

"I know, thank you," I said sarcastically.

"I guess you dressed well- only for me to take that off tonight." He jokingly said.

"Trust me when I say I don't dress for men." He was shocked about my response.

"Alright, get in the car darling," he demanded as he opened the car door.

I listened to him the entire ride about his life and how successful he is at the young age.

People really love to talk about themselves.

I glanced at him from time to time, noting the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the way his eyes occasionally flicked over to me, filled with a quiet intensity.

The restaurant he had chosen was one of the finest in the city. The kind of place where the waitstaff wore tuxedos, and the menus are sort of expensive. 

He had pulled out all the stops, and I could feel the curious eyes of other patrons as we walked to our table.

We settled into our seats, and while waiting for our food he spoke about his latest business ventures, his travels, and his passion for success. We talked a lot about him, and he even mentioned his girls. I listened intently, occasionally jotting down mental notes about his behavior and the subtle clues that revealed his character.

"Morgan," he said softly, his gaze intense. "All the girls that I've mentioned were nothing to me, I want you, you're just too different from them."

It's funny to think about, him wanting to know me but he seemed to be uninterested about my personal life.

"Shawn," I replied, choosing my words carefully. "I'm not an easy person to understand. But I'm willing to let you try."

His eyes held a promise, a challenge, and I knew that this was just the beginning.  We started eating right after the food arrived.

"Tell me more about yourself, Morgan." he asked out of nowhere, leaning forward slightly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I'm passionate about understanding people," I said, chewing. "What makes them tick, what drives their actions. It's what led me to become a psychologist."