Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(22)

*Angelina's POV*

I like to think of myself as a private person. There is certain information I will give to certain people despite what everyone thinks of celebrities. But I am one alike and different at the same time.

Believe me, I have my fair share of paparazzi moments where I had to run for my life and stay in stores for five hours for me to be able to go through the crowd. Apart of life. But here in the sunny side Maimi, I can count the number of times I have seen a paparazzi and that is incredible with the number of years I have been here.

But today?

There are way too many people here to even count. My head is spinning and I am not sure what to think. Some are being escorted off campus, but that has been going on for the last two hours and the numbers seem to be increasing than decreasing.

Just then I see the crowd part and gets noticeably louder. How is that even fvcking possible?!

I step back from the window...resigning to my fate of not coming out of here for another five or more hours. I have been here before. Who knew I would be back here?

Sighing, I sit down in the administrative office. The secretary is still gawking at me and I feel on edge in the uncomfortable wood bench. I hear the door creak and a throat is cleared. It's him.

The man I have refused to keep in contact with. The same irresistible guy that has me crazy famous enough to garner attention here in Miami.

Apparently Alexander didn't carry girls out to meet his parents at all. No wonder they thought he was gay.

I look up at him and his silver eyes hold mine, his face a mask but those eyes...holy fvck!

I don't hear the secretary say a word and I figure it is because she is too shell shocked to speak.

He holds out his hand and instinctively I place my hand in his. As an afterthought, I try to pull back but he just pulls me up into his arms.

"My apologies for the crowd," his deep timber awakens such a drastic need inside me, I found myself using my other hand to grasp his bicep in panic. But that only made things worse. Frowning at me, he nods toward my bag that I dropped in my eagerness to grab him. Before I can pull myself together, his hand covered mine freezing me and that was when I was aware of a familiar man in a sharp suit by his side who retrieved my bag. "Hopefully it will disperse quickly at our departure."

With that, I looked behind me as the secretary nodded to some request that the guy who came with Alexander wordlessly stated. She got up and managed to escort us through another door and what seemed to be an employee exit. It was a bit long and I could hear the heels of the secretary on the tile and it lowkey annoyed me. Especially the fact that I was just in sneakers and I looked like an absolute mess. Did Alexander find her attractive? She was a bit older than me, and was definitely putting on a runway show for him as she walked ahead. Who knows however long I haven't done a squat. Thus, my a$$ is definitely flat. My confidence? To the fvcking ground.

We pass some windows that showcase the crowd outside, but no one paid attention to us. We pass others who worked at the school and they gawked at us as well. Safe to say that we only have a few minutes before the crowd picks up on where we are or that we are on the move.

Suddenly we stop in front of an iron door, which the secretary pushed open. We near to the school's study hall and we could see students filtering in and out around the area. No one really paid attention to us. Which was good. However, it was obvious a lot of them were moving towards the crowd which meant some may know me or Alexander.