Revealed

Chapter 6

Byul POV

"May I have this dance?"

What do I say? Do I say yes or do I refuse? A part of me would like to keep dancing with the handsome devil and get to know him better, to see where it could lead to, but the other part of me wants to be adventurous and dance with the new guy. When can a lady get another opportunity to dance with more than one guy who's actually interested in you even without knowing who I am?

So this leaves me that question of 'who do I want to dance with?' again. The new guy looks kind of interesting and he seems mysterious to me as well and that's a turn-on in my book any day. If this guy doesn't work out, I'll just go back to the first one I danced with (I'm not a bad girl but a girl has a right to explore her likes).

"Yes, I wouldn't mind dancing with you," I said decidedly and I turned to the other guy and said," I'm sorry for cutting short our dance."

"It's alright. You have the right to choose who you want to dance with but so you know, I'll still be waiting for our encore dance." And with that, he walked off to the side of the dance floor. I felt sorry for him yes as I could see the sadness and disappointment in his eyes and it made me feel like I'm a villain or something, but like I said before, a girl has the right to choose.

"Shall we?" asked the new guy whilst holding out hand out again which I took this time and he led us to the middle of the dance floor. His hand felt strangely right in mine as if we fit well together, but that's just probably me imagining it like I do with many things.

He was very sure of himself from what I could tell from the way he was leading me step by step on the dance floor and strangely I like that even though I don't usually like being bossed around. The confidence that seems to surround him gives him a further boost of attractiveness somehow and guys like that know what they want, and from the looks of it, I seem to be what he wants. The thought of gave me shivers down my spine (in a good way of course) and made my senses tingle at the thought of what the night might lead to.

We've been dancing for a while now and I can't seem to get myself to ask him questions that have been lingering in my mind like; "have we met before?", "are you an idol?" or more importantly "who are you?". I must be easy to read because he seems to know that I look like I have something to ask as he said whilst smirking(that bastard had the nerves to do that!), "do you have something to say to me?".

"Why do you say that?" I asked coyly.

"Well, it's just that you have a curious look on your face and also people usually want to know about me," he stated whilst smirking again. God, I really hate that smirk of his already, but at the same time I can't help but love it.

"You're full of yourself aren't you?" I said trying to hide my smile that was forming on my lips.

"What can I say, a guy like me has the right to be," he said confidently. Gosh, do I love guys like him, I have a thing for bad boys and he's definitely one if I ever saw one. 

"So tell me, what's your rights," I challenged him, continuing with our little banter.

"What's my right? Well, the right that I'm dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room and I got her to myself whilst the other men can only drool," he said flirtatiously with his signature smirk I'm starting to fall in love with. The gleams in his eyes were one of a predator and can only be seen if you're face to face with him like I am right now, and damn were they affecting my mind as well as someplace below.