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CHAPTER-11 SMIRKING SHARK

POV - Ashleigh

I watch in shock as Matt glares at Damian flippantly and storms off to the bar. Jade pretends to fiddle with her phone a metre away from Damian. Damian the dimwit had efficiently foiled my jealousy card.

I fucking love the move, jealousy always gets to the again, I quote, "dimwitted" assholes like Montgomery.

I mean seriously. Guys are simply like monkeys on steroids when it comes to their other halves.

I see Jade shrug at Damian and walk off to the other side of the bar, she looked glad to make it away.

I watch Damian stalking towards me with a shark smirk, like that shark from Finding Nemo. I love Finding Nemo, although that doesn't concern anything right now. Wait, why am I even thinking about Nemo? Oh yeah, shark!

I immediately avert my eyes and begin rubbing against a random blonde guy behind me. I mean, who cares? That A grade idiot Matthew left me hanging, god knows for what. Was he like possesed or something, whatever. I watch from my peripheral vision and listen to his low primal growl.

I close my eyes and pretend I didn't notice his presence. I heard his deep baritone, "One dance with me, milady?"

I opened my eyes to see him bent down and extending his hand towards me like it was a Victorian dance invitation, how "typical".

I would have laughed and told him, "No, because you seem to be covered in monkey pee pee sauce", if I wasn't too shocked when he pulled me roughly into his chest. So I guess it wasn't even a question.

I felt his warm breath at my ear lobe as he said, "It's not like you would have refused a dance with all this hotness I've got going on but I don't want you to call me creepy later."

Is it wrong for me to mentally shiver at his closeness?

Waaaiiit! What?

"Yeah right, dipshit" I murmured into his chest. Arrogant monkey on steroids.

He chuckled and put his hands around my waist, caging me against him. I automatically put my hands over his shoulders. I breathed in his clean scent.

God, shit, why did he have to smell so amazing?

I thought monkeys stinked. But I guess sexy monkeys can make an exception right!?

Right!?

The Peacock hollered over the remnants of Ride It, "This one's for all those heavy metal lovers out there! Happy dry humping!" I chuckled under my breath and felt Damain pull me even closer, like that was possible.

Judas Priest - Prisoner of Your Eyes began playing and The Peacock added his twist to sober the song.

I heard the hoots and people jumping around us at the song. It was so loud and the guitarist was doing one hell of a job. This song demanded you to jump as high as you can and scream like you snorted three packets of coke.

But we?

Yeah, we never fastened our pace. I pulled back to look into his green eyes, slowly dancing to the heavy metal banging. This was so stupid. I mean, really why were we dancing like turtles? But do turtles dance? Wait, I need some serious focus.

It was a dance that was topping the list of all my favorite dances (like I've ever had). The song reached to its chorus and that's when I snapped out of my crappy reverie.

I was drowning in my green sea. Why was I?

I knew I couldn't answer that. This boy was weird.

I also knew I couldn't do the next thing while looking into his green waters, so I flipped around and held my body flush to his. I locked my palms behind his neck. And then I did the most natural thing I'm capable of.