It's Alex and I for a long time. Just staring at each other, enchanted, compelled, spellbound. He's handsome beyond belief, and a little too bulky for me but enough to have me wanting him. And Mr. Shelby seems to be quite jealous already, which only drives me to wanting more.
Especially when Alex walked over to give me a glass of champagne, Thomas only lost his mind.
"You shouldn't get drunk," Thomas hisses and I roll my eyes. "Although it seems to me you're nearly half way there."
I snap at him, "Why not?"
"Because something tells me the more you drink, the more you get attracted to him." He nods at Alex.
"I just want to have fun." I sulk, leaning into his body. "Seeing as someone refused to let me in."
He pulls my arm back. Spilling my drink on the concrete floor. "You can fun without the drink."
The champagne glass is taken from me, and put given to a man behind him who seems more than enthusiastic about everything. I cross my legs and lean over to see the baldheaded man chug down the drink.
"Hello." I reply, leaning in to look over at the man who drank my drink. "You won't introduce us?"
Thomas narrows his eyes at me. "Curly, this is Valentina,"
"Valentina." I correct him, adding the accent to really say my name. I take out my hand and shake his, "A pleasure to meet you, Curly."
"American!" He says quite loudly, before clapping his hands. "You're the one Thomas was chatting about, the mad one!" He says before gasping. "You're the one who killed your maids!"
I look at Thomas, pouting. "I'm flattered you talk about me when I'm not there."
He smirks. "Even when its about
I look up at the two boxers, one black, one white. I raise an eyebrow, and turn back to Thomas who leans in. I'm assuming the white boy is the gypsy, but I cant be so sure.
"Because we want to promote diversity, Curly," He says in a sigh, "and I heard that Perry Hutchinson trained his whole life for this."
I watch his eyes follow the game, "I thought you were part gypsy, Thomas."
Family should always put money on family, even if you aren't blood related. I watch as the boy with a beautiful golden complexion reaches low for the Gypsy, jamming his fist into his abdomen. I wince, pulling back. This is not for me, not at all.
"I am, but look at that he's an amazing fighter-" Thomas leans in captivated, "Oi Finish him off!" He yells, which makes my eyes open wide.
I've never seen such a composed man lose his absolute shit like this. I wrap my hand around myself, taking my smoke from between my fingers and taking a pull. Between the match is Alex. And he looks directly at me, interested and seamlessly uninterested in the game.
I raise an eyebrow at him, smoking my cigarette. Alex nods his head to the side of the room, towards the exit and smirks.
I nod, blushing before looking at Thomas, "I'm just going to the powederroom." I whisper in his ear.
"The what?"
"The ladies room." What does he mean the what?
"Oh, the lavatory?" He doesn't look at me, so lost in this stupid game. "Sure-"
I'm shocked beyond belief that he lets me walk away, but as I do I walk with my head held high and my eyes forward. Glares follow me, enchanted by my presence. I leave the building totally and wrap my scarf around my shoulders before feeling a hand graze my skin.
