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requested by mikesasnack !💞 This isn't really meant to be in Mirtha's P.O.V. it's just similar! 😅 i also might use some of the original lines oop. (smut)
I'M NOT YOUR BABE
The crowded room was packed of swaying bodies and a thumping beat.
The dancers in the center of the room smile and yell in joy as they preform synchronized salsa dancing. I only move my hips a little bit. I was standing with my good friend William and his girlfriend. I laugh pathetically at a joke William threw out and the golden sparkling champagne in my glass sloshes around. My eyes travel to the ground and slowly go up in the direction of the dancers. My eyes fall in between two women back to back swaying their bodies in bright colored dresses. A man with long luscious blonde hair wearing a long black suit coat is looking right my way with dark intriguing eyes. I give a small tilted smile and sip my champagne lightly. I bite my lip as his eyes don't leave me. I lean on the large banister behind me and lower my head, my eyes still up on him.
𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬 '𝑺 𝑷.𝑶.𝑽.
The woman across the room, the one with absolutely ravishing physique has been the picture my eyes stare at all night long.
She laughs and her gorgeous smile spreads on her lips. Her long flowing hair looks incredibly soft. I run hand hand back through my hair and fold my lips in. I look down but don't hesitate to look back up. Her pretty eyes are no longer on mine, instead they're on another mans that's standing near her. I look around and excuse myself from my friends.
𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷.𝑶.𝑽.
"Y/N!" William calls to me. "What are you looking at. I've been trying to talk to you."
"Oh nothing..." I inhale and my chest puffs up. I glance and Williams girlfriend and look back to the man across the room, he has his head turned to another couple. Looks like he's third wheeling as well. Gosh, his demeanor though...very sexy just the way he move and always raised his eyebrows slightly. He smoothed his jacket out after patting a man on the back. A lady in a white frilly dress was all over the other man kissing all over his face and neck.
I look down for a split second and look back up to see the blonde headed figure pushing through bodies. I tilt my head and my long hair falls off my shoulders exposing my strapless dress.
Unlike everyone else who's dressed in bright popping colors, I wore a sleek royal blue, curve-hugging, strapless dress that also exposed the center of my chest.
The closer the man came to me I knew exactly who he was...
George Jung.
His eyes are still laid right on me as he approaches me. He has a certain eagerness to get to me that I find insanely attractive. Shit. He passes the last few dancers and stands right in front of me with his arms clutched behind his back.
