Chapter 2. Mr. Mysterious

Music continued to echo into the night, but it seemed to me like everything had stood still as I stared at this mysterious man.

The more he stared back, the more erratic my heart got. Feeling too much, I looked away. I wanted to believe that maybe he found me attractive, but there was no way that he did.

Right…?

I was literally sitting at the mate ceremony of my sister and the man that had rejected me. The ceremony alone was enough to let me know that I wasn’t enough, and would never be.

I downed the rest of my drink before standing on my feet. I eyed my sister dancing with the love of her life, and I was tempted to roll my eyes, but again, she was my younger sister.

Despite how messy all of this was, I was still happy for her. But I still felt like I was drowning. 

I was a bit scared that he might hurt her just like he had broken my heart into a million pieces, but it’s not like my mom would listen to me. None of them would. 

I made my way over to the bar area. “A dirty martini, please,” I ordered before wrapping my arms around myself because it was a bit cold. I’m sure the alcohol would warm me up as soon as I got it down my throat.

As the bartender went to work on getting my drink, I sensed a strong presence. I turned to see that it was the mysterious man. He was making his way over to the bar.

“Whiskey,” he said to the bartender when he had closed the distance between him and the bar. The smell of his cologne filled my nose. 

The bartender nodded at him after handing me my drink. I held the glass, taking a long sip before putting it down. 

It burned when it slid down my throat, but at least it was making it easier to be at the ceremony. 

“Tough night?” Mr. Mysterious spoke. 

I was taken aback when I heard the man speak. His voice was strong, and so manly. I looked at him and for a second, I got lost in those ocean eyes of his.

“Yeah, sure,” I finally replied in a soft tone, looking away from him as heat rose to my face. He looked even better up close.

I could feel his eyes on me. Even though the bartender had given him his drink, I could still feel his gaze. His eyes felt like they were undressing me, making me feel like the sleeveless black dress that I was wearing was not enough. 

Honestly, if it was someone else, I would have walked away. But…like I said, I was drawn to him. If anything, I think I liked that he was looking at me.

“You’re very pretty, what’s your name?” He asked, and I looked at him again. He was now sipping some of his drink. 

How could someone look this good? I kept getting lost in the fact that he was so damn hot. But there was something about him that I just couldn’t put my finger on.

“Who’s asking?” I raised an eyebrow, playing hard to get. Or maybe I was just insecure, scared that no one this good looking would be attracted to me.

I didn’t consider myself as someone pretty, but for some reason, when he said it…when the words left his words, I believed them.

Gosh, what was happening to me? The alcohol, it was probably the alcohol.

“Giveon. My name’s Giveon.” He smirked, those pink soft-looking lips calling to me. “So what’s your name?”

“Sara,” I replied, peeling my eyes away from him. I needed to get a hold of myself. I picked up the glass again and took another long sip.

I was getting past being tipsy now. And I knew that if I didn’t take my drink and go elsewhere, I would do something stupid.

But maybe I wanted to do something stupid. 

“Sara,” he repeated. The way he said it made my heart flutter. “What school do you go to?” He asked. I think he was trying to make small talk.

I wanted to continue to talk to him, I liked talking to him. But I was scared. No guy this hot would be talking to me when there were better looking girls scattered around here; girls who were not broken.

So this had to be some kind of prank, right? 

Maybe his friends had dared him to come and mess with my feelings. The thought sent a wave of hurt through me, but I played it off.

I drank the rest of my drink in one go to silence my overthinking, and I think it’s because I was not someone who drank every time, so it really affected me.

My head was already spinning a bit. I looked back at the mysterious guy. “Wolf’s University,” I answered his question.

“I see. I go there too. Why haven’t I seen you?” He asked before he downed the rest of his drink too.

“Because I’m a nobody,” I chuckled sadly, my words getting a bit slurred. 

“You’re an omega?” He seemed intrigued.

“Can’t you tell? I’m basic and I’m wearing a cheap dress that I could only afford because I saved for three months.” I shrugged. “And oh, my scent.”

“Hmm…” he continued to stare at me. I expected him to take off, but he was still here; still watching me. 

I stared back, our eyes locked onto each other. My heart thundered in my chest and butterflies danced in my stomach. 

I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. What was about this guy? Who was he? “Giveon,” I said his name, and then chuckled.

“What?” He smiled. 

“Sorry, I’m drunk and I’m trying to figure out why you’re interested in me, and not one of the hot blondes prancing around in short fancy dresses.” I chuckled again. 

“What if I don’t want a hot blonde?” A dangerous smirk danced on his lips. 

I scoffed faintly. “Then you must be broken,” I replied playfully before peeling my eyes off his. 

“Maybe I am. But I know what I want, Sara. And I want you.” He inched closer. “All of my twenty three years, I have never met someone like you.”

His words stirred something in me, causing my breath to hitch. I looked back at him and we locked eyes. 

It was intense now.

I could see desire swirling in those mesmerizing blue eyes of his, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want his hands on me right now. “Do you?” I wet my bottom lip. “Do you want me?”

He chuckled weakly, the sound manly. He then pulled even closer to me and whispered into my ear, “I want to f*ck your brains out, that’s what I want.”