Enrique:
I keep glancing at the direction of the stairs, hoping that somehow Irene will return, she has been there for how long? Ten minutes. My eyes had been pinned on her throughout, I watched with a tick jaw as she looked at a particular painting with some kind of drawl in her eyes, and then she had chatted with Linda, Hunter’s wife.
“Don’t you think, Alpha Enrique?” The man holding the glass of champagne asks with a smile, trying to confirm my words. I stare at the group of people crowding me.
I don't hear a thing, because my mind has wander off to a particular woman who is stealing all my breath away, the way the gown hugs her petite curves, giving her that glint in her sparkling emerald orbs.
Fuck....
I glance around, no sign of her.
“Excuse me, please.” I say to them, I find H
