The Alpha and His Mermaid

Chapter Fifteen

Emma

Andre had told me it was going to be a long drive and I should take a quick nap. I put up a fight but ended up losing anyway. When Andre did wake me, we were parked in front of a fancy restaurant in New York City called: The Original Night. It was a long building with two stories and it was painted a dark yellow. There was a purple hanging roof where the hostess was, where people were waiting on line to be let in. The name of the restaurant was in bright neon lights on top of the hanging roof and around were white Christmas lights. Near the entrance was a stand for the hostess and a red velvet carpet that looked marvelous against the purple.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I looked up to see Andre opening my door. He held his hand out and helped me out of the car. I fixed the wrinkles in my dress and grabbed my clutch.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," I laughed.

We walked to the front of the line to the bored waitress, who looked about my age with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was taller than me and appeared to be very pretty. Once she saw Andre she suddenly looked like she was interested. I glared at her when she only looked at Andre, acting as if I wasn't standing right here.

"Hello," she greeted twirling her hand with her index finger. I sighed lowly. I didn’t understand the point of flirting. Did she not see me standing right next to my mate? Or the wedding band around his left finger? "I'm Emily and I'm the hostess, how can I help you?"

"Hi, table for two?"

"Do you have reservations?" she asked with disappointment and I smiled.

"Yes, I do under Alpha. I made it about three weeks ago," he explained and I lifted an eyebrow at him. "I'll tell you in a minute."

"Right." Emily grabbed two menus from the stand she was standing behind and walked forward to open the door. "Right this way."

Andre and I walked through the door and I looked around in awe. This place looked amazing. There was light classical music at the front of the restaurant and tables and booths everywhere. The round tables were covered in white tablecloths with red placemats. There were two candles on either side of a rose inside a clear vase, condiments and there were chairs on either side of the table facing each other.

The booths were very different. They were wooden but the cushions were red as well. The table was rectangle shaped and was covered with a red cloth as well. There were no candles or roses or chairs but condiments and placemats and benches. I pray that we got one of the tables. I tried to investigate more but I didn't see a free space and I frown.

"Come on baby," Andre said pulling me out of my thoughts. We follow Emily through the crowded tables, heading towards the back. I look at everyone as we pass and I see how nicely they were dressing and suddenly felt underdressed. All the men were either wearing ties or bow ties and the women were wearing fancy dresses with jewelry and all that. But I'm not that type of person.

I didn't like dressing up that much or wearing expensive jewelry. I liked hanging around the house all day in sweats.

"Emma, are you ok?" Andre asked with worry in his voice.

"Yeah," I murmured, knowing he would be the only one who would be able to hear me. We walked up to a spiral staircase which leads to the second floor. It wasn’t as lit as the downstairs area; the only light was from the candles on the tables. The tables were the same as downstairs but there were no booths.

Most of it was empty and I'm guessing this was the expensive side. I could feel tears leaving my eyes as we walked towards the middle. It was the biggest table out of all of them and it looked fancier. Emily placed the menus down and informed us our waiter will be up soon.

Andre pulled out my chair for me to sit down. I thanked him and he pushed me in. He does the same thing for himself and rested his arms on the table while I looked at the menu. I could feel Andre's stare at me as I scanned through the endless options of foods.

"Hello I'm Ricky and I'm your waiter for the evening." I looked up to see a young waiter-probably around my age with a uniform on, which he looks handsome in, with brown hair and blue eyes look at me and I look back. Andre cleared his throat and we both snapped out of the staring. "Can I start you off with a drink?" I noticed he was only talking to me and I blushed lightly.

"Can we just get two glasses of water?" I decided to keep it simple since one of us had to drive back. And when I said one of us, I meant Andre. Even though it was my 21st birthday, I didn't want to get hardcore drunk tonight.

"Sure. I'll be right back with those. You can choose your appetizers and I'll be back to take your order." Ricky wrote down our drink before leaving to another table. When he did Andre growled lowly. I placed my hand in his and looked him in the eyes. They were turning a dark brown color and I knew he was fighting for control.

"Andre calm down," I whispered.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" he growled out.

"Did you see the way Emily was looking at you?" I countered.

"The hostess?" he scoffed removing his hands so he could cross them against his chest which he did to look imitating, and he did. "She doesn't mean a thing to me."

I crossed my arms as well. "Neither does Ricky. What about when she was flirting?"

"She wasn’t flirting."

I twirled my hair with my index finger, copying Emily. "Hi, I'm Emily. Welcome to The Original Night. I'm your hostess, how can I assist you?" I even imitated her voice to make myself sound attractive.

"She was doing her job." I dropped my mouth when he said that.

"Why are you being so oblivious?" I wondered.

"Why are you? You two are literally staring each other and he was checking you out."

"Emily was only talking to you, pretending I didn't exist. She was even turned down when you told her you had reservations for two," I explained.

"If I recall, Ricky was doing the same thing."

"I was doing what?"

We hear as two glasses were sat down in front of us. I hadn't realized that I was leaning forward in my chair until Ricky appeared. I sat up properly, fixing my dress.

"Taking other people's order," I quickly lied.

"Right," Ricky confirmed awkwardly. "So, what can I start you off with?" I couldn't help but noticed that he was only asking me again.

"My husband and I would like two Cesar salads please, with ranch dressing on one and Italian dressing on the other," I ordered. Ricky copied that down with a frown as he finally caught my hint. He walked away without another word and I took a sip at my water.

"Thank you," I heard Andre mutter. He seemed to have calmed down but he was still crossing his arms.

"No problem," I murmured back.

It was silent for the rest of the night. We could only talk to either give an order or to say thank you. We didn't talk to each other when Ricky wasn't available. Finally, we finished dessert and Andre paid the check. I didn't get to see the amount but I knew it would be high. We walk out of the restaurant around 10:00 or so. We were there for over an hour, but it felt much longer. I opened my door for myself and got in. I could tell Andre was surprised but didn't object. I closed my eyes feeling slightly tired from our argument. I figured it's killing two birds with a stone. The ride back would be long and I didn't want to talk to Andre at the moment and I was slightly tired but not tired enough to call it a night.

"Wake up Em, we're here."

That was faster than I thought. I yawned awake, still not speaking to Andre. I kept my eyes closed, knowing the way to our apartment like the back of my hand. I began to take my heels off but someone grabbed my wrist stopping me.

"Um, what are you doing?"

The voice didn’t belong to Andre and I could feel confusion appear on my face.

I slowly opened my eyes to the last person I would ever see in my entire life.

"Miss me already?"