ONYX
“I see the dress fits you perfectly!” Marco pulled me into a hug and then kissed each of my cheeks while I gaped like a fish. Onyx might have been used to these things, but I wasn't.
The designer was wearing glittering black pants and a blazer with matching lapels paired with a white shirt and a narrow tie–a look only someone like him could get away with.
“Yes, thank you,” I smiled back at him, noticing how many eyes were on us now. Marco may not have been an Alpha, but he was a celebrity. I may have miscalculated slightly when striking a deal with him. After all, my initial plan was not to attract additional attention and to live a quiet life. Next to Marco, that would be an impossible task.
However, it could have been a good thing too. Maybe being his official muse would improv
