My lips parted and I froze instantly looking at the unfamiliar face before me. But he smiled like we’d known each other for years.
The man from earlier quickly retracted his hands as he raised them in the air, “Uh, sorry man. I had no idea she was already taken,” he muttered, giving him an apologetic look as he walked away. Leaving me alone with my stranger.
The light from the club glinted in where we stood, as I took a good look at his face. Blonde hair, cut short and scattered in disarray giving him the bad boy next door look. He was pretty. I had to give him that, but everything about him felt wrong.
He wasn’t my type. He looked nothing like the muscular six feet six man with—f*****g hell, Alina.
“Liam,” he muttered, cutting my thoughts off, as he stretched his hands towards me.
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