Hey Guys! So, alot of you know that i was struggling with writer's block and the confidence with my stories. but all of your comments really helped, so i told myself that i would give it one last try, and if you guys dont like this chapter, then i am going to take a break. this was the only idea i had during my writer's block, so please tell me what you think, it's terrible, i know, so i'm apologizing ahead of time. love you all sooooooo much, thanks for the support:)
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Danielle P.O.V.
Both males walked through the kitchen, where Jeffery was holding an ice pack to his head, his eyebrows quirked up in amusement, taking the situation in front of him with more humor than necessary. Taylor had clearly noticed also, because with a well aimed kick, her loose stiletto hit him right in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. Ha. Take that Jeffery, I never liked that kid.
Our mates continued carrying us through the kitchen, up the stairs, and through the ballroom, causing everyone to stop the Cupid Shuffle to awkwardly stare at us. Antonio growled at them, and they immediately started to dance again, except they went to the right more times than the left and most of the pack members fell during the "turn." As the two walked outside, Antonio said a quick, "see you at the hotel." To Taylor's mate, and the two split up, each going to separate Ferrari's. Typical, I snorted; of course the Italians would have the Ferraris. I finally realized what was happening when Taylor started to struggle and yell.
"Let me go!" I yelled at my mate, punching and kicking as he carried me over his shoulder, towards the parking lot.
"No can do sweetheart, besides I'm loving the view." He replied, lightly smacking my ass, making me cry out in astonishment. Did he really just do that? Who the hell did he think he was? The mafia boss? I paused for a moment; werewolves weren't involved with the mafia, right?
"Of all the arrogant, inconsiderate, egotistical males I had to be paired with." I growled, when I realized that he had kept his hand on my backside.
"Save the growling for the bedroom babe." He chuckled, slipping me into the sleek car and walking to the driver's side. I immediately went for the door handle, but it wouldn't work. He wouldn't dare.
"You got to love child lock." He smiled at me, putting on his seatbelt and turning on the sportscar. Now that we were alone, I finally took the time to actually look at him. His piercing blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and the rough stubble on his chin was almost insulting. He's looking for me, and went on a search for me on an entirely different continent, and he couldn't have shaved?
He felt my gaze, and turned to look at me, "what?" he asked; confused by the look I must have been giving him.
"You seriously couldn't have shaved?" I replied, "Seriously how much work does it take to shave?" I asked incredulously.
"What?" he asked, even more confused than before, "Alexis said I was attractive when I didn't shave!" Alexis? Who's Alexis? And why is she telling him when he's attractive and when he isn't? I mean, yeah, he was incredibly handsome with the rough stubble, but what if I had something against men not shaving? What would he have done? Gone crying to Alexis? I think he should shave, just to spite whoever the hell this Alexis is, and I know where he can stick his razor when he's done, up her- "She's, my sister!" he laughed, after looking at the road, and then back to me. Oh, well this is embarrassing...
Angelo P.O.V.
"And you have a Ferrari, why am I not surprised?" my mate said, continuing the rant she had began after I had finally gotten her into my car, and she had discovered I used the child lock,
"What does me having a Ferrari have to do with making you get in my car?" I asked incredulously, silently laughing at my mate's train of thought, we were going to have fun, I could tell.
"You're Italian, and you're driving a Ferrari. Males and their pride." She muttered,
"What's wrong with pride in my country?" I asked,
"So you admit you hate America! This won't work, I'm American, you're Italian, it's like Romeo and Juliet, except we better not die, or fall in love, or have parent's that fight, oh- you better not wear tights! Oh, God, that is such a turn off, why would guys wear tights? I mean honestly, we don't need to see that, and wouldn't it be uncomfortable for guys? Are zippers uncomfortable for guys? Do you ever get scared that you might, you know, zip it up? What would happen? Could you go to a hospital? Would the pack doctor even know what to do? Would the hospital even know what to do? How would you know what to do? What would we do? Oh look! There's a squirrel on that tree? Do you think weresquirrels exist? What if you turned into a squirrel! Would that insult your man pride? That you turned into a squirrel? Would it hurt more than the zipper? Lol, talk about losing your nuts! Why do squirrels even like nuts? Why can't they like tomatoes? Or celery? Why nuts?" she continued to ramble,
This was going to be a long drive.
AUTHOR"S NOTE
So? what did you think? please tell me, i really love the comments:) who's P.O.V. did you like best? what part of this chapter did you like best?
I didn't give a dedication for this chapter for a reason. the Dedication goes to everyone who supported me when i had my little moment of zero self confidence, so if you messaged me to keep going, then you know this chapter was dedicated to you, you know who you are, and just know, you really are one of my super fans:)
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