It All Started with a Lie

Chapter 8.1

He raised a brow. "I think everyone noticed when you got here."

Did Peter know he would be here? How come Richard couldn't be here to save me from this travesty?

While everyone else danced, we stood motionless, hands clasped. As the song finished, the instructor began to go on about dancing edicate, which I desperately needed to listen to as I had no idea the proper manners for this setting—for any setting really—but I was too busy arguing to do so. "I was not that loud." I was. I most certainly was.

His witty remark was cut short by the start of new music as the crowd abandoned their circles and either took a seat or found a partner to dance. I took the opportunity to leave before the urge to slap him became unbearable. "What a shame, times up, so unless you plan on dancing, we should get off the dance floor." I tried to walk away but his grip on my hands grew more firm, stopping me.

He smiled, that oh so familiar smile that I couldn't seem to place and said, "If you wanted to dance, all you had to do was ask."

"You want to dance?"

"No, I believe you did. I'm perfectly content standing here in peoples way all night." He used one hand to guide me into a spin.

"You are not leading," I demanded as I finished the turn.

"I saw you dance, you can't lead."

I hadn't even tried. "Yes I can!"

Despite my protest, his hands were still beneath mine, signaling his dominance as he continued to move my body with his. "Fine, you can lead on the next song."

The next song? How many songs does this guy think I'm gonna stay here for? "Fine." I rolled my eyes. "But you are not dipping me at the end, pretty boy?" A nickname I stole from Richard.

His brow rose as he moved me to a closed position. "Pretty boy? Do I look pretty to you?"

I nodded. "Little bit, yeah. Especially with a shirt like that." It had to be designer, that much was easy to tell just from the stitching on the cuffs. So he must be a rich boy too. "Let me guess, your mother dresses you."

He stared at me, spinning me again. "Are you trying to call me a mama's boy, Darling?"

"Look who passed the inference section of English." I looked back at him as I finished the half turn, my back pressed against his chest.

He laughed, his canines flashing. Definitely a pretty boy. "No, my mother does not dress me."

"Your father then?" There's no way this man finished his hundredth rep at the gym and was like 'you know what I should do to reward myself for having such large muscles, buy a new button up'.

We moved across the dance floor, my body following his much to my dismay. "I would have to have one of those for him to dress me."

I pursed my lips. "Ah, daddy issues. That explains so much. You could be a main character, star of every book." I cringed as the words left my mouth. Oh gods, I'm starting to talk like Richard. I don't even like reading. I tried to read a book once, made it four paragraphs in before I fell asleep.

He didn't seem as appalled with my words as I was. "Actually the love interest is usually the one with daddy issues in the books."

Ah, so he reads. He's a man of culture. Or he was just trying to get into a reader's pants. My brother tried that. Gods, I hope he never meets Richard. "Well that can't be right, because I mean, clearly I'm the main character. And you, not really my type."

"And what makes you think you're the main character?"

I laughed. "I mean, have you met me? I'm the star of every show."

"Oh really?"

The more we argue the more prominent his accent seems to get, and I ignore the knot that forms in my stomach at the sound that reminds me of all the dirty things he whispered to me on the patio, in that thick Spanish accent that made every word he said sound like heaven. Still an asshole.

My thoughts were interrupted as An-mei and Peter made it to a spot near us. An-mei, still wrapped in Peter arms, grinned a devilish grin, and cheered. "You're doing it! You're dancing!"

I was? I hadn't even noticed, but she must be right because I haven't stepped on his feet, or fallen on my behind, or tripped anyone. Now that my focus has been directed to our dancing, I could feel how simple it was to dance with him. He was firm in everything he did, there was no question as to where he was asking me to move, and I hardly needed to think to know where we were moving, when we were spinning, where he wanted me. How terrible.

We were not so successful when it was my turn to lead and we ended up arguing for six songs, we danced together for six songs. I stayed for six songs, and only left because An-mei wanted to dance. I stayed for a third, because we hadn't noticed the song change on the second, and there was no way I was letting him get his way and lead two songs. The fourth because it was only fair that I got to be a lead for as many songs as he did. The fifth because I wasn't finished with my brilliant statement when the song changed. And the sixth because when the fifth ended neither he nor I pulled away.

We argued for all of them, especially when I started to lead but we were laughing too, because I hadn't considered how difficult it might be to lead when he was so much taller. Every spin amounted to him having to bend down awkwardly, my hand stretched as high as I possibly could, which only made me laugh harder. Clearly we were doing something terribly wrong, because while everyone else seemed to have ease leading someone taller than them, I nearly toppled us both to the ground trying to spin him. The worst part, I was wearing six inch heels.

A/N
Hi lovies!
First off, I'm sorry this chapter is a day late.

This is honestly one of my fav chapters so far because it was so fun to write. I love writing their arguments.

What did you guys think?

QOTD: What is your favorite book in the It All Started with series?

And if you haven't read them, what is your favorite series in general?

Lots of love,
Rachelle <3