Adored by the Alpha

Chapter 29

Allen smiled at me, his eyes covered in a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses. "Morning, beautiful- there's a pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment if you want. Did you guys have fun?" he asked, making a U-turn.

"Yeah- we watched horror movies for a while, and then Stella gave us both makeovers. I'm pretty sure she used, like, 6 bottles of hairspray on me alone. And at least 7 different pallets for my eyeshadow alone," I shook my head. She'd gone way overboard- I'd been wearing so much makeup it had felt like I was going to suffocate. I found the sunglasses in the glove compartment, noticing the price sticker on the side. 300 dollars? Oh my god.

Allen furrowed his brows. "I didn't know you liked wearing makeup... Do you want me to buy you some? If you wanna wear it, you should be able to, although I'll probably need some help from my sisters, cause' I have no idea-"

I held up my hands to stop him. "No- I don't. I like wearing it sometimes but... it's not something I'm interested in,"

"Oh, alright. Gotta admit, a bit of a relief. I'd rather not have to drag you and my sisters around Sephora and Mac for 6 hours while you pick out the right shade of lipstick," he laughed nervously, speeding up when we hit the highway. "You excited for our date tonight?"

I furrowed my brows for a minute. "Honestly, and with no offense intended- I'd forgotten all about it. But.. yeah, I guess. Where are we going?"

He looked at me with a smirk, pushing down his sunglasses so his eyes came into view. "It's a surprise," his smile grew wider, the dimple popping out before he turned his focus back to the road.

I shook my head. "Another surprise huh? Let me guess- now it's me you've bought a house for?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled dryly. "As if I'd ever let you live on your own," he shook his head.

"That's a little unhealthily possessive, don't you think?"

He shook his head again. "It's not like that- although, I'd definitely prefer to live with you. But I wouldn't have the nerves for it. It's dangerous for a woman to live all alone. I'd be worried sick all the time. If I were to get you your own place, I'd have to put a 24/7 security guard on as well." he shuddered slightly as if the thought was almost scary to him.

I rolled my eyes. Overprotective doggo. Like a husky protecting a kitten from a squirrel.

"To hell with security- give me a baseball bat and a taser, and I'll be good to go,"

Allen laughed beside me. "I don't doubt it, love. Trust me," he smiled at me, dimple standing out. I smiled back. He pressed a button on the touch screen and swiped his finger up slowly, the music in the car becoming louder as he did.

I raised an eyebrow. "Elton John? Really?"

He shrugged and turned the music back down a nudge. "Come on- his glasses are epic, and my mom's a fan- apparently, when she was pregnant with me, the only thing that'd make me stop kicking her bladder was 'I'm Still Standing' on full volume," he snorted out a laugh.

"Same, except with me that was Beyoncé- my mom played 'Crazy In Love' on repeat during the entire last trimester of her pregnancy, and then continued until I was... what, 3?" I laughed, and Allen laughed along.

After a few seconds of silence, he turned up the volume again- this time blasting it through the speakers. I couldn't contain my laughter as he began singing along, throwing around his right hand in big gestures. I bend over laughing.

And apparently, Allen was just as big of a fan of Elton as his mother. First, we listened to 'I'm Still standing'- then the playlist went on to 'Rocket Man', and then on to 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart'. He sang along to each one... and I joined in on 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart'.