The Apha’s Last Virgin Mate

The stranger

AMELIA'S POV

Our night out had been going well until I found myself standing on the stage with a microphone in my hand. I should have known that this would happen, Emma was always up to no good, and if there was one thing I hated with my whole heart it was singing in front of a crowd. Emma always seemed to think that the fact that I could sing meant that I was always willing and ready for some kind of performance. she often said to me that she always wanted to show me off to everyone and as flattered as I was by her confidence in me it wasn't something I particularly enjoyed.

She knew this and yet here I was holding a mike and ready to sing karaoke with her. I knew that it wasn’t really going to be karaoke for her but I knew that she was just hoping to stand by and pretend to be my cheerleader while I sang my heart out. She knew that I would never allow us to be embarrassed by her own singing, Emma was a horrible singer and whenever she tried expressing a melody with her mouth it just sounded like an angry ogre, this was something that I often told her. I guess this was her way of getting back at me for all the times that I had teased her for her voice.

”Why did you do this Emma, you know that I hate singing in public” I complained and she smiled widely at the crowd that was cheering us on as if we were some kind of pop singers. No one loved attention more than Emma.

“Just relax, I am here with you,” she said and I rolled my eyes as I pulled down the dress I was wearing. When I agreed to wear this dress earlier it was because I loved it and I loved how short it was. It felt shorter than it was now because I could see the hungry stares that I was getting from all the guys that were off stage. I guess this was the reason why Emma chose to borrow this dress to me today, she probably thought that wearing thus dress would give me a boost in confidence and I would perfom to perfection. Well, she was wrong because no amount of confidence was going to make me ignore the stares I was getting from these filthy men.

The song that I was supposed to sing finally started playing and I started mumbling the words into the microphone, I wasn’t mumbling because I didn’t know the song but because I still didn’t feel very comfortable. I was feeling like there was someone who was staring daggers into me, I was aware that everyone was staring at me because of the dress that I was wearing but I felt like I was being stalked. as I continued singing I looked around the crowd with hopes of spotting who my stalker was. the club was packed and it was hard to focus of one single person. I kept singing and walking around the stage with hopes that I would eventually spot the person that I was looking for

I was nervous, nervous because I was doing something that I would never volunteer myself to do and also nervous because of all the eyes that were on me. My voice even sounded as if it was fading, however, the smile on Emma’s face made me continue singing although all I wanted to do was walk off stage. I found myself searching the crowd to find the person that was making me so uncomfortable and I finslly was met by some icy blue eyes. they were the kind of eyes that stripped you naked as they searched the inner most parts of your soul. they were the kind of eyes that would keep you up at night or make you sleep with one eye opened.

I suddenly stopped singing as I found myself lost in these cold eyes. Although the guy that was staring at me was sitting far from me I could still see his eyes, they were not friendly at all, and yet as he stared at me I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. He suddenly got up and walked out of the club abruptly as if he had realized or remembered something that he didn't like.

“Where did he go?” I asked and then I realized a little too late that I had spoken into the microphone and everyone was puzzled about what I was talking about.

"Ckme on sweetie keep singing" someone shouted from the crowd

"Yeah, give us a a show" another shouted

”Sorry guys,” I said as I ran out of the club, following the guy that I had just locked eyes with. I knew that what I was doing was stupid but I felt compelled to go after him and find out who he was. it was as if he was silently calling me and I was the only one who could respond to the call.

“What the hell are you doing out here? Who are you looking for?” Emma asked me breathlessly as she followed me outside. She had pushed through the crown like I had to get to me.

“This guy…” I said as I looked around, the guy had suddenly disappeared into thin air.

“What guy are you talking about?” she asked me looking around

“He was staring at me while I was singing,” I said and she laughed

“Trust me every guy was staring at you while you were on that stage. I almost felt like I was invisible” she joked and in the middle of my laugh the car that we were standing next to sped off and just as it did I caught a glimpse of his handsome face as he closed his window. I hadn't even noticed that there was a car that was parked next to us, I felt even dumber after realizing that he had probably heard everything that Emma and I spoke about.

”I can’t believe you paused a fun party like that all because of some random guy that ran out right after you saw him…I am pretty sure you will never see him again, this club has some creeps.” She said looking back into the club and I could tell that she really wanted to go back inside.

“Come on let's go,” Emma said as I stood there not moving an inch as if my feet were glued to the ground

“That’s him,” I said pointing at the car that had just sped off, I took a few steps in the direction that the car had gone but Emma pulled me back before I made afool of myself. How far did I even think I could follow it.

“Trust me that cannot be him,” she said as she stared at the car and then shook her head, Emma knew the bad guys around here because that was what she was into, this was the reason why I was curious about why she thought this particular guy couldn't have been the guy that had been stalking me when I knew that he was.

“Why not?” I asked, “do you know him?”

“Everyone knows him and he is bad news. Hjm and his sister are bad news. Rumor has it he even f***s her” she said with a wink as she dragged me outside but my heart and eyes were still stuck on the car that had just sped off.

"That is the kind of incest relationship that you do not want to be involved in" she added.

If Emma hadn’t just dragged me inside with her I would have probably gotten a cab and followed his car because that how desperate I was to see him up close. Something had to be wrong with me, why was I suddenly acting like I was obsessed with this man that I had just met? What if he was some kind of a kidnapper or serial killer? The fact that Emma said that he was bad news showed me that he must have really been bad news because ‘bad’ was what she was into. she clearly wasn't into his kind of bad that made me even more curious, washe I to drugs? did he traffic women and sell them off?

I wanted to question Emma even more about this mysterious blue-eyed guy but I didn’t get the chance to ask her how she knew him because we got into the club immediately after she said that. She didn’t even seem bothered by the fact that I had just run out of the club to follow a man that I had never met before. But then again, even if she found it odd, what else could she say about it? It wasn’t like I had left with the man and never came back. But I wanted to know who he was and why Emma thought that he was such a bad person.