Chapter Twenty-Six. What The Actual F…..!
Alpha Del’s Point of View.
Okay, nervousness is coursing through my body, as I stand in front of the mirror. I have to admit though, I look sharp. This black Armani single-breasted suit teamed with a white shirt, and the small silver cufflinks, which, given they don’t burn like a b***h when I touch them, make me believe they are platinum, looks amazing. This suit fits me like a glove, and I am gathering because there is no tie, I am to go open-collared. I also have a box of red-bottomed shoes, very fancy, although how the hell Becca knows my size for these clothes is anyone’s guess. I grab the box of earrings I bought and place them in my inside pocket.
Exhaling a long breath, I nervously leave my room, and make my way down to reception, so th
