Mistaken Identity

Chapter 27 Dance

After Calum left there was silent between Alexander and I for about two minutes until he spoke.

"Sorry about him. He's always like that. Stay away from him and his friends, their trouble."

"Then why did you invite him if he was trouble." I asked interest in the relationship between the two.

"If I didn't tabloids will start asking why I didn't invite him." I knew he wasn't telling the full truth but I left

it there.

"Okay."

"Where my manners? I totally forgot to tell you. You look stunning in that dress." He said with a smile. I

couldn't help but blush. I turned my head so he won't see the effect his words have on me. Gosh every

word he utters has as an effect on me.

"Don't be shy. I like knowing the fact I have an effect on you. But don't worry I won't tell anyone." He

said with a smirk. I let out laugh. Yep, he sure had some sense of humor. "Anyhow I have to go and

make my presence seen by my guests for bye. See you later."

"Okay." I said has he take his leave.

I stand around and looked at the elites has they socialize with their equals. I felt like the odd one out. I

don't belong here. Why am I here? Why did Alexander made me come down here. My presence was

not needed here. I could have stayed in my room and watch Henrique but no he wants me here. Why?

I'm yet to find out.

After standing by myself for five minutes drinking margarita and appetizers someone finally came and

grap my attention.

"Why a Belleza like you lonely?" A deep voice said behind me. He called me beauty and that sure

caught my attention and not only that he speaks Spanish. Awesome! I turned around and my eyes spot

the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life. His dark hair was neatly gelled black, he had on a

dark blue Armani suit. His cheek bones was set prefect on his face. His smile showed his teeth. They

was white; definitely brighten. But he didn't have a dimple, that was a major break down.

I looked at him and smile. "Do you call every girl you meet beauty or just me," I replied in Spanish. I Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

looked as his face showed a big grin, he was obviously please that I spoke Spanish.

"Well not every girl is as beautiful as you." He replied in Spanish. I laughed he was avoiding my

question.

"Why are you avoiding my question?"'

"What are you doing all alone, precioso?" Now he decide to call me beautiful. Men! Their so damn

confusing.

"Why are you alone?" I repeated his question. Still smiling at the fact that this man had a nice vibe I

like. Maybe it was because he speaks Spanish, I don't know I just like him.

"I'm not." He lifted his hand and pointed over to a woman who looked like she was flirting with some

men because all their eyes were on her. She was beautiful, he blonde hair lay on her shoulder and her

dress clung to her body. "That woman over there is my wife but because we had an argument earlier

she has being giving me the silent treatment and has being flirting with every men in the room to get

back at me." I looked at him and as he looked at his wife flirt with the other men. He was oblivious be

loved her and he wanted her attention but she wasn't giving him the time of the day.

"Oh, so you want me to make her jealous. Nice, No problem. I suck at flirting just know that." I said with

a smile. I like the idea. I like acting as someone's girl friend just to make the ex or in this case the wife

jealous.

"That's okay, you don't have to flirt, let's get to know each other. I'm Pablo Sanchez."

"I'm Kalliyah Bisson. I'm an artist." I decide that he didn't have to know the other sad things about me.

"Really, that's good. I don't think I've ever heard of you before."

"That's okay. I'm not that big of an artist." I replied with a smile. "What about you? What do you do?"

"Well," he replied with a smile. "I'm a Programmer."

"Wow, that's awesome. I bet you've made many Software and Programs."

"Well, I have. I'm the owner of Trés." I looked at Pablo fascinated with him. To be a Programmer, you

had to have brains and since he was the owner he probably even went to an IVY League college.

"Wow, that's great..I" was cut off when the soft music started playing in the background. "I love this

song." A thousand year by Christina Perri played.

"Well, than would you like to dance?" he asked with a smile.

"I'd love to." He held my hands and brought me out to the crowd where couples were dancing. He

danced with me slowly and made no contact that was in any way sexual. He was good man and it was

obvious he loved his wife. We danced slowly, he looked over my shoulder to look at his wife in another

man's arm. I felt him stiffen but so went back to normal. He knew she was trying to make him jealous

and it was working.

I heard a throat clear. I looked up to see the emerald eyes that has being haunting my dreams starring

at me.

"May I have a dance?" he asked Pablo. Pablo releases me from his grip. He smiled at me before he

went in the direction of his wife.

Alexander looked at me with a smile on his face. I returned his smile as he took me in his arms. The

song changed to a faster rhythm. It was tango. I love tango. I taught Tango along with Carlos at the

dance studio.

Alexander grip my shoulder and we were dancing to tango and he was good. I went in and out of his

arms. We danced with energy as he held and swayed my body with his. I wasn't paying much attention

to the others in the room, but I knew they all stopped and watch as Alexander swayed mw in his arms

like a man holding his lover. Our gaze were intense, but of course I would be this is tango. The music

begin the slow down and then the song ended. The audience that we created clapped and told us we

were good then they all went back to their dancing when a nice song began to play. Alexander held my

hands and bought me to a place where everything was more quite.