Chapter 43: Naughty Stacy

Stacy:

“C'mon, it’s getting late, I need to bring you home.”

“And I said I don’t want to,” I swatted his hand off me, jumping on the truck. “I want to dance, just a little and I will be fine. C'mon dance with me, under the moon,” I said swinging my waist to an imaginary music that only I could hear.

“Stacy, what are you doing?”

“Dancing to the music can’t you hear that?” I said leaning my head to some imaginary sound.

“Stop that, you have a lot to drink, I guess that alcohol gets to you.”

“Stop talking nonsense, I am not drunk, I am perfectly fine.” I ran my fingers on his shirt, tugging the collar before they found their way to his firm ads, he grabbed my wrist stopping me from going further.

“Stop it, Stacy…” I smirked.

“You are no fun. Is there something about you betas, you don’t have fun? You just like my brother, he is an anti-social” My voice came out sexy, or maybe it was my brain playing that sexy voice because Brake was unmoved and he was staring at me like this was the