Peter Griffin Gif Dancing Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice a milky whisper. Peter’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up. “Absolutely pretty little thing!” He grabbed her hand, pulling her close. “Excuse us,” he said to me, as he was already swaying to the music. I rolled my eyes again. Peter had been flirting with someone else just minutes ago. His attention span was shorter than a goldfish’s. Fucking player. I glanced at my watch and it was already twenty four minutes since we have been here. I made a mental note, one hour, and that was the limit. As soon as the clock ticked over, I was out of here like a ghost.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

“Yeah... I didn't want you walking around barefoot again. It’s unprofessional for an Alpha.” Peter’s expression brightened with pure pleasure. “Mm. I won't try them on tonight. Next time, then.” I was speechless. Who 'tries on' slippers? Peter adjusted his frames, the silver catching the hallway light. “I’m heading out. Good night, Little Wolf. See you this weekend.” “Good night,” I echoed. Meanwhile, Dustin received a message from Peter. It was a photo of the mundane slippers. Dustin: [What is that?]

I want to know. Peter's eyes glowed, vividly remembering something from the past. "It all started when I attended my friend's birthday party in the club, and I saw this sexy lady dancing alone on the dance floor. I was captivated by her pretty face and sexy body. Then I was surprised that she went there alone with no companion. Many men try to flirt with her, but she ignores them and yells to their faces, saying that she wants to dance and drink alone."

"I want you to sing me a lullaby before I go to sleep." "I don't know how to sing." "Sing 'Where is Thumbskin' for me." Griffith hesitated, aware that she was teasing him. "No." "Are you really not singing?" "No." She poked the pattern on his pajama pants and said, "You’re a principled man." He snorted. "If you sing, I'll allow you to pursue me seriously, and I won't bring up the past anymore," she suddenly said. Griffith's eyes lit up.

By the time I styled my blonde locks into loose waves and returned to the basement, Griff had found himself a pair of black pants and a bright red shirt, which he wore with the top two buttons open. Saliva flooded my mouth, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips. He reminded me so much of that scene in Saturday Night Fever where John Travolta was strutting down the street with a can of paint. All that was missing was the gold jewelry and a matching buckle to draw the eye to the crotch. Griff raised a brow, his gaze sweeping down my body and then up again. The low, sexy growl and nod of approval he gave me made my heart flutter. Was I being an idiot for getting excited and thinking things b

Now I know where he got this from. "What are you doing?" I ask him in astonishment. "What does it look like? I am taking you to the dance floor so we can dance." He smiles. Before I can say anything, we are already on the dance floor. I am not the best dancer, but I surely know some moves. Thank god for that, otherwise, I would be embarrassing myself in the middle of an enormous crowd. Peter places his hands around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. He grins as we dance to the slow music.

Piper chuckles insanely as she dance to the song. "Who wants to dance ? Come on ladies and gentleman." Piper stand up as she drag me with her. I shove my phone back to my bag and followed her to the dance floor. "Piper , I can't dance." I shouted above the loud music. " Trust the booze. It will guide you." She smile and begin dancing to the song. I know I'm drunk and I'm also certain wherever Gray is , he might be watching me. "I'm gonna find the bathroom guys." Brandon shouts and disappeared through the crowds.

“Bella is right. We can’t keep doing this to him…And I refuse to lose him.” Adrian nodded in support. ****** Peter loved dancing, and right now, he needed something—anything—to drown out the pain in his chest. Music blasted through the room as he moved mindlessly, gulping down alcohol like it was juice. “Hey, cute boy…” a girl purred as she stepped closer, sliding her hand around his waist. “I love your moves,” she whispered against his neck. Peter laughed drunkenly and rested his hands on her shoulders as she swayed against him, shamelessly grinding her body on his.

Counting until it is over. Then comes the dancing. I dance with Peter. He moves with an infectious energy, the kind that demands attention in a dimly lit room. He laughs often, holds my waist like he’s done it a million times, and I shift slightly, concealing my discomfort. I don’t hate Peter. He’s kind. He’s fun. But I know this won’t work, and I won’t let him hold onto something that isn’t there. I’ll let him down easy.