Dirty Dancing with the Cursed Alpha
I excused myself and walked over to my vanity, getting ready to wipe off the makeup on my face.
“You don't look fine.” Belle pointed out, leaning against my chair. “What happened there?”
I turned to her and force a smile on my face. “Nothing. Didn't you hear me? Everything went fine.”
She didn't look like she believed me but thankfully, she didn't push it either.
Madame Bertha came in and distributed our tips in cash, she stopped in front of me and patted my shoulder.
“The Alpha loved you tonight,” she whispered, pressing a heavy envelope into my hand. “Keep doing what you're doing.”