With a head shake, he left the kitchen without a word, offering no help.
"How rude," she muttered as Annabelle assisted her to stand.
"Did you really slip?" Annabelle chuckled. "It didn't seem convincing."
"At least he's gone," Emily sighed.
"It isn't easy to have a cold man as a mate," Emily grumbled, moving away from the kitchen.
"Don't ask some certain questions," Annabelle advised as they entered a bar with a pool.
"I was looking out for you," Emily defended, her words doubted by Annabelle's squinted eyes.
"Fine. Alpha doesn't have affairs. I don't know if he really does, we thought he was gay, so that's why I asked who made the first move."
"Gay?" Annabelle questioned, still disbelieving. She seemed shocked. How couldn't she have known?
She had kissed a gay and given out her first kiss to a gay? She had the urge to cry, and she felt heartbroken. She had let herself waver for good looks. Alvin is gay.
