A/N: Wow. People say my story is very unique. I feel so special!

Iggy: Yeah. It's not going to last long, though.

Me: What? Oh. You're right. People may get inspired with my story and they'll publish a story that's sorta like mine. I get that. But, I'm cool with it.

Iggy: Ahh..

Me: (looks suspiciously at Iggy) What now?

Iggy: Nothing. Just type the chapter. Ignore me. Pretend I'm not here.

Chapter 4

Fang POV

Oh my Jesus.

I found her.

Not that I'm sounding as if I'm stalking her or something. . . Gosh.

It's just. . . I'm attracted to her. Yeah. I said attracted.

It's so simple. My founding her, I mean.

Last night was the ball. And it was held at my friend's mansion. Yeah, I said mansion. He's a lord, and all. I'm not saying his name. You'll know later.

The night was so loud and noisy. And by loud, I meant, all you can hear were girls' and women's giggles and men's snorts and laughs.

The second she walked in the front door, all noises stopped. I was in the parlor talking with Iggy when I noticed it was so silent in the other room. I was curious, Iggy was too. So we both went to the front living room.

There, I found her.

Oh, she was a sight, all right.

She was standing there, glaring at the crowd. Iggy was nudging my side. I ignored him. I was too busy looking at her.

Her dress was blue-green color, strapless, where the straps draped over her shoulders. The neckline, to me personally, was too distracting. Her hair, Oh God, it just added to the contrast. Her dirty blonde hair was now in curls, and were tied to a messy bun. I noticed that her eyes were brown, which means my guess was right. But my eyes turned their gaze to her necklace. The pendant was resting right between her breasts. Jesus.

Her deathly glare made the crowd turned away in fear. I didn't, though. I want to, but I can't seem to make my eyes to. She saw me, and her deathly glare burned holes through my skull.

Ouch.

Her eyes studied me up to my head and down to my toes. I found myself smirking. And winking at her.

I winked because of her initial reaction. Her eyes widened in surprise. I was trying to tease her, how can't I when she's looking like, that? When I winked, her mouth opened to a perfect O.

I turned back around to the parlor, biting my lower lip down to keep myself from laughing.

Oh, I'm going to enjoy this night. I thought.

Iggy was stammering when we went back in the parlor. He wasn't fully recovered from the sight. Who can?

When the server offered us a glass of champagne, I took a glass. I carefully sipped it and looked around the room, in case she was here somewhere.

Mom found us and hugged us tight. She smelled of red wine. Oh. She has been drinking again. Duh. I wanted her to let go so that I can breathe freely. She did, and said, "I want you two to meet a friend of mine from Arizona." She took my arm and Iggy's and brought us to the ball room. Shit.

Whoever that friend was, I assumed she would be like Mom. Loves gossip and red wine and grand stuff. She stopped behind a dark-haired woman about Mom's height. Mom dropped our arms and she tapped the woman's shoulder. The woman turned and smiled at Mom.

I don't want to tell you what they did next, because it would be un-manly.

Mom introduced us, and by then, Gazzy and Angel was already with us. "This is my oldest son, Lord Nicholas Grey," She motioned at me and I made a small bow. I hate my name. They should have changed it to something cooler, like Fang. But Mom doesn't know Iggy and the others call me Fang. She continued to introduce the others and ending with Angel, trying to get away from Mom's bear hug.

The woman smiled and I caught her name. Valencia Martinez. Nice. She said she wanted us to meet her children, and she'll get them. She came back with two pretty dark-haired girls behind him. "This is Ella," She pointed at the girl who looks exactly like her and in her early twenties. "And this is Monica, my adopted daughter." She pointed at the dark-skinned girl who look like in her late teens. "I have another daughter and a son but I can't seem to find them. I'm really sorry."

"Mom," Ella said. "Max is hiding in the balcony with Ari. They're plotting to leave this house. Do you want me to get them?" Her mother nodded and she excused herself.

She came back with a yellow-haired boy in front of her and dragging another behind her.

Oh, Jesus. It was her again.

Doctor Valencia Martinez continued the introduction, as if there weren't any distractions. "This is Ari, my late husband's son. He's fifteen," She put a hand on the shoulder of the un-smiling boy and he bowed. "And, this is my oldest, Maximum Ride." She pushed her -Maximum Ride- in front of her so that we can see her.

Oh, I definitely see her. Maximum was scowling. She didn't even bother to curtsy. "Max," Ella said to her through her clenched teeth. Max huffed and made a slow and small curtsy. Her eyes were on me, though.

Both our mothers smiled at each other and left, in each other's arms. Iggy left to talk with Ella. Gazzy went back to the food table. Ari, Monica and Angel walked outside to the balcony.

That left Maximum and I.

The orchestra started a slow romantic waltz. I bowed to Max and asked, "May I have this dance?" Max looked taken aback. I offered my hand, she gently put her hand on top of it. I kissed the back of hers and led her to the middle of the floor. Her skin tasted sweet.

My left hand was on her waist. The right hand was holding her left hand. Her right hand rested on my left shoulder; the music started and we twirled.

I pulled her closer to me, she gasped softly. I smiled inwardly. I felt her brown eyes on me and I looked back at her. She turned away, her cheeks pink. I love that color in her skin. She rested her head on my shoulder and whispered something.

"You saved me."

Three words, and she already knew. This woman is smart. And stubborn. I like that about her. I nodded. She turned her head up and smiled. "Why?" She asked.

I smiled back at her. I shrugged. She frowned. I gave her a sideways glance and said, "I have a weakness for damsels in distress." She narrowed her eyes. I smiled wider.

The music was coming to an end, and we pulled away from each other. I bowed again and bade her good night. She just stood there, and I felt her eyes in the back of my head.

I danced with her again.

I knew one thing for sure.

I'm definitely attracted to her.

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