The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

Now I know where I've seen his face.

The media.

He's a very famous designer. He won the Fashion King Competition five years ago when he was only twenty years old.

He's a Fashion and Design genius.

"Yes, that one."

"Mr. Kirk, I'm honored to be in your presence right now." My enthusiasm is wrapped around every word that spills out of my mouth. He's a big deal!

"I love your designs and the fact that you've achieved so much at such a young age inspired me so much! You are amazing!"

"You're making me blush right now." He chuckles shyly and his face nearly splits into two halves with a smile. "You are amazing as well. Your designs are unique and dazzling. I love them." "Thank you! I'm honored to hear you compliment my designs. Thank you very much."

"You are welcome. Can I uh... get your phone number? I hate that I'm holding you out here when you're supposed to be in there enjoying a sumptuous dinner with your brother. I'd like to invite you out sometime."

"Sure."

He fishes his cell phone from his pocket and holds it out to me. I calmly take the phone and dial my number in it with a fat smile on my face.

This is the first time in my entire life to experience this. A guy taking my contact. A handsome guy at that.

It feels so good!

When I'm done, I hand the phone to him.

"Thank you." He saves the number before sliding it into his pocket again and looking at me. "How about I walk you in? I need to return you to your brother in one piece so he doesn't bite my head off the next time we meet."

even got a sense of

will if you

out his

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remarks once the guy is gone and

"He's not an admirer."

"Of course he isn't!"

Sarcasm.

a glare. He

could he be?" Then buries his face in the

here just so you

I'm not enjoying myself. You're fun to pick on." He says without any care in the world. I simply shake my head and

arrive about thirty minutes after placing our orders. Another banter starts when I

kill our mum if she ever finds out. During the ride, I noticed Ryan had

knowledge of anyone at home.

few drinks? This seems like a good club." His voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look outside and see that we're

"A club? Drinks? Really?"

at me and opens his car door before I can protest. Soon, he's at my side of the car, opening the door for me. "Ryan, this is not a

the weekend. The contest starts on Monday. You need to do something fun before delving into all the stress that comes with the competition. Come on!" He holds my hand and starts pulling me

Everything happens so fast.

I find myself seated by the bar counter of a club with dim multi-colored

like this was at the

makes

for you." Ryan pushes me a glass and I look at the liquid in it but because of the poor lighting of the room, I can't make out its real

over the loud music blasting throughout the

Martini. It's the perfect

when the smell hits my nostrils. I take a sip and roll the