Olivia
The music hits me before we get in - loud and heavy. "This is way too loud " I couldn't help but say
"Liv, I really love you but you couldn't help it than to say the dumbest shit at times, of course it's really loud because it's a club" she deadpan
The inside is way louder than I could fathom - neon lights flickering everywhere, bodies mingling on the dancefloor and the smell of sweat and perfume filled my nostrils
I sigh " and this is why, I don't come to the club, it reeks"
"Oh please" Maya retorts pushing our way through the crowd to get to the bar.
"Hey handsome, two cocktails " she tells the bartender like the bar runs on her whims
"Coming right up sexy" he winks at her
Maya giggles "I might get pregnant tonight" much to both our hearing
"No that's all on you, I'll get a bloody Mary and Martini - neat"
Maya howls " Damn girl ...how I loved the free spirited you until your grandmother crushed your soul"
"Cut me some slack, I've been through a lot"
" Yeah you have, cheers to that" she adds as we raise our glasses mid air to make a toast.
I gulped everything down at once, the alcohol taking effect, feeling every hardened muscle in my bone loosened, the music resonating through me - I've never felt much alive
"See that" Maya nudges me, her tone sharp with interest.
I follow her gaze to the other side of the bar. A group of men stand there - well dressed, confident, the type of people that clearly never struggled for anything in their life. From their watches, I'll be damned if it wasn't a Rolex down to the shoes.
"Power" she simply adds
My brain lit up like a bulb, an idea suddenly coming to mind, making my way to the dance floor
Maya calls out "where are you going to"
"To put on a show" I reply taking full confident strides, with a little sway to my hips
"Oh boy, you're on a roll" she cheers in a proud tone
"You coming " I call over my head
"Nahh, I'm keeping this handsome company"
I can tell she's really into the guy, I can't really blame her because he's sexy as hell.
Going to the dancefloor with a sole mission - dance and forget about everything, the death of my parents, fighting for everything in life, being blacklisted because of my selfish grandmother, the bills - don't get me started on the bill, I just want to forget.
I got to the dance floor, allowing the music to course through me, the movement started from my hips to my hands, the songs filling and making me whole. This was making me reminisce over my college life which was filled with my wild years.
I knew how to put on a good show, i felt every eye on me but I couldn't care any less, started swaying to the beat of the music, suddenly I felt this chilly sensation causing the hair at the back of my neck to rise.
Almost as if I was being watched, ignoring the feeling and focusing on the music, I couldn't help but still felt watched.
I turn around nothing first. Nothing
I glance at the crowd then at the bar.
Still nothing.
Then I see him.
My eyes meet a pair of dark eyes, standing at the far end of the bar with some men, he stands out amongst them - unfazed by the movement around him.
Watching.
Tall, broad shouldered and dark clothing added to his formidable looks, he looked like the men your mother would warn you to steer clear of.
He had this sinister look.
Everything about him seemed deliberate.
His cold calculated gaze watching me, my every move.
Our eyes meet.
The power of his gaze brings my dancing to a halt.
And everything else disappears.
The lights
The noise
The people all fade into the background.
The was nothing soft about his gaze, my stare measured his. It was then I realised that this was some sort of battle that I would gladly indulge him in.
I began to sway my hips and move seductively without breaking eye contact, the internal battle was clear to the both of us.
It was a game we were playing, a dangerous one at that.
There was a shift in the atmosphere, our eyes locked into each others' mirroring our desires.
There was something so daring with the way he was looking at me which made me hot all over.