Alex

The club was packed.

The music was so loud that sometimes it was impossible to even hear your own thoughts.

You were sitting with your friends in the VIP zone.

You were wearing a dark blue dress, light makeup and your favorite jewelry.

You looked beautiful, but you hardly thought about it.

You've always been more concerned with who you are as a person on the inside.

Stubborn.

Honest.

Sometimes too straightforward.

If you didn't like something, you didn't know how to keep quiet.

This is what often hooked people.

Nikita sat at the other end of the club.

25 years old.

Owner of several companies.

A person who is used to controlling everything around him.

His time was scheduled down to the minute.

Even today's visit to the club was part of a business meeting.

He was talking with his partners, but at some point he noticed you.

Beautiful, confident, with sharp features.

Calm, but with that same look that doesn’t ask for attention, but seems to take it itself.

After 10 minutes, you started leaving the club.

The corridor became quieter, the music was left behind.

And at that moment the lights suddenly went out.

People started to panic, some laughed, some started calling security.

The phones glowed in the dark.

A few seconds of complete confusion.

And suddenly... abrupt silence.

You stopped, squinting slightly, trying to figure out what was going on.

And at that moment you felt someone's hands on your waist.

Your body suddenly tensed.

Just a second.

And then the light came on again.

You turned around instantly.

But there was no one behind.

Only people passing by and security, who were already calming the crowd.

You frowned.

The heart was beating faster than usual.

You left the club.

And I heard a quiet whisper from behind.

— Are you leaving already?

It was Nikita.

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