LOGINLumi’s POVWe’re still outside, still too close. And I’m still standing by the car door like I didn’t just agree to this.The night air feels cooler now, but it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes everything sharper. The silence between us, the space that isn’t really space, the fact that I can feel him there without even looking.Clover leans closer to me, her voice dropping into a whisper that isn’t nearly as small as she thinks it is. “Please don’t start an attitude now. We need to get home alive.”I don’t look at her. I keep my eyes forward, fixed somewhere ahead like that will ground me.“I’m not starting anything.” It comes out low, flat even. A lie, because that irritation is still sitting right under my skin. That unfinished conversation from earlier is still replaying in my head like it didn’t end properly. Before I can say anything else, he moves.He just steps forward, opens the driver’s door like it’s already decided, and gets in. That alone, that quiet assumption, I fe
Briggs’ POVI step back into the club. The noise hits immediately, music, voices, but I don’t register any of it properly. Because she’s not there. My eyes move across the room once, twice.Bar, dance floor, entrance. Nothing.My jaw tightens slightly.“She wouldn’t just—”I stop the thought, because she would. Before I can move further, Matteo steps into my path.“Everything okay?” His tone is neutral, professional.“Yeah,” I say.He nods, but doesn’t move immediately.“There’s an issue in VIP three,” he adds. “One of the guests is refusing to leave.”I glance once more across the room, still nothing. My attention splits, part of me already heading toward the exit. The other, dealing with this.I exhale slowly. “Handle it.”“We tried.”I look at him, that’s nough. “Fine.”I move past him without another word. The situation doesn’t take long. A man who thinks money gives him authority. A raised voice, I don’t raise mine. By the time I’m done, he’s leaving. And I’m already walking away
Lumi’s POVI walk out of the room faster than I should. My heels hit the floor harder than usual, each step sharp, controlled, like I’m trying to shake something off. It doesn’t work, because it’s still there. That feeling, that tight, irritating, confusing pull sitting right in my chest. And the worst part? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to call it.Annoyance? Embarrassment? Frustration? All of it. None of it.I exhale sharply as I step back into the main club area. The noise hits me immediately, music, voices, movement, but it all feels… distant. Muted even.Like I’m not fully back yet. I spot Clover instantly, still at the bar. Her head snaps toward me the second she sees me. And the look on her face? Pure chaos.She straightens immediately, eyes wide.“WHY are you walking like that??” she blurts out, loud enough that someone beside her glances over. “What happened??”I blink at her.“…What do you mean how am I walking?”She gestures wildly at me.“That! That thing you’re doi
Briggs’ POVI don’t look back.There’s a difference between someone following because they’re unsure… and someone following because they’ve decided. The rhythm of her steps is steady, she’s coming. For me.The thought lands heavier than it should. I don’t react to it outwardly, but I register it. Most people hesitate at this point. She closed the distance like she’d already made peace with whatever this leads to.I walk through the club without breaking pace. Lights flicker across the floor, music vibrates through the walls, bodies shift and collide around me, but none of it matters. I’m aware of everything. And still focused on one thing, her.I push open the door to one of the private lounges. Not the rooms people assume, or the ones meant for indulgence or cheap fantasies. This one is different, clean and minimal. A space where nothing distracts you from what’s in front of you. I step inside. The noise from the club dulls instantly as the door begins to close behind us. I don’t t
Lumi’s POVThe music is loud, bodies are moving, lights are shifting. But somehow, none of that touches me.It’s just him, standing there, waiting. He doesn’t move, that’s the first thing that annoys me. He doesn’t meet me halfway, step forward or even pretend to close the distance.He just watches me come to him, like he expected it. That alone pushes something in me. I’m so close to him now, close enough to feel the heat of his body. Not touching, but close enough that one wrong move would change that.For a second, nothing. Just silence.Then, his voice, low and calm. “You walked over.”I tilt my head slightly, folding my arms.“You didn’t,” I shot back. A small pause. Then I added, just to push him:“Was thinking maybe you’re scared to make a move on big mama.”There it is, a reaction. Small, but real. His eyes flicker, just for a second. Then, the corner of his mouth lifts. Not a full smile, not even close, but small. A smirk.And something about that, feels like approval. Like
Clover’s POVSomething is off. But before that, I’m actually looking for someone. My eyes move across the room, scanning faces, bodies, stage lights, shadows, anywhere a familiar figure might pop out.Cameroon, that idiot.I lean forward slightly, squinting toward the dancers gathering near the stage. Nope, not there. I check the VIP section, bar, and entrance. Still nothing.“…You better not have stood me up,” I mutter under my breath.Because this whole night? This entire chaotic, unnecessary, slightly traumatic night? Was partly because of him.I sit back, crossing my legs, scanning again. Nothing.“Wow,” I sigh quietly. “So he’s not even one of the dancers?”That’s… disappointing. Annoying even. I pick up my drink, taking a slow sip, still glancing around. Maybe he’s late or still backstage. Maybe….I stop.My attention drifts from the stage to the person sitting right next to me, Lumi. And just like that, Cameroon is no longer the problem.She is.“She’s acting calm… but she’s







