6

 “Of course. Th – thank you for taking care of the situation,” said the barman, and tapped on his phone to call one of the bodyguards over.

“God, Amber…” Isha swallowed, sweating profusely. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. It was all my fault, for accepting that drink…”

She trailed off her sentence, but my eyes never once left the man who just saved my life.

Who saved me from being drugged up and raped.

The one night I went out, and my life was going to tear apart just like Agron had torn it apart all that time ago…

But he saved me.

He fucking saved me.

“Th – thank you…” I trembled, hardly able to show my gratefulness and gratitude to him. “If he – If he had done that to me…” Tears rolled down my cheeks. “I don’t know what I would have done. Thank you.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, taking steps closer to me, closing the gap between us. He put his hand on my arm, and electricity jolted through my body.

A foreign feeling I’d never felt before…

And I needed to snap out of it. Because as attractive and lovely this man was…

Tonight would be forgotten, and become history. I would never see him again, and I needed to get myself together.

“Don’t let that prick ruin your night. Go and have fun, girls,” he smiled.

I gave him a small smile back.

“You’re right,” Isha said. “Come on, Amber, let’s dance. Forget about that bastard!”

I let out a small giggle, feeling my mood lighten up again, feeling comforted that this man had made the night better.

But I knew I couldn’t always rely on a knight-in-shining-armor to save me every time I went on a night out and got harassed by a creep.

What would happen the next time I went out with Isha to the club, and the next, and the next, and there was nobody there to save me?

I just got lucky tonight…

And I only had God to thank.

But for tonight…

I needed to push my doubts to the back of my mind, and forget about what just happened.

Because I had been having a good time earlier.

The next song switched on in the club, and this time, it was another song by Flo Rida, called the Club Can’t Handle Me.

You know I know how

To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out

The club can't even handle me right now

Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out

The club can't even handle me right now

“I love this song!” Isha squealed, and I could feel myself getting back to my rave mode too, as it started playing.

Isha pushed her way through the crowd, and began dancing. I let out a chuckle as I stared at her. She was such a good friend of mine, and I loved her to pieces.

The man’s hand was still on my arm, still lingering there, as if he never wanted to leave me. As if he was trying to make the most of this moment, and I could feel my cheeks flush bright red, because deep down, I didn’t want to leave his side either. I’d only met him five minutes ago, but I’d already learnt that he was so attractive and so caring.

“Th – thank you again,” I whispered, and before I could stay with him for a minute longer, I pushed through the crowd too, joining Isha on the dance-floor.

Isha was dancing herself into a frenzy, shaking her hips from side-to-side, dropping her ass up and down, bopping her head to the beat so quickly that it was like it was going to fall off.

I started moving my body to the beat, swaying my hips, doing my best to move with the rhythm of the music.

But I could hardly stay concentrated.

I could hardly stay focused…

Because my mind kept darting back to the man who had kicked Baldie down.

My eyes glanced back to where the man had been standing, almost longingly. He was facing me, staring at me like I was the only woman in the room.