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Staring at me as if I was a work-of-art.

Staring at me as if I was a goddess.

Staring at me as if I was the prettiest girl in the whole world.

Nobody had ever looked at me the way he did before.

The look in his eyes was a mixture of lust and curiosity.

A mixture of mystery and intrigue.

And it set me on fire.

It set me on fucking fire.

But before I could hold his gaze with mine any longer…

He turned on his heel, walking away…

And disappeared.

The moment was over before it even began.

And it was now, that I came to the realization.

The realization that I had been right…

I was never going to see this man ever again.

CHAPTER 5

AMBER

 “Come on Amber, lighten up!” Isha squealed. “Dance!”

My eyes continued to stay fixated on the spot where the man had been, as if I was half expecting him to come back. I couldn’t stop the feeling so deep in my gut of being gutted. I needed to stop being stupid. What the hell did I expect from a man I’d just met in the club?

I shook my head, before turning back to Isha.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I smiled, and started dancing along with her, immersing myself in the surroundings, immersing myself in the music.

Needing to forget.

Needing to feel better.

We dropped our asses up and down, in rave mode, and danced for hours on end.

Dancing well into the night.

Picking up more energy with each passing second.

The alcohol in the back of my throat giving me the confidence I needed.

But as much as I was trying to lose myself in the music…

The pale, hazel brown, captivating eyes of the man who saved me at the bar kept burning at the back of my mind.

CHAPTER 6

AMBER

After hours, I was beginning to grow a little tired and worn out.

“Do you want to go home now, Isha?” I asked. “I’m kinda tired now.”

“Tired already?”

Her eyes widened.

“What do you mean, already?” I giggled. “We’ve been here for hours!”

She giggled back. “I guess you’re right.”

“Can we go home then?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Let me just go for a smoke in the Smoking Area first.”

She nodded.

I nodded back, and we pushed our way through the crowd.

I hadn’t noticed how packed the club was tonight. It was hard to even walk, with so many people towering around at every inch and angle of the area.

We continued to walk and make our way to the Smoking Area. But I could feel myself trip on my heel, and stumble backwards.

Isha carried on walking, not realizing that I had stumbled on my spot.

I sighed in exasperation, losing my balance, and fell straight into somebody behind me.

The person grabbed hold of me to give me some steadiness, and stop my head from hitting the floor. They helped me to get back up on my feet.

“Thank you,” I said gratefully.

My eyes darted across the dance-floor, trying to locate where Isha had walked off to.

But I couldn’t see her anywhere, or find her. My patience was wearing thin now. I’d completely lost her.

I hated crammed clubs.

“Are you lost, darling?” said the man who stopped me from falling over.

I turned around to face him, embarrassed.

“Yes I am. I just lost my friend,” I admitted, sighing.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at me, before his face lightened.

“Maybe I could help you to look for her. I know my way around this club… I come here all the time,” he shrugged.

“Oh my God, thank you,” I said gratefully, sighing. “I really appreciate it.”

He flashed me a grin. “Do you know whereabouts she was heading?”

“Yeah, to the Smoking Area,” I replied.

 “Great. I know exactly where that is,” he said. “Follow me.”

I smiled at him gratefully, following him out of the crowd. We made our way off of the dance-floor, and he made his way towards the staircase, walking up them quickly.

“Just this way,” he beckoned, as we continued to make our way up the flights of stairs.