Chapter 8

“I'm fine.”

I stepped out of the room, not wanting to think about the nightmare I just had. Ciel had tried to be nosy, but I didn’t want to talk about it. Especially when he had spent the night out fucking other women. 

“I just need to get away for a little while,” I muttered to myself as I walked briskly down the hallway.

“Hey, where are you going?” Ciel called after me, his voice harsh and biting. I walked even faster.

“Just… somewhere!” I shouted back, not even bothering to look at him. “Just leave me alone!”

“Isabella , wait!” he said, trying to catch up. 

“Fuck off, Ciel!” I yelled, pushing the door open and stepping outside. I knew I shouldn’t have reacted that way, but the frustration bubbled up. I didn’t want to talk about my stupid nightmare or my father. I just wanted to leave before I punched thqy cheating bastard in the face. 

I stormed down the street, my heart racing. The lights from the buildings felt too bright, and everything around me seemed overwhelming. “What am I doing?” I thought, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t keep running away.”

But instead of turning back, I kept walking until I found myself in the bustling heart of the city. Music blared from nearby buildings, and lights twinkled ahead of me and without thinking, I headed in the direction of a club I had heard about: Pavea.

As I approached the entrance, a bouncer nodded at me.

“Your business here ma'am?”

“Fun and some other things in between”

“Well,you look ready to have some fun.” he said with a smile.

“I’m here to let loose!” I replied, feeling adrenaline kick in as I stepped inside. The atmosphere was electric—colors danced across the walls, and the music pulsed through the air. 

Once inside, I was immediately caught up in the music. People were dancing everywhere, their bodies moving to the beat. I felt the tension from earlier begin to ease up. “Maybe this is what I need,” I said to myself, pushing my way further into the crowd.

****

Meanwhile, Ciel stood outside the hotel, still processing Isabella 's sudden departure. When he realized she wasn’t coming back, concern settled in. “Damn it!” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “She shouldn’t be out here alone.”

He quickly pulled out his phone. “I need the guards,” he said into the phone. “Have them follow Isabella . She’s left the hotel, and I want to make sure she’s safe.”

“Are you sure about this?” the guard asked cautiously.

“Yes, I’m sure!” Ciel snapped. “Just follow her, but keep it discreet. Don’t let her know. I want to ensure she doesn’t get into trouble.”

“Understood. We’ll watch her from a distance,” the guard confirmed before hanging up.

****

I was pulled into the crowd, letting the energy sweep me away. As I moved, I spotted a stage illuminated with bright lights. “That looks fun!” I thought, feeling the urge to climb on it. It had been a while since I danced. 

Someone bumped into me, and I turned to see a group of girls laughing and dancing. “Hey! Join us!” One of them shouted over the music, pulling me along with them.

Before I knew it, we all made our way to the stage. The DJ announced, “Next up, we’ve got a special dance!” 

 “Why not?” I thought, excitement bubbling up. “Let’s do this!”

I climbed onto the stage, the crowd cheering around me. I began to dance, letting the music take control of my body. A carefree energy surrounded me, and I felt liberated.

“This is what I needed!” I shouted, moving freely and embracing the excitement of the moment. The audience cheered louder, and I felt like I was on top of the world. 

As I danced, I noticed faces in the crowd, including some guys who were watching closely. One of them, a tall guy with dark hair, flashed me a charming smile. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“What’s your name?” he shouted over the music.

“Lena!” I replied, feeling a bit cautious. It was better if I didn't give my real name. 

“Let’s dance!” he called, gesturing for me to join him.

I shook my head playfully. “You’ll have to keep up!” I challenged, the thrill rushing through me.

***

Back in the house, Ciel paced nervously. “Where could she have gone?” he muttered, looking around. “She should be safe inside.”

After a few minutes, he received a call from the guard he had sent. “Sir, we’ve located Isabella . She’s at a club called Pavea,” the guard reported.

“Keep an eye on her,” Ciel instructed, his tone serious. “And call me if anything seems off.”

“Yes, sir. We’re watching her closely. Don’t worry,” the guard assured him before hanging up.

***

Inside Pave, I continued dancing, the lights flashing around me as I lost myself in the rhythm. The crowd cheered as my confidence grew. I twirled and spun, and for a moment, I was just a girl who loved to dance.

“Show them what you’ve got, Lena!” one of the girls shouted from the side. How she got to know my name, I had no idea

I grinned at them and did another twirl on the pole. “Let’s go!” I shouted back, performing moves that were perfect.

I caught sight of the guy who had been watching me earlier. He approached with confidence, leaning against the stage. “You dance really well!” he complimented.

“Thanks!” I said, catching my breath. “I just love to have fun!”

“You definitely have a talent for it,” he replied, his smile warm. “What brings you out here?”

“Just needed a break from everything! Sometimes you just have to get away,” I explained.

“I get that. Wanna dance with me on the floor?” he asked, extending a hand.

“Only if you're good enough to keep up. I've been here and the spotlight is all mine.”

He grinned at me and he held his gaze at my chest. 

“I'm very sure I can. Now, how about I take you to the dance floor and we'll find out.”

Well then, I had nothing to loose.