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“Your loss then”. Turning my back on him and the rest of them I danced my way onto the dance floor. Dancing through the crowd I found a space and let the music take over. Closing my eyes I ran my hands through my hair my hips working the beat. I didn’t care that I was dancing on my own I felt free, I felt sexy. And I didn’t care who was watching.

I want to dance on my own, I don't need a man to dance with me. After dancing, I walked back to my table and on my way there.. I saw Caleb sitting at one of the empty tables.. alone. His eyes were on me and I smirked looking at him as I pulled my bra strap that was loose earlier. He got up and walked to me but I quickly sat back with my girls so he won't dare to get close to me. I closed my eyes and took another shot. I love the feeling of being drunk, it makes you feel nothing but having fun.

engaging in something else entirely. The man and woman's figures intertwined, and the sight was so shocking that my body, to my horror, had a reaction. Abigail looked at me eagerly, calling out, "Joan, come on. Join us for a group dance..."

He catches me off guard and offers his hand. "Dance with me." I felt nervous but the alcohol in my system encouraged me and I placed my hand in as he slowly ushered me to the center of the bar. The crowd went silent. A song begins to play and somehow it consumes every piece of my soul. (Save me from myself- Oliver Musique) Don't wanna see What's in front of me I feel so far from home Please don't tell me I won't do it alone I'm so scared of the unknown Lost in sea

I heard Cari calling my name and I look back at her. “Can you actually dance?” she asked. I nodded and went to a table to wipe it down. “You stare at that stage like it’s calling out to you. Why don’t you just ask Kalil to let you dance?” “I did, that’s what I wanted to do in the beginning. He told me no.” “That’s only because he wants you for himself,” she said with a shrug as though this is common knowledge and not an epic revelation. “Sure he does.” I went for nonchalance, but wasn’t sure I pulled it off.

I don’t need anyone. Just this moment. Just this fire. Just me. And I dance. Alone. Fierce. Unapologetic.

They didn’t know who I was, they didn’t know that I was Callum ex. If they knew,they wouldn’t be staring lustfully at my body. I loved their gaze on me. With each glass I feel myself slipping away into the music and when “KISS IT BETTER” by Rihanna started playing, I lost it. The girl that I had been hiding in me all this while I let it all loose. I walked courageously to the center of the club and climbed on the table and somehow everyone's attention turned to me. I danced without a care in the world releasing my soul to the music.

We started dancing as the new music starts to play. "You're a song written by the hands of God~ Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd~" We sway smoothly with the beat of the music. I found it funny. Dancing with Kingstone is unexpected things that happened to me. "But you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding Right under your clothes, is where I find them~ Underneath your clothes There's an endless story There's the man I chose There's my territory And all the things I deserve

It’s now I realise Calum never talks about his father. Mum returns with a tray of sliced cake for everyone to pick. Maria connects her phone to our speaker and a familiar playlist starts. Ben helps me to my feet. Someone already cleared the table so the middle of the parlour is empty. We dance for a little bit till Daddy takes over. Mum is next. I dance with everyone present. As usual, Calum is the last person to step forward. “Happy birthday,” he says. “Thanks. Thanks for coming.”

The entire place buzzed with life, and yet, I felt completely disconnected from it. My fingers tightened around the empty glass. “Another one?” the bartender asked. “Yes—” “No,” Ananya and I said at the same time. “That’s enough. You will have no more," Ananya said sternly. “Fine!” I got up, moved unsteadily to the dance floor. I let my hips sway a little, my eyes half-closed—moving to the rhythm of the music. A hand suddenly gripped my waist. “Hey beautiful. You shouldn’t be dancing alone.”