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Music pulses through my veins, a steady beat that matches the rhythm of my heart.
Bridget and I both get drinks and make our way to the dance floor, getting lost in the bliss of the evening.
I lift my drink to my lips, savoring the sweetness of the fruity concoction as Bridget and I sway to the music.
I don’t know how long we’re out here on the floor, but after a while, there isn’t a drop of liquor in my drink.
Bridget shouts over the music, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s get another round!”
I yell back, but just then, my phone buzzes in my purse. “Sure thing!”
I dig it out, squinting at the screen.
It’s a text from Spark:
Where’d you run off to?
Without hesitation, I share my location with him and slip my phone back into my purse, letting the music reclaim me.
The dance floor is crowded, bodies moving in sync, lost in the euphoria of the night.
I close my eyes, letting the bass thrum through me, feeling alive and free.
“Hey! Earth to Zoe, drinks, remember? Plus, those guys at the bar seem interested,” Bridget says with a mischievous grin, pointing to a pair of men who have been eyeing us.
I walk up to the bar with her and we proceed to order our drinks, the guys’ eyes glued to us.
“They sure know how to stare,” Bridget says with a laugh, leaning against the counter. “Let’s give them a show.”
We grab our drinks and sway a little, the music acting as our puppet master, making us dance like there’s no tomorrow.
The men watch as we move, their gazes appreciative.
One of them is blonde and has a boyish charm about him.
The other has a rugged look, with stubble on his face and messy, dark hair.
Bridget winks at me before stepping toward them, engaging them in a conversation that I have no interest in.
So, I turn away from their ogling eyes to move to the rhythm of the song blaring from the speakers.
I stay on the dance floor, my body swaying with the music, lost in the moment.
Suddenly, I feel a warm presence behind me—a body pressed against mine, firm and insistent.
My heart skips a beat, and then I feel something else—a hard cock pressing into me.
Rage flares within me, and I whirl around, hand raised to slap the asshole who dared to violate my space.
But I freeze mid-motion when I see Spark’s familiar face, his dark chocolate eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Spark!” I gasp, lowering my hand. “I was about to slap you so hard.”
He chuckles, low and husky, leaning in close enough for me to feel his breath against my ear. “I like it when you’re spicy,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue. “I like that for you, Spicy.”
“Spicy?” I repeat, arching an eyebrow, confusion mingling with the remnants of my anger.
“Yeah,” he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “It’s your new pet name. Fits you.”
