The Love From Vengeance

Chapter 153

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LUKE’S POV

Since I had gotten a phone call from this crazy woman, I went to meet her. Tiffany had told me that the both of us should meet at this nightclub. And of course, I knew what she wanted to talk about. It was about her pregnancy; that’s even if she was pregnant.

I couldn’t actually tell, though, but I had a feeling that she was just making up all of this, probably to get to me or something. Well, I couldn’t start jumping to conclusions or heeding these thoughts. She might be correct, and I might be the knucklehead around here.

The moment I approached the nightclub, the thumping bass could be felt reverberating through the walls, setting the tone for the evening ahead. The neon lights flickered and danced, casting an otherworldly glow on the streets outside. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the dimly lit space.

The club was a sensory overload; the air was thick with a heady mix of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. Strobe lights flashed erratically, cutting through the haze and illuminating the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. I hesitated for al moment, taking in the scene before me.

The music pulsed through me, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with my heartbeat. I made my way through the crowd, feeling the energy of the place enveloping me. The bass thudded in my chest, urging me to let go and to lose myself in the music and the moment.

As I moved further into the club, the crowd seemed to part around me, a sea of faces and bodies shifting and swirling in a mesmerizing dance. I found myself drawn towards the bar, the promise of a drink and a momentary respite calling to

  1. me.

Squeezing my way through the throng of people, I finally reached the bar and caught the bartender’s eye. Ordering a drink, I leaned against the counter, taking a moment to survey the scéne around me.

There were people of all kinds in the club–some laughing and chatting, others lost in their own world, their bodies moving to the music in a primal, instinctual way. The air was thick with anticipation, with the promise of something wild and unpredictable hanging in the air.

I sipped my drink, and there was this feeling that went right through me. The music seemed to grow louder and more insistent, urging me to join the dance.

let go of my inhibitions, and to surrender to the night.

come here, so I was going to keep my cool, wait till she arrived, get the conversation done, and get the fuck out of here. The music was

her face and a mini dress that flawlessly displayed her curves. I couldn’t stop staring at her, but I had to try my best to turn my face away. I didn’t want to be that kind of man who just fucked any lady he crossed paths with.

This woman asked, and I

looked at her. “I’m sorry,

I be talking

there are tons of

close

a sigh after that and took a

dance?” She

“No,” I replied.

being serious?”

be the one asking you that,” I retorted.

do you mean?”

up to me and want me to start getting all intimate

face. “Not what I said, but is

wrong with me refusing your dance

“You have a nice face, but you’re just… She stormed off. Aww, she wanted me so bad. So sad I couldn’t hit the

ARIEL’S POV

as I pushed my way through the crowded streets, calling out Luke’s name over and

stomach into knots. Where could he be in this labyrinth of noise and movement?

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