You sit at the bar looking around for the familiar face. You had a new mission in a club and were supposed to spot an important person and get answers out of them. Your husband doesn't know you are out. Well, You don't like calling him your husband. You were forced to marry him by your parents, a powerful family like yours and his would be "perfect for the money". You hate his guts, he's so cocky and flirty and just- ugh. When you have been sitting at the bar for half an hour trying to see the face, you sigh and walk to the dance floor. Maybe he's there you think. As you walk to the dance floor, moving your body while staying alert you lose yourself when a new song comes up. Your favorite song ever, you always used to dance to this when you were in your teens. In your mind, it was your song. You move your body to the music, everything around you blurs and it's just you and the song. You forget about the mission, about your fake husband, about your parents- everything.
You have never felt more alive. You get erupted by some hands on your waist from behind. You freeze feeling a body press into you from behind. "Wanna work those moves on me?", you here an unpleasant voice whisper in your ear.
You put your nails in their hands and when they hiss from the pain and remove it you quickly turn around. You don't want to start a scene, but owh man you want to break his neck. But you can't. It's the man you were looking for. He looks at you with angry eyes. "You bitch" he hisses before trying to grab you again. Before he can put his hands on you again you see someone appear from behind him and break a bottle on his head. Yes, a bottle. He falls on the ground, blood dripping from his head. You look up with terrified eyes at the person who almost killed a man. The whole club is looking at him. Of course, it's your 'husband'. "What the fck! I had it under control and what the hell are you doing here?!", you scream at him ignoring the people around you. You see the bodyguards running up to him, putting his arms behind his back. But his eyes are on you, the whole time. "Next time" he behinds the guards already pushing him out. "when you go to a club, tell me so I can join you. Maybe I can teach you some moves or two" he winks at you before being completely out the club, but not
without adding, "Or maybe you me".
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Romance•Everything I post is written by me so It is not allowed to use my work in any way or form! If you aren't sure about something, always ask me! This story will be full with imagines/one-shots (all written by me). Fantasy and contemporary and obvious...
