Betrayed

Chapter 26

We were at Eyadini, partying hard in the VIP area. The music was pumping, and we were all dancing and having the time of our lives. And, let's be real, we were flat out wasted. I doubt we even knew what the fuck was going on at that point.

Throughout the night, I'd been slipping away to chat with other girls and shit, and I was having a great time. Even now, Vusi and I had left the others in the VIP area, mingling with new people. I wasn't sure why Vusi was here, considering he had a girlfriend, but then again, Asanda didn't seem to give a damn.

I made my way to the bar to grab some drinks while Vusi was busy dancing with some girls. The lights flashed, and the music thumped, creating an electric atmosphere. I was living my best life, and nothing could bring me down.

I ordered the drinks and waited patiently, scrolling through Instagram on my phone to pass the time. But my moment of tranquility was disrupted when some clumsy stranger bumped into me, causing my phone to slip from my hand.

I spun around, ready to confront the culprit, and grabbed the guy's clothing, pulling him back. In a flash, I threw a punch, and he tried to fight back, but I wasn't having it. Despite being drunk, I refused to back down.

The adrenaline rush was intense, and my anger was fueled by the alcohol coursing through my veins. I was determined to teach this guy a lesson, but my vision was blurry, and my movements were uncoordinated.

Just as things were getting intense, I felt a firm grip pulling me away. "Woahhh," Vusi exclaimed, as I turned to face him, his eyes wide with surprise. I shook off his hold, retrieved my phone from the floor, and stormed back to the VIP area, my adrenaline still pumping.

As I walked away, I could feel the eyes of the club-goers on me, their whispers and gasps following me like a shadow. I didn't care; I was too caught up in my own anger and frustration.

Vusi followed close behind, his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down. "Chill, man, it's not worth it," he said, but I brushed him off, still seething with anger.

I slouched in the chair, pouring myself a glass of whiskey, feeling the amber liquid burn down my throat. Just as I was starting to relax, I heard the guard's firm tone: "Sorry, you can't come in here." My gaze shifted upwards, and I spotted a stunning girl trying to gain entry. Her curves were accentuated by a short, revealing dress that left little to the imagination.

"Yo!" I called out to the guard, and he turned around, his expression stern. I nodded towards the girl, and he relented, allowing her to enter. She sashayed over to me, her hips swaying with each step, and sat down beside me. "What's your name?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

She introduced herself as Ontha, her voice husky and confident. As she sat down, her dress rode up, revealing more of her toned legs. I couldn't resist; I placed my hand on her upper thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin. She didn't flinch, and I bit my bottom lip, my mind racing with possibilities.

The music pulsed around us, the beat hypnotic, and the lights flashed, casting an otherworldly glow. I was lost in the moment, my senses heightened, and my focus solely on Ontha. Vusi was nowhere to be seen, but I didn't care; I was too captivated by this mysterious girl.

I wasn't in the mood for small talk, so I went in for the kiss. It was a little sloppy, but she wasn't a terrible kisser, so that helped. As we pulled away, she stood up and took my hand, leading me out of the VIP area. We made our way to the toilets, and she gestured for me to follow her in. I did, and she locked the door behind us.

The tension was palpable, and I could sense the excitement building. I gently pushed her against the wall, our bodies close, and our faces inches apart. The music from the club was muffled, and all I could hear was our heavy breathing.