As The Stars Aligned

Chapter 27

"What the fuck, Damien," Novalie said, her voice a mixture of shock and anger, her eyes locked onto the scene that had unfolded on the dance floor. The club's pulsating music and vibrant lights formed a surreal backdrop to the unexpected turn of events.

Xavier, holding his jaw in pain from Damien's punch, looked bewildered as he tried to regain his composure. The onlookers around them were a mix of astonishment and confusion, their gazes darting between the three central figures in the drama.

As Damien met Novalie's fierce gaze, he could see the fire of her anger, but beneath it, there was hurt and betrayal that mirrored his own. Yet, he remained unable to voice the whirlwind of emotions that had driven him to this impulsive act.

Novalie's anger flared, and she took a step toward Damien. "You have some nerve coming over here like that," she said, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of pain. The music in the club seemed to grow louder as their confrontation unfolded, the crowd around them pausing to watch the drama.

"What? Me? You're over here dancing on this wannabe Casanova all intimately and shit," Damien retorted, his tone laced with bitterness. His anger was a potent mix of jealousy and regret. "And I've got some nerve," Damien added, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but the pain beneath was unmistakable.

"You must've forgotten that you broke up with me, Damien," Novalie responded, her words heavy with a sense of hurt and disappointment. She couldn't hide the anguish in her eyes as she gazed at the man who still had a special place in her heart.

"And it didn't take you long to move on either," Damien said, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I guess our time meant nothing to you."

"Apparently you too," Novalie retorted, her tone sharp and eyes flashing with a mix of anger and sadness. "Seeing that you were all hung up on the woman I saw you with earlier." The unresolved tension hung in the air, thick with emotions neither of them wanted to address.

As the tense silence lingered between Damien and Novalie, Xavier, who had initially been taken aback by the sudden altercation, regained his composure. He moved closer to Novalie's side, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Hey, man, there's no need for violence," Xavier said, his tone firm, his voice filled with disapproval. "We were just dancing," he continued an edge of irritation in his voice.

And before anybody could say anything, he swiftly threw a punch in Damien's direction. His fist connected with Damien's cheek, leaving a surprised gasp rippling through the crowd. "And next time, keep your hands to yourself," he added, straightening back up, his eyes locked onto Damien.

Damien stumbled back a bit, his hand instinctively reaching for his throbbing cheek. He looked at Xavier, a mix of anger and bewilderment in his eyes. The unexpected turn of events had left everyone in the club in shock, and security personnel were now rapidly approaching the scene, determined to restore order.

As the security personnel approached the scene, their stern expressions made it clear that they were there to prevent any further escalation. The club's music, which had been the backdrop to the chaos, was abruptly turned down, and the flashing lights ceased their colorful dance. The sudden silence only accentuated the tension in the air.

Xavier stood his ground, his gaze still fixed on Damien, who was clearly reeling from the punch. It was a standoff, and the entire club watched with bated breath to see what would happen next. Novalie, too, felt the weight of the situation, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions.

Security personnel reached Damien and Xavier, quickly assessing the situation and ensuring they didn't pose any further threat to each other. They exchanged stern warnings, emphasizing the club's policy against violence, and then escorted them away from each other, creating a physical barrier to prevent further confrontation.