Her Ex-husband

Chapter 18

The music blasted throughout the club, thick vibrations could be felt underneath the feet of the clubbers. Flashing lights provided little illumination, casting the crowd in shifting shadows. Joy looked around her, her eyes spotted Angelo, enjoying himself a drink along with some woman wearing a short, sparkly, yellow dress that barely left room to wonder. She shifted closer to Zadia, who was already scanning the dance floor with a keen eye. 

Her body bobbing along to the rhythm of the beat. Joy noticed how Zadia was easily able to blend into the crowd around them. Zadia appeared relaxed and carefree while maintaining a sharp focus on their surroundings. The floor was packed, bodies moving in sync with the pounding music, creating a sense of carelessness. 

Joy followed Zadia's lead, swaying to the music as she scanned the faces around them, looking for any sign of suspicion. Zadia's movements were smooth and dedicated. Zadia's eyes met Aiden's. His hard eyes seemed to soften as he watched her. Watching every detail of her body. Even through the chaos, there was a moment of unspoken words. A soft smile appeared on her face before she broke the gaze. 

She missed the faint smirk that played on Aiden's lips. The music throbbed on, the club around them more alive with energy. Zadia turned to face Joy, a smirk on her lips. Her eyes shifted from her to a man behind Joy, his eyes filled with lust as he looked Joy up and down. His slippery tongue licking his dry lips. 

Zadia leans forward towards her ear. "Hottie checking you out. Maybe our guy," she murmurs. Joy followed Zadia's gaze discreetly, catching the man's eye briefly before turning back to Zadia. "We'll see," Joy muttered under her breath, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I guess we will since he's already on his way," Zadia smirks. Joy followed Zadia's gaze discreetly, catching the man's eye briefly before turning back to Zadia. "Great," she whispered, sarcasm lacing her words. As the man approached, Zadia gave Joy a reassuring nod before blending back into the crowd, keeping Joy within view. Joy, now, turned to face the man, dancing seductively.

 The man, noticing Joy's gaze, sauntered over with a confident swagger. His eyes unapologetically scavenged her body, mixed with lust and need. Joy felt her skin crawl but she maintained her composure, forcing a smile. "Hey beautiful," he said, his voice slick and overly familiar. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. What's your name?" "Joy," she replied, keeping her tone light. 

"And you are?"

 "Lucas," he replies. His dark eyes roamed her form yet again, leaving her eyes. He bit his lip as he rubbed his hands together. Joy forced a smile, trying to figure Lucas out. "Enjoying the night?" "Better now that I'm talking to you," he said, leaning in slightly. "Mind if I dance with you." Joy's smile remained, masking her discomfort. "Sure, why not?" she replied, approaching him. Lucas took her hand and spun her around, her back landing onto his chest. Joy felt his breath hot against her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands roamed just a bit too much, and she could sense his eager closeness.

 Despite her discomfort, she forced herself to maintain a practiced smile. She glanced toward the VIP area, where Vito sat, his eyes locked on her with an icy intensity. His gaze was unmistakably cold and penetrating, clearly disapproving of her interaction with Lucas. 

Joy's heart skipped a beat as she met his stare. Her movements are smooth and deliberate, each sway of her hips a calculated gesture. Joy leaned into Lucas, pressing her back firmly against his chest. She tilted her head slightly, letting her hair brush against his face as she drew closer. Her body moved sensually against his, and she could feel his hands wandering just a bit too eagerly. She allowed herself to appear completely absorbed in the dance, her movements fluid and inviting. 

Her eyes never left Vito's, her smirk never faltered. 

She didn't understand why but, knowing that Vito was watching her with someone else and grinding against them was exhilarating. Each sway of her hips, each deliberate press against Lucas, was a thrill that spurred her on. As Lucas's hands roamed her waist and his breath grew warmer on her neck, Joy leaned into the closeness, exaggerating her enjoyment. Her laughter was light and flirtatious, purposefully loud enough for Vito to hear. She felt a rush of satisfaction seeing the hardness in Vito's gaze, his expression a mix of anger and something else she couldn't quite place.