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Mariah Johnson | 27
The night was electric, filled with the pulsing energy of the club. The neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors around us as we swayed to the rhythm of the music, lost in each other's presence.
The world outside ceased to exist as it became just the two of us—me and Aubrey—immersed in the moment.
Amir was spending the night at Aubrey's mother's house and Daedae just had the house to himself, giving us this rare moment of freedom. We hadn't come to the club he owned, preferring instead to escape into a different scene, away from the usual crowd.
Aubrey leaned casually against the wall, his confident stance inviting me closer. I found myself nestled against him, feeling the strength of his arms wrapped around me. The scent of his cologne, Tom Ford, was intoxicating-rich, smooth, and just a little dangerous. It sent shivers down my spine, a sensation that only deepened as he held me tighter.
"Slow Jamz" by Kanye West blared through the speakers, the smooth beat perfectly matching the mood of the night. I found myself softly singing along, the lyrics flowing effortlessly as I felt the warmth of Aubrey's body against mine. He watched me, his eyes shining with admiration as he hyped me up, encouraging every note. There was a lightness between us, a playful energy that bubbled up as he started to move us in time with the music.
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound mingling with the music, creating our own little world within the bustling club. Aubrey's gaze never left mine, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he murmured the lyrics into my ear, "Ima bring the cool whip, then I want you to strip."
His words, spoken so low and intimately, sent a surge of heat through me. The intensity in his eyes made my heart race, and I knew he wasn't just quoting the song. He was teasing me, his tone full of playful promise that made my breath catch in my throat.
The rest of the world melted away as we danced together, completely in sync. Each movement, each glance, was a silent conversation between us, filled with the kind of understanding that only two people deeply connected could share. The night stretched on, but time seemed to stand still, with the music playing, the lights flickering, and the feeling of being wrapped up in Aubrey's arms. It was a night meant just for us, a perfect moment suspended in time.
The energy of the club shifted in an instant, the carefree mood evaporating as soon as one of his security guards walked over and whispered something into Aubrey's ear. I watched his face closely, searching for any clue as to what had been said. Whatever it was, it took him from smiling and relaxed to furious in seconds. His jaw tightened, and a darkness clouded his eyes. My stomach knotted with unease as the guard stepped back, leaving Aubrey standing there, tense and distracted.
I reached for his arm, my voice laced with concern. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
He didn't answer immediately, instead clearing his throat as if trying to force down whatever had upset him. "I'm good," he said, but there was a harsh edge to his voice that told me otherwise. He still wasn't looking at me, his gaze fixed somewhere across the room. "Hush is going to take you to the car though, I have to handle something."
