Deprived Love

Chapter 39

Third person's pov

Bella and Andrew reached the club. A dimly lit, bustling nightclub with a vibrant, energetic atmosphere. The space was large, with high ceilings and a sleek, modern design. The walls were adorned with abstract art, and neon lights pulse in sync with the bass-heavy music playing from a state-of-the-art sound system.

The dance floor was packed with people moving to the beat, their bodies illuminated by swirling, multicoloured spotlights. A DJ booth elevated at the front, where a DJ was spinning records, nodding to the rhythm while manipulating various controls. The crowd cheers as the beat drops, their hands in the air, and the energy in the room intensifies.

To the side, there's a long bar made of polished black marble, with bartenders skillfully mixing cocktails. The shelves behind them were lined with an array of premium liquors, their glass bottles reflecting the light. People were gathered at the bar, chatting, laughing, and enjoying their drinks. Some were perched on high stools, while others leaned casually against the bar.

VIP areas were roped off, with plush leather seating and low tables filled with bottles of champagne and premium spirits. A few groups lounging there, enjoying a more exclusive experience with private service.

Above the dance floor, a massive chandelier made of LED lights changes colours, casting a kaleidoscope of hues across the room. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, cologne, and the faint smell of smoke, mixing with the cool, artificial breeze from the air conditioning. The music, lights, and crowd combined to create an immersive, almost hypnotic experience.

Bella gasped at the sight, it had been a long time for her clubbing…. Last time she sneaked out of her home with her friends to enjoy clubbing but she was afraid if her parents got to know about her absence … this time she is more excited and tension free of course.

Andrew gripped her wrist and took her to the bar and ordered a drink for her which she gladly accepted. The sharp liquid left a burning sensation in her throat.. he asked if she wanted more but she refused because she wanted to enjoy the night.

A red haired girl approached Andrew and started swaying with him, the girl swiftly dragged Andrew with her into the dance floor and soon he disappeared leaving a wink for Bella, she chuckled.

She leaned against the bar counter taking sips slowly when a muscled guy leaned next to her bobbing his head according to the beat. He turned towards Bella, hovering her with a smirk.

Bella bit her lips eying the guy… the guy had black eyes and had some piercings on his lip, eyebrows, and ears.

Seems like a brat...

“Wanna dance with me, beautiful?” The guy whispered.

Bella scrunched her nose as the guy reeked of alcohol and smoke.

“Nope.” Bella shook her head placing the empty glass at the counter… she placed her hands over the guy's buff chest and moved him back.

“Find another chic for you.” Bella winked and walked into the dance floor…. Swaying to the music, flipping her blonde hair.

In between the crowd she caught a sight of a shadowed figure standing at a distance with a mask covering his face. The man was dressed in black making him invisible amidst the dimly lit club.

But Bella smiled and turned away from the figure and smirked. The same guy earlier  she met in the bar reached out to her and she wrapped her arms around him. Something in the guy's expression changed and he took a step back and disappeared. Bella smirked again. She started dancing more energetically and soon she felt a pair of hands wrapped around her waist making her halt. The warm breath fanned over her neck.. the person turned Bella around in a spin and instinctively her hand reached the man's chest.