Fate's Unwritten Path

Chapter Seven

Sasha's POV:

The music pounded through the speakers, the bass vibrating through the floor, through my body, making it impossible to stand still. I let the rhythm take over, my hips swaying in time with the beat. I lost myself in the music, in the flashing lights, in the euphoria of the moment. At some point, a guy came up behind me, his hands finding their way to my hips. Normally, I would have pushed him away, but tonight... tonight I didn't mind. The alcohol had dulled my usual reservations, and I found myself grinding against him, our bodies moving in sync with the music. My friends joined in, the five of us forming a tight circle as we danced, our laughter mixing with the pulsating beat. We raised our glasses in a toast, clinking them together before downing the last of our drinks.

"Cheers to the weekend!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the music, but it didn't matter. My friends echoed the sentiment, and we all danced together, lost in our own little world. It was intoxicating, the freedom, the abandon. I let go of everything-my worries, my fears, the stress of the week—and just lived in the moment, the alcohol and the music carrying me away. 

Lucas's POV:

I sat in the VIP section of the club, my eyes scanning the room from my vantage point. The scene below was one I had grown accustomed to— couples entwined in passionate embraces, the sharp crack of a whip, the low moans of pleasure and pain. It was all part of the show, and tonight, business was booming.

Dressed in black jeans, a black belt, and a black button-up shirt, I leaned back in my seat, a glass of whiskey in hand. The ice clinked softly against the glass as I took a sip, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. A girl straddled my lap, her hands resting on my shoulders as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. She was pretty enough, her body clad in a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination, but my attention was elsewhere. I wasn't here for pleasure this was work. 

The club was my domain, and I had to make sure everything was running smoothly. Still, I let her have her fun, her movements practiced and seductive as she ground against me, her lips brushing against my neck. But my mind was already drifting, the constant pull of responsibility never far from my thoughts.

I watched the scenes unfold below, the kinkier side of human nature on full display. There were ropes, restraints, leather, and latex. It was a world most people didn't understand, but it was a world I knew all too well. Control, power, dominance-they were all part of the game, and in this club, I was the master. 

A few hours later, I found myself upstairs, looking down at the dance floor from the balcony. The alcohol had relaxed me, and the night was winding down. I was considering calling it a night when something caught my eye-a flash of blonde hair, a red dress that clung to every curve. I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes as I tried to get a better look. 

She was dancing, her movements sensual and fluid, her body pressed against some guy who looked like he couldn't believe his luck. It took a moment for the realization to hit, but when it did my grip tightened around the glass in my hand.

Sasha. 

There was no mistaking her. The way she moved, the confidence, and the way the dress hugged her body were all unmistakably her. But what the hell was she doing here, in my club, grinding on some random guy like she didn't have a care in the world? I watched as she and her friends raised their glasses, toasting to something I couldn't hear. 

They were all intoxicated, their laughter carefree as they danced together, oblivious to the world around them. I felt a surge of something I couldn't quite place-anger, maybe, or was it jealousy? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I didn't like seeing her like this, surrounded by people who didn't know her and didn't care about her the way I did. My jaw clenched as I watched her, my mind racing with thoughts I didn't want to entertain. 

Sasha was supposed to be different. She was supposed to be... untouchable. But were she was, lost in their laughter carefree as they danced together, oblivious to the world around them. I felt a surge of something I couldn't quite place-anger, maybe, or was it jealousy? I wasn't sure. 

All I knew was that I didn't like seeing her like this, surrounded by people who didn't know her and didn't care about her the way I did. My jaw clenched as I watched her, my mind racing with thoughts I didn't want to entertain. 

Sasha was supposed to be different. She was supposed to be... untouchable. But here she was, lost in the moment, completely unaware that I was watching her every move. 

And the worst part was, I didn't know what to do about it.