Falling for the Goddess

A Night Unlike Any Other

North Capital City

Skylight Bar

Dim lights flickered in the haze of smoke and alcohol, while the air reeked of indulgence. On the dance floor, men and women twisted their bodies to the pounding music, giving in to wild abandon.

On the second floor, in one of the VIP booths, a group of wealthy young heirs was playing a dice game. The stakes were simple: lose, and you either take a shot yourself or pass it to the woman on your lap, who'd graciously take it with a sweet smile.

In the corner of the booth, Kyle Thorne stole a glance at the man next to him. Seeing no trace of displeasure on his face and noticing that his attention wasn't on the group of raucous friends, Fu quietly exhaled in relief.

"Brother, want to join us?" Kyle Thorne asked tentatively.

Adrian Blake swirled the liquor in his glass, his long, elegant fingers resting lightly on the translucent crystal cup, looking almost like a finely crafted work of art.

He lifted his head slightly, revealing a face that could take anyone's breath away. His brows were sharp, his nose high and straight, and his lips thin and cool. His eyes, dark as night, were cold and distant, carrying an aura of noble detachment—like snow on a mountain peak or the moon in the clouds.

Under Adrian Blake's cold gaze, Kyle Thorne involuntarily hugged himself tighter. He should've kept his mouth shut!

Tonight was a celebration thrown by Kyle Thorne for his own homecoming. After all, after years of studying abroad, he was finally back, and this night of partying with his friends was his way of marking the occasion.

But, as Kyle Thorne glanced at his friends on the other side of the table, flirting and laughing with the women around them, and then looked at Adrian Blake sitting alone, untouched by the chaos, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Blake, come join us!" A half-drunk voice from the crowd called out to Adrian Blake.

Adrian Blake lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone indifferent. "No, you all have fun."

The man, though, wasn't ready to give up. "Come on, Mr. Blake! They say you're an untouchable, a pure flower on the mountain, avoiding women like the plague. But that's only because you haven't experienced the thrill yet! Once you do, you'll love it. Or... is it that none of these women are up to your standards?"

Before he could say anything more outrageous, one of his companions quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and offered an apology to Adrian Blake. "Sorry, Mr. Blake, he's... had a bit too much to drink."

"Ugh... what's he putting on airs for..." The drunken man's words trailed off as he was dragged away.

Adrian Blake's eyes grew cold as he shifted his gaze. If it weren't for Kyle Thorne's insistence on celebrating his return, Blake wouldn't have come here in the first place.

Sensing the tension, Kyle Thorne quickly changed the topic. "Hey, bro, look at the stage! There's a gorgeous woman dancing, haha. Check her out!"

In the center of the dance floor, a woman in a tight, silver bodycon dress was spinning around a pole, her movements seductive and fluid like a snake. Every sway of her hips dripped with allure.

But Adrian Blake didn't spare the stage even a glance. His eyes casually swept across the room, but suddenly, his gaze froze.

"Brother?" Kyle Thorne noticed Adrian Blake's lack of response and followed his line of sight. In the corner of the first floor sat a striking woman.

She wore a fiery red, strappy gown that hugged her curves, her chestnut-colored waves cascading down her shoulders. Her fair skin and stunning features radiated a mature, seductive charm. She was pouring herself drink after drink, chatting animatedly with the woman in black seated across from her.

Kyle Thorne leaned in, trying to get a better look at her face. Wait, could it be? His brother's type is... a sultry, sexy goddess?

If Grandma knew about this, maybe he could squeeze some extra pocket money out of her for the juicy intel...

While Kyle Thorne was plotting how to get more information out of Adrian Blake, the latter had already looked away, his mind replaying the scene he'd just witnessed.

So different from her usual obedient, quiet self.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Adrian Blake's lips.

While the other young men continued drinking and playing around, Adrian Blake sat alone on the sofa, idly swirling his glass in hand.

Meanwhile, Kyle Thorne leaned over the railing, his eyes glued to the two women downstairs. He muttered to himself, "Both of them are gorgeous. I definitely can't compete with my brother, but the other one... not bad either."

Suddenly, Kyle Thorne gasped.

Adrian Blake shot him a cold look, and Kyle Thorne pointed downstairs, stammering, "No... the beautiful woman... she's in trouble!"

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At one of the booths on the first floor, Sara Hart was helping Ella Duvall to her feet when a group of men blocked their path.

"Leaving so soon, ladies? How about another drink?" one of them said.

Sara Hart tried to sidestep them, but two blonde guys stretched out their arms, blocking her.

The leader, a young man decked out in designer clothes—probably another rich playboy—looked at Ella Duvall and Sara Hart with a mixture of lust and admiration. He pretended to scold his friends. "Don't be so rude! What if you scare the ladies?"

Then, with a falsely sweet smile, he turned to the two women. "No need to be afraid. We just want to buy you two a drink."

He had been watching them for a while now. Ella Duvall was breathtaking, the kind of natural beauty you didn't see every day. And to his surprise, the other girl was also stunning in her own way—one fiery and seductive, the other innocent yet tantalizing. Both equally tempting.

Ella Duvall, already tipsy and irritated, frowned as the man blocked her way. She swatted his hand aside. "Move!"

A loud slap echoed in the room, and the young man's face darkened instantly. "You really want to play hardball, don't you?"

Ella Duvall, her temper flaring, snapped, "Get lost!"

The man's face twisted in anger. He signaled to his friends. "You're going to drink with me tonight whether you like it or not. And you better apologize while you're at it!"

The surrounding onlookers hesitated, but no one dared step in to help. One woman considered it, but her friend quickly pulled her back. "Don't. That guy's loaded. We don't want any trouble."

Sara Hart stood protectively in front of Ella Duvall as the men closed in on them, backing them into a corner. Her eyes darted around, scanning for an escape route.

Quietly, Sara Hart reached behind her, grabbing an empty bottle from the table.

"Grab them!" the young man barked.

Before anyone could make a move, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.