Take Me Back to the Light

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Harry

The low lights cast long, seductive shadows throughout the club, but I can see her. Her hips sway to the rhythm of the music, each movement fluid and enticing, while her dress shimmers under the kaleidoscope of colors. My woman for the night.

It's too dark to tell exactly who she is, but there's an air about her that draws me in. She looks like a fucking goddess, and I'm ready to find out more about her. My heart beats a little faster as I study her from my vantage point on the couch, the energy of Velvet Heaven buzzing around me. People dance, rich wannabe gangsters are busy sucking air from the lips of prostitutes, and the night is still young.

I came here for business, sure, but what's the harm in chilling for a minute?

"Louis?" I call out, turning to one of my closest friends, who's currently distracted, a girl straddling his lap. He holds up a finger, signaling me to shut the hell up.

"Fucking listen to me," I insist, my tone sharp enough to cut through the haze of music and laughter. Louis groans exaggeratedly and pulls away from the girl, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

"What, man?" he asks, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Come here." I gesture him closer, my focus still locked on the girl in the shimmering black dress.

Louis shoves the girl off him with a dramatic flair, a grin creeping onto his face as he approaches me. "Do you see that girl? The one in the green dress?" I ask, pointing her out on the dance floor.

"Yeah. She's sexy," he shrugs, his casual demeanor almost infuriating.

"Right. Go and dance with her," I say, urgency creeping into my voice. I need him to help me.

"Why? You can't find a girl without me?" he retorts, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up and go," I snap back, my patience wearing thin.

With a reluctant sigh, he zips up his pants and reluctantly approaches the girl in green. I watch closely as he makes his move, observing their interaction with keen interest. I see the girl I want laughing while her friend is leaning in to say something to Louis, probably explaining that it's a girls' night.

Then, to my delight, the girl I've been watching waves off her friend with a giggle, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she pushes her toward Louis, encouraging the dance. I can't help but admire her—there's something so effortlessly magnetic about her, a combination of confidence and allure that makes my pulse quicken.

I lean forward, watching her intently. She goes to the bar while her friend dances and laughs with Louis. With a sudden burst of determination, I stand up, brushing past the distractions of the club and the lingering whispers of my friends' conversation. As I step from the couch, I feel the energy shift around me, a palpable tension weaving through the air, pulling me closer to her.

My focus narrows, the music thrumming in my ears as I approach the bar. "Whiskey," I order at the bartender, my eyes still on the goddess sitting just a few feet away. I watch as other men look at her, their gazes predatory, but I can't blame them. I'm doing the same. There's something undeniably special about her—something I can't quite put my finger on. I want her to see me, to acknowledge me, and I'll be damned if I let anyone else have her.

She shifts on the bar stool, and as I take my drink, I can't resist the urge to close the distance. I slide onto the seat next to her, my heart racing with excitement. "You look like you could use a partner," I say, turning my body toward her while taking a sip of my whiskey.

"Yeah? What gave you that thought?" she responds, her voice like a balm, soothing and inviting. She turns her head to me, and even in the low light, I can see the warmth in her beautiful brown eyes peeking out from behind her mask.