You're standing in line outside one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, surrounded by a crowd of people hoping to get in. The neon lights flash above you, and there's a buzz of excitement in the air. But you're not nervous. Not tonight. Because tonight, you're with Nicholas.
Nick's hand is warm in yours, and he squeezes it, flashing you a grin that makes your heart flutter. He's wearing a black leather jacket over a white tee, looking effortlessly cool as he glances at you, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
"Ready to skip the line?" he asks, his tone playful.
You nod, laughing a little. "Lead the way, superstar."
The bouncer catches sight of him, and his eyes widen slightly. Without missing a beat, he steps aside, motioning the two of you toward the velvet ropes leading to the VIP entrance. No questions, no IDs. The people in line murmur, some of them staring, recognizing Nicholas immediately. But he doesn't pay them any mind. He's focused on you, his hand placed on you back, guiding you past the crowd and into the club like you're the only person who matters.
Inside, the music is loud, the bass reverberating through the floor. The VIP section is roped off, guarded, and it's filled with a mix of celebrities, influencers, and people who look like they belong in magazines. But as soon as Nicholas enters, heads turn. There's an energy around him, an aura that draws people in. But he's not looking at them. His attention is on you.
The two of you make your way to a private booth, plush seating arranged under a chandelier that casts a soft, golden glow. The club staff immediately brings over a tray of drinks and smiles at you, no questions asked. It's surreal, like something out of a movie.
You look over at Nicholas, raising an eyebrow. "Are you used to this? People fawning over you like that?" you say as you swirl the olive on a stick in your martini glass.
He chuckles, shrugging as he slips an arm around your shoulders. "Maybe a little," he admits, but there's a warmth in his smile that tells you he doesn't care about the attention. Not really. "But it's more fun when I'm with you. Makes it all feel a little less... crazy."
You lean into him, feeling the comfort of his presence, his arm secure around you even amidst the glitz and glamour. You can tell he feels relaxed, happy to be with you and away from the endless spotlight. His fingers trace light circles on your shoulder, a small, grounding gesture that makes you feel like it's just the two of you, no matter how crowded the room is.
People glance over every now and then, some even approaching for a quick word with Nicholas. He's kind, gracious, but he never lets go of your hand. You watch him, admiring the way he handles the attention—his charm, his easy smile. It's no wonder people are drawn to him. But what makes your heart swell is the way he looks back at you, his expression softening, his eyes lighting up in a way that makes it clear: out of everyone here, you're the only one he sees.
"Hey, you wanna dance?" you ask him, standing up, taking his hand.
"Of course." he says with a smile, placing his hand in yours as he stands up.
You lead him to the dance floor and you two dance as you see the eyes of others on the both of you.
You look around feeling a little self-conscious. Nicholas notices your expression instantly.
"What's wrong?" he ask, his hand on your hips.
"People are starring." you say in his ear, your hand resting on the back of his neck.
"So? It's just because we are so hot. Especially you in that little black dress." he says, whispering the last sentence in your ear which makes your cheeks flush.
"Don't pay attention to them. Keep your eyes on me." Nick says, taking the side of your face in his hand.
"Okay," you say with a smile. "You're such a good dancer."
"Yeah? Look at you." he says complimenting your moves.
You let out a slight giggle as you move your hands to the back of his neck. Nicks hands make their way from your waist to your butt back up to your hand and turns you around, your back against him.
"Look at this sexy couple." one of the guys in the VIP section shouts.
You and Nick laugh as you continue to dance.
"I'm thirsty." you say turning back around to face Nick.
"Then let's go get a drink." he says taking his hand in yours as he leads you through the club.
He orders a round of shots and brings them back over to the VIP section where other celebrities are sitting.
They all grab one and down it at the same time. You finish it without a wince.
"Atta girl." Nick says.
You blush at his words.
The night goes on, laughter and music filling the air. Nicholas leans close, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, his voice low and intimate. "Having fun?"
You smile, nodding as you meet his gaze. "More than I could've imagined."
He grins, giving your hand a squeeze. "Good. Because you deserve all of this—and more." he says leaning in to kiss you. Your lips brush against one another before his lips are on yours. The kiss is passionate as your hand tangles in his hair. After a minute or two you break away for air, smiling at each other. You continue to enjoy the rest of the night with your superstar boyfriend.
