A Dance with Danger

Chapter Sixty-Five

**Estelle's POV**

I checked myself one last time in the mirror, running a hand down the curve of my leather pants. The black material hugged my legs perfectly, and I loved how it made me feel confident,sexy, and ready for the night.

I paired the pants with a delicate white lacy top with chain straps that draped over my shoulders, offering a balance between elegance and edgy. My boots clicked against the floor as I stepped toward my vanity, finishing off my look with a swipe of red lipstick.

Tiberius had been hesitant when I suggested going out to the club tonight, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. I didn't give him much of a choice. He had mentioned that he'd rather stay in, maybe relax, but I could see the restlessness in his eyes.

He always worked hard, and tonight, I was determined to make sure we had some fun. Besides, I wanted to celebrate him, and what better way than with a night out at one of the most exclusive clubs in Birmingham?

I heard his voice calling from the hallway, a soft protest. "Estelle, we don't have to go if you don't want to."

I smiled, slipping on my heels before walking toward the door. "Too late."

I could see him standing in the doorway, wearing a simple, yet sexy ensemble of dark jeans and a fitted shirt. His hair was perfectly styled, the dark strands falling just right over his forehead. He looked like he could melt every woman's heart with just one look, but I was lucky enough to call him mine.

"Come on, Tiberius. Let's go." I took his hand, tugging him with me. His eyes softened, his lips curling into a half-smile*. "That's what I love about you."

The drive to the club was filled with a comfortable silence, just the hum of the engine and the sound of the city around us. When we arrived, the neon lights and the pulsating beat of the music greeted us immediately. The club was extravagant, the kind of place that people dream about but only the lucky few actually get to experience.

As we walked through the velvet ropes, the doorman immediately recognized us, and with a respectful nod, he led us into the VIP section.

The club was breathtaking with sleek black floors, high ceilings adorned with silver chandeliers, and the walls lined with tall glass windows that offered an incredible view of the city.

The music reverberated through the air, its deep bass vibrating in my chest. The crowd was dressed to impress, dressed in outfits that were a mix of elegance and rebellion.

The VIP section was even more exclusive, tucked away behind a set of glass doors that led to a private area filled with plush seating, low, candlelit tables, and sleek leather couches. The area was sectioned off from the rest of the club, offering us privacy.

The mood was upscale, but with just the right amount of decadence. A large bar stood at one end of the space, and behind it, bartenders poured drinks with quick precision. The lighting was dim, but not too dark, casting an intimate glow over the entire section.

I took in the view for a moment before turning back to Tiberius, who was already making himself comfortable on one of the plush leather seats. He reached for a bottle of vodka, pouring it into two glasses. "Your drink, Malyshka?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

I smiled, taking the glass from him and bringing it to my lips. "Perfect."

The club had already started to fill up, the dance floor crowded with people moving to the beat of the latest track. I felt the music deep in my veins, the rhythm beckoning me to join in. Without missing a beat, I set my drink down and grabbed Tiberius' hand, pulling him toward the dance floor.

He hesitated for only a moment, before his hand tightened around mine. "What are you doing?"

"Come on," I said, giving him a sly grin. "Let's dance."

He groaned but followed me onto the floor, his eyes never leaving mine. As we moved through the crowd, I felt his presence behind me-solid and protective. The beat was infectious, the heavy bass pounding through the speakers, and before I knew it, I was swaying, letting the music take over.

I turned to Tiberius, my body instinctively moving with his. The beat of the song shifted, and soon, the familiar opening of

Worth It by Fifth Harmony blared through the speakers, setting the mood just right. I grinned, recognizing the song immediately. It had always been one of my favorites, and it was the perfect track to get me in the mood to dance.

Tiberius raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "You chose this one?"

I pulled him closer, my body pressed against his as the music surrounded us. "You're going to love it," I teased, my fingers tracing the edge of his shirt.

The crowd around us seemed to disappear as we got lost in our own world, the chemistry between us undeniable. I swayed my hips to the beat, my fingers gripping his shirt tightly as I spun beneath the flashing lights.

"You're dangerous, Estelle." Tiberius said, his voice low and laced with a hint of warning. He pulled me even closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "You keep tempting me."

I turned to him with innocent eyes, feigning surprise. "So what?" I said with a wink, my lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You're a dance with danger, remember?"

He chuckled, his breath warm against my skin as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to my neck. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I smirked, feeling a wave of confidence rush over me as I twirled around in his arms, letting the music consume  me. "Maybe I do."

Tiberius pulled me back toward him, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly as we continued to dance. The world outside of the dance floor seemed to disappear, leaving only the both of us, the heavy bass, and the electric tension that crackled between us.

The song continued to play, and I felt the need to be closer to him, to feel the heat of his body against mine. His hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me even tighter to him.

I could feel his pulse quicken as I moved against him, and I was suddenly aware of every little thing about him-the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hands gripped me possessively.

We danced together, bodies in sync with the rhythm of the music, and it felt as if time was standing still. It was just the two of us in that moment.

Tiberius' lips were now a mere whisper away from mine, and I could feel the heat of his breath. "Estelle," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You're killing me."

I smirked, pressing my lips to his in a fiery kiss. "Then you should probably keep dancing."

He responded immediately, his kiss deepening as his hands slid down my back, pulling me into him even further. There was no denying the intensity of what we shared-the heat, the desire, the undeniable connection.

The song finally came to an end, but neither of us were ready to stop. Instead, we stood there, still holding each other in the middle of the dance floor, as the lights flashed around us.

Tiberius leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear. "You're everything I never knew I needed."

I looked up at him, my fingers grazing his jaw. "And you're mine."

He pulled me into another kiss, a kiss that spoke volumes-of love, of desire, and of everything that we shared. It was as if nothing else mattered in that moment.