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🪩 The After Party – New York 🪩

The club wasn't just any club — it was one of those places you only got into if your name was on the list. No paparazzi swarming at the door, no flashing cameras. Security at the entrance made sure of it. Inside, the lights were low, the walls pulsed with deep bass, and the DJ booth was lit in electric blue.

And right behind the DJ? Milaine.
It was her night. Her win. Her crown. And everyone in the room knew it.

She wore a short black sparkly dress that caught every single glimmer of light, her new sharp bob bouncing as she danced, champagne glass in hand. Her hair swinging as she laughed, hips moving effortlessly to the beat. Ines had both hands in the air, cigarette still tucked between her fingers, shouting over the music:

«This is your night, bébé! Party like a fucking animal!»

Milaine threw her head back laughing, nearly spilling her drink. Ines spun her, their glittering dresses catching the lights, two silhouettes of freedom in the middle of the crowded floor.

For a moment, Milaine let go of everything — the noise outside, the pressure, even the whispers in her head — until a familiar voice broke through.

Mick appeared between them, grinning with a rare mischief.

«Sorry, Milly, but I'm stealing this one.»

Before she could protest, he gently tugged Ines by the wrist, earning a playful «Hey!» from her, and then nudged Milaine lightly toward the other side.

«Go on — get your man.»

Milaine rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the smile tugging at her lips. And just like that, she stumbled into Lando's chest. He caught her immediately, his hands steady at her waist, their laughter colliding in the small space between them.

The music roared, bodies pressed together, but it felt like they were in their own bubble. He leaned close, his breath brushing her ear:

«Finally. I thought I'd lost you to Ines forever.»

She laughed, shaking her head, eyes bright under the strobes. «You don't stand a chance against her, Norris.»

«Guess I'll just have to hold on tighter» he murmured, his hands sliding lower, pulling her closer.

Milaine leaned into him slightly, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. «Oh yeah? Brace yourself, then.»

Lando's grin widened, and without breaking the rhythm of the music, he pressed soft, lingering kisses along her cheekbone, just under her eye, tracing the curve gently. His hands stayed warm at her waist, fingers brushing lightly over the small of her back.

«You're... a goddess tonight. Seriously. I mean, look at you... sparkling, unstoppable...» he murmured.

She laughed softly, tilting her head so he could reach her neck now, and the sound of her laughter made him grin wider. «Stop complimenting me..»

«Not gonna stop. Not when you look like this» he said, leaning closer again, soft kisses brushing her jawline, each one teasing, gentle, intimate.

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the way his hands pulled her slightly closer each time she moved, guiding her without words.

«You're lucky this is a club and not... somewhere else...» she murmured, voice low, half a tease, half a warning.

«Lucky me? Definitely. But maybe... I don't know... I like the challenge of keeping up with you.»