I was still trying to process what I had just seen when Leah’s message popped up again.

“I saw him kissing a lady… caressing her. I felt like walking up to him and punching him in the face.”

This time, I sent her a voice note.

“How could he do this to me? He’ll regret it…”

My voice trembled, not with tears, but with rage. I didn’t cry cause there were no more tears left. Just regret… regret for trusting him.

“It’s okay, dear. He’ll suffer for the pain he’s caused you. We’ll talk later, okay?” she replied, then went offline.

I didn’t want to think about Dennis anymore. I shut my eyes and let sleep claim me.

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It was Saturday

Leah had introduced me to her favorite club, and tonight, she insisted we go out. We both got dressed.

I wore a deep blue gown that stopped just above my knees. It was light and elegant, but not too revealing. Leah wore a flared gown that hugged her curves and stopped at her upper thighs. We both looked stunning.

When we got to the club, we ordered two alcoholic drinks. The music was loud, the lights dazzling, and the energy thick with heat and motion. For a moment, I thought I saw someone who looked like Dennis... but I brushed it off. My mind was playing tricks on me, I need to forget him.

Then suddenly, three huge guys approached us. One leaned in too close, his eyes roaming greedily.

“Hey girls,” he said, “you both look fresh tonight. I wouldn’t mind having a taste of you…”

His hand moved toward my thigh. Instinctively, I slapped it away.

Though I was tipsy, I knew exactly what I was doing.

“Don’t you dare,” I said sharply, then turned back to my drink.

The other two stood behind him like bodyguards, smirking. Leah, who had been silent, suddenly stood up and slapped one of them across the face.

The leader__clearly the boss, grew angry and yanked me to my feet, gripping my waist tightly. Fear shot through me. I had never been assaulted before… and certainly not like this.

“Please, let me and my friend go,” I said, pointing at Leah, who was now being restrained by the other two men. “We’re not here for trouble.”

But my plea seemed to bounce off dead ears. The club's attention was now fully in us.

“You must not know who I am,” he growled. “I always get what I want. And you can’t stop me.”

His voice was deep, menacing.

“Urban!” a commanding voice rang out from behind. “Let them go.”

Everyone turned.

I knew that voice. I’d heard it before, somewhere… but I couldn’t place it. I strained to see the man clearly through the flashing lights and haze.

“Vicious,” Urban said with a smug smile, loosening his grip on me. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah,” the man said calmly, stepping into the light. “Let them go.”

His face became clear.

His eyes locked onto mine, slowly sweeping down my body.

My heart skipped. Heat surged through me. My thighs clenched involuntarily.

God… what was happening to me?

I stared harder. That face… I’ve seen it before...