CHAPTER 3
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LUCAS POV
“Wow… so she’s a dancer!” piping usal ko nang mapakinggan ang kanilang usapan.
Biglang nagdilim ang paligid habang nagsalita ang MC, but thanks to the night vision feature of the CCTV, everything inside the club remained visible. I followed the pair with my eyes as they made their way toward the dance floor.
A soft, sensual melody filled the air.
Tango.
I was instantly mesmerized.
Her movements were smooth… fluid… dangerously captivating.
I couldn’t help but feel a strange twinge of jealousy as her partner held her, touched her—kahit alam kong bakla ang kapareha niya.
“Wait...” I frowned. “Why would I be jealous? Do I like her?” I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought. Impossible. I don't even know her.
But still... my eyes refused to leave her.
I watched as her slender legs glided effortlessly across the floor - lifting, extending, then intertwining seamlessly with her partner's movements. The way she lowered herself with a graceful twist of her waist... it was hypnotic. Then her partner dipped her.
Her body arched backward, exposing just enough to leave the audience breathless. And I clenched my jaw.
After a few minutes, the music ended. Instead of leaving, they stepped aside—preparing for the next performance.
Moments later, another track began.
This time, faster.
More playful.
I found myself watching the way she laughed while dancing—completely immersed, completely alive. She wasn’t just performing…
She was enjoying every second of it.
Then came a retro cha-cha. Some of the audience started dancing along from their seats, though none dared step onto the dance floor.
And then… The next dance.
Bachata.
Slower.
More intimate.
More dangerous.
I felt the heat rise in my chest as I watched her move—her body swaying, bending, flowing with the rhythm. The way her hips followed the music… the way she moved closer to her partner…
It was sensual. Too sensual.
“I wish I were her partner,” I thought.
“f**k… I don’t even dance. How could I be her partner?” I muttered, annoyed at myself.
The performance ended with loud cheers and applause. I watched as they bowed gracefully before the audience.
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“I wish I am her partner”, I uttered from my mind. “f**k! I don’t even dance, how can I be her partner!”, mura ko sa aking sarili.
Malakas na hiyawan at palakpakan nang matapos magsayaw ang magkapareha. Nakita ko pa silang nag bow sa harap ng mga audience.
And yet…
My gaze remained fixed on her.
THIRD PERSON POV
The private room door opened.
A group of men entered—led by a man in a striking red suit, followed by eight others dressed in black. It was obvious who the leader was. The club staff immediately guided them to their reserved private cabin, where Fahad Ibrahim greeted them.
“Mr. Igor, welcome to UAE,” Ibrahim said, extending his hand.
Igor accepted it, and they proceeded inside
The room was spacious, but it quickly felt cramped as Igor’s bodyguards filled the area. Some remained inside, while others stationed themselves outside. Ibrahim’s own security did the same.
“How’s the business going, Ibrahim?” Igor asked coldly
“Everything is fine, Igor, but we need to lie low for a while. The International Bureau is watching us closely. Good thing we have someone inside who warned us.” Paliwanag ni Ibrahim
“I don’t like the report you submitted to the Organization Ibrahim. Your sales dropped almost 40%. How would you plan to recover if the police are watching you?” Igor harshly told him. Ibrahim visibly tensed.
“No worries, Igor. We have initiated Plan B, and it's running smoothly. We started last month and received a lot of positive feedback from the local dealers. Let me introduce behind this; they are Mustapha Suleiman and Hamad Suleiman. They are the main suppliers in the UAE and the creators of the new party drugs that have been circulating in the clubs and bars. Pagpapakilala nito sa magkapatid na sina Mustapha at Hamad.
The two men stepped forward and began explaining their new product, even presenting samples.
“And we'll need more funding to expand production, Mr. Igor”, paliwanag ni Mustapha kay Igor.
“Well, funding is not a problem" Igor replied calmly. "Just make sure profits meet my expectations".
“No worries, Mr Igor. I am one hundred percent sure. These drugs are already in high demand. We're even distributing in schools and universities", Hamad assured him.
Igor smirked.
“And export?” tanong ni Igor sa kanila.
“Well, we have secured connections in Immigration and Customs, though it comes at a higher price", Hamad answered.
“We’re ready to expand to China, Russia, and beyond. We’re also planning to build a large manufacturing warehouse here.” Mustapha added.
“Good,” Igor said, pulling out a black book from his attaché case and writting something down. “Tell me how much you need. I’ll transfer the funds tomorrow.”
Their meeting continued—branching into other illegal dealings: firearms, underground casinos, even planned terror attacks meant to divert authorities.
Then—
The curtains suddenly opened.
A massive glass window revealed the dance floor below.
The show had begun.
All lights dimmed—except for the spotlight on the dancers.
Igor leaned back in his chair, sipping whiskey.
But his eyes… were locked onto the woman on stage.
Desire flickered dangerously within them.
He motioned to Felix, his assistant, and whispered something. Felix nodded and quietly exited the room.
None of them noticed— They were being recorded.
Every word. Every transaction. Every plan.
And while they were distracted by the performance…
Someone had already slipped inside—disguised as a waiter— and taken the attaché case containing the black book.
ALYSSA POV
“Thank God… natapos din!” I sighed in relief as our performance ended.
Lumapit si Ismat, hinawakan ang kamay ko, at niyakap ako bago kami naglakad pabalik sa gitna ng dance floor. Malakas na hiyawan at palakpakan ang sumalubong sa amin.
We both smiled and bowed.
Before leaving, niyakap niya ulit ako.
“Thank you, Besshy! Ang galing mo—na-perfect natin!” he said excitedly.
“Thank you din!” I replied, smiling.
After that, we headed back to the auditorium to change.
Paglabas ko, bumalik ako sa table namin kung saan naghihintay sina Ate MJ at Chef.
Agad nila akong niyakap at binati.
“Grabe, Alyssa. That was amazing. I didn’t know you were that good,” Chef said.
“Thank you, Chef,” I smiled.
“You’re really a great performer. I might invite you to perform at one of my company events,” Aivan added.
Napangiti ako.
They’ve never seen me perform like that before.
But tonight… I felt alive. Parang bumalik ako sa kabataan ko—those days when I used to dance in school competitions.
“Thank you, everyone. I really enjoyed tonight,” I said, laughing.
People kept approaching me—asking for my number, introducing themselves, complimenting my performance.
But I politely refused. Name lang ang binibigay ko. Nothing more.
“Ate Yssa, instant celebrity ka na!” Jean teased.
“Celebrity ka dyan,” I laughed.
“Hindi lang dito—nag-live si Ate MJ! Ang dami nang views at shares!”
“What?!” I turned to Ate MJ.
“Oo, and I already uploaded it on YouTube!” she laughed.
“Grabe ka talaga, Ate!” I protested playfully.
Later, Ismat called me aside and handed me an envelope.
“Your share.”
“Ang laki nito!” I gasped.
“Malaki kasi ang talent fee—and may malaking tip from a VIP guest.”
I froze slightly.
“And… the VIP wants to meet you.”
“No,” I said immediately. “Ayoko.”
“Don’t worry. I told them it’s your decision.”
“Thank you.”
Something about that made me uneasy.
I couldn’t explain it… But I didn’t like the feeling.
Parang may mali.
And I knew meeting that VIP might only bring trouble.
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