CHAPTER 5
1159 Words
RYDER POV
The car slowed to a stop in front of the club.
Even from outside, everywhere was booming.
Chillers Club stood tall like a tower, glass walls glowing under neon lights, luxury cars lined up in perfect rows, everywhere was crowded.
I stepped out of the car, adjusting my jacket slightly, while taking a good look around my environment.
Then I turned and she was already behind me.
Elena.
The dress fit her perfectly, like it had been made for her. It hugged her figure just enough without trying too hard. Her hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders, and the confidence in her posture? Annoying.
Very annoying.
I hate to admit but she looks good.
“You’re staring,” she said, raising a brow.
I scoffed and turned away before she could say anything else. “Let's go.”
Inside was a completely different world.
The music hit first, deep, heavy bass vibrating through the floor, syncing with the pulse of the crowd. Lights flashed in controlled chaos, reds, purples, blues, painting everything in a haze that made reality feel distant.
The air smelled like sin.
Every man has a lady on his lap. Some were rocking, kissing, and even f*****g. The scent of alcohol and shisha filled the space.
At the center, the dance floor was alive.
Bodies moved to the rhythm, lost in the music, carefree and reckless.
Elena leaned closer slightly, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. “This place is insane.”
“Obviously,” I replied.
She rolled her eyes secretly but I saw it.
We made our way to the VIP section. There are a lot of differences.
Quieter. More controlled. More exclusive.
Soft leather couches, glass tables, dim lighting that felt intentional rather than chaotic. Everything here screamed luxury.
People glanced our way as we walked in.
We took a seat, and a waiter appeared almost instantly.
“What would you like, sir?”
“Whiskey,” I said. “Top shelf.”
He nodded before turning to Elena.
“And for you, ma’am?”
She hesitated slightly. “Anything light is fine.”
“Noted.”
The waiter disappeared.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Elena leaned back slightly, her eyes scanning the room again.
“You come here often?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Not really. Just whenever I need to clear my head.”
“Clear your head from what?” She pressed.
I glanced at her briefly. “Don't start.”
She smirked slightly.
I exhaled through my nose, picking up the drink that had just been placed in front of me. “Why do you talk too much?”
“Does the contract say I shouldn't talk too?” She shot back instantly pouring herself a drink.
I paused.
Then took a sip.
“I'm not really in the mood for talks tonight. I just want to chill and go home.”
She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the table. “Well, I'm not the type to keep quiet. I'm not deaf or dumb.”
A burst of laughter came from a nearby table.
A group of guys were celebrating something, loud, careless, drunk on both alcohol and money.
Elena glanced at them, then back at me.
“Won't you join them?”
I glared at her. The kind of look that could kill. “I'm stressed out please. Let's not talk for sometime.”
She tilted her head slightly. “You don't expect to bring me out here to just look at you in the face.”
I didn't respond.
Elena looked around for a moment before turning back to me.
“Are we just going to sit here all night?”
“What do you suggest?” I asked.
She smiled. “Dance.”
I let out a small laugh. “Not happening.”
“Scared?” she teased.
I leaned closer slightly, my gaze locking onto hers. “Scared?” I repeated. “You're the problem. I can't dance with you.”
She studied me for a second before she stood up. “Then watch me.”
Before I could respond, she walked toward the dance floor. I leaned back, watching her disappear into the crowd.
She blended in easily. The lights caught her at different angles, the music guiding her movements. Her body was moving in sync with the music.
Annoying.
A guy stepped a little close to her.
My jaw tightened slightly.
Another guy tried to hold her in her waist but she shifted from him.
Good.
But something about it still irritated me.
I downed the rest of my drink in one go.
I stood up.
Pushing through the crowd, and reached out to her.
She turned, clearly surprised. “You want to dance?”
“I’m not dancing,” I replied.
“Then why are you here?”
I stepped closer. “I'm tired and I need to go home.”
She paused, then pulled me to where we sat.
“Go home for what? We just got here.”
I signaled to the waiter and paid for the drinks. I then turned to her. “Carry your bag, let's go.”
For a moment, she just sat there without saying anything.
“I'm not leaving now. You told me till dawn.”
I looked at her sharply. “Why are you so stubborn? Must you argue every single time?”
She laughed. “Yes! I must argue every single time. I was on my own when you asked me to follow you to a club and even threatened to come to my house when I refused. And now, I'm enjoying myself, you want to ruin it.”
I simply stood up and pulled her with me to the car before opening the door and tucking her inside while I entered too.
She hissed. “You’re such a killjoy.”
I gave her a knowing look. “I asked you to follow me to the club and not dance like a stripper.”
She chuckled dryly. “What does my dancing have to do with this? You're jealous. Admit it.”
I raised a brow. “Jealous?” I repeated. “Of who? You? You wish. How many times do I need to tell you before you understand that you are not my spec.”
“I am not your spec,” she continued. “Of course I can't be. I am above the level of women you mingle with. My standards are high like mad. And I have a perfect vision of my type of man and you clearly don't fit in.”
“Okay…” I simply said, not knowing what else to say. “Tomorrow don't leave for school alone. I'm coming to pick you up.”
She hissed without saying anything.
She's stubborn and frustrating and I really can't wait for this thing to be over.
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