~CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR~
I don’t go up to him.
I let him watch.
Instead, I turn and walk toward the lower VIP section where the well-dressed elite sit with quiet arrogance and expensive liquor. Conversations soften as I approach. They shift, subtly making space for me without being asked.
I take my place near the railing, facing the stage.
The dancers move under flashing lights—hips rolling, bodies bending, hands sliding over skin. The music pulses deep and heavy. I let it take me. My shoulders loosen. My hips sway slightly with the rhythm. I feel alive.
I glance up toward the top floor.
He’s no longer there.
Interesting.
A man seated beside me clears his throat softly, like he wants to speak but doesn’t know if he’s allowed. His eyes flicker toward me, then away. He’s cautious. He
