Marcus's POV
When we arrived at the club, the neon lights of the club cut through the hazy atmosphere as heavy bass vibrated beneath my shoes. It was packed, loud, and chaotic..exactly like the night I first met Sarah four months ago.
We made our way directly to the main VIP counter.
"Get us a bottle of Absinthe," I told the bartender, my voice flat and commanding over the booming music. "And two glasses."
Sarah’s eyes sparkled as she looked around the room, already swaying her hips to the heavy rhythm. "Ooh, strong choice! I like it!"
"Excuse me for a second, babe," I whispered against her ear. "I need to hit the restroom."
"Go ahead, pumpkin!" she giggled, leaning against the polished counter, completely unbothered as she took her first sip.
I turned on my heel, walking past the r
