The Spark
1238 Words
Sabrina sighed as she stood at the edge of the dance floor, swirling the remaining whiskey in her glass. The music pulsed through the club, a steady beat that vibrated in her chest, urging her to let loose, step forward, and lose herself in the rhythm of the night.
But she hesitated.
Her whole life had been a careful script of meticulously planned steps, and carefully weighed decisions. Now, with the chance to rewrite just one night, she found herself frozen.
Before she could decide, another man approached her, reeking of arrogance and cheap cologne.
"Hey, gorgeous. You look lonely," he drawled, flashing what he probably thought was a charming smile.
Sabrina barely glanced at him. "I’m not."
"Come on, don’t be like that. One dance won’t kill you."
"Not interested," she said, taking a sip of her drink, hoping he’d get the message.
He didn’t.
"Wow. Cold as ice." He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "No wonder you’re standing here alone. Keep this up, and you’ll die single and lonely."
Sabrina snorted, actually laughing this time. If only he knew. Single? No. Lonely? Perhaps. But tomorrow, she’d be a wife.
The thought sobered her.
As the man stalked off, clearly annoyed, her phone vibrated in her clutch. Taking it out, she glanced down and saw a message from Leo.
Leo: [Having fun? Found someone yet?]
She smiled. She had begged Leo to come with her tonight, but he had refused, saying his presence would only get in the way. He had insisted that she needed to be alone if she really wanted to let loose.
Her fingers moved quickly over the screen.
Sabrina: [No one exciting yet.]
Leo’s reply came almost instantly.
Leo: [You’re not looking for a boyfriend, Sabs. Why are you being so picky?]
She sighed, rolling her eyes.
Sabrina: [Just because it’s a one-time thing doesn’t mean I should pick just anyone. I need someone who excites me, even if just for a night. ]
Leo sent a laughing emoji.
Leo: [Excite you? Babe, I doubt you’ll find that in one night. But hey, give it a shot. And for the love of God, put your phone down so people can actually approach you.]
She smirked, shaking her head.
Sabrina: [You’re the one texting me.]
Leo: Fine. [I’ll stop. Now go be reckless.]
She chuckled, slipping her phone back into her purse.
And the moment she did, Alexander stepped into her space.
"Bad habit," a deep voice said beside her.
She turned and found herself staring into the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen. He was tall with dark, slightly tousled hair and a lazy smirk that made something low in her stomach tighten. He wasn’t dressed like most men in the club—no flashy designer brands, no desperate need to show off. Just a crisp black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and fitted dark jeans.
He looked like trouble, exactly what she wanted tonight— what she had been waiting for all evening.
"Excuse me?" she asked, arching a brow.
"Your phone," he said, nodding toward her purse. "You were glued to it. Terrible habit when you're supposed to be having fun."
Sabrina tilted her head, studying him. "And you are?"
"Alexander,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.
"Alexander..." she trailed off, waiting for a last name.
"Just Alexander," he said smoothly, his smirk deepening. "And you are?"
She hesitated, then smirked back. "Just Sabrina."
Alexander chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Witty. I like it."
She crossed her arms, intrigued despite herself. "So, Alexander, are you here to lecture me on phone etiquette, or do you actually have something interesting to say?"
"That depends," he said.
“On?” She asked, raising a brow.
“If you’re going to shoo me off like you’ve been doing to the others all night,” he said, an amused glint in his eyes.
Sabrina found herself laughing before she could help herself, “You’ve been watching?”
“Watching and taking note. I wondered why you kept shooing them off. So I had to make adjustments so that I wouldn’t be shooed away, too,” he said with a grin, making her laugh again.
“What adjustments did you make?” She asked, oddly curious.
“The first guy’s hair was too organized. I had to tousle my hair,” he said, and she laughed.
“The other guy was wearing a suit. I had to lose my coat and roll up my sleeves,” he said, and she pressed a hand to her chest to keep herself from laughing.
“And the list goes on and on. It’s the first time I’ve seen you laugh while talking to any of the guys, so I guess I’m doing something right,” Alexander said, and she looked him over.
“What do you want, Alexander?” She asked, her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as she looked at him. He made her feel faint.
“First, I need you to satisfy my curiosity,” he said, and her brow arched.
“What do you want to know?” She asked with undisguised curiosity.
“It’s your first time here like this, am I right?” He asked, and her lips twitched.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Not in the slightest. Let me guess— you’re here to let loose before making a major decision?”
She laughed, surprised by how easily he read her. “Something like that.”
“Then you’re talking to the right man.” He leaned in slightly, his cologne intoxicating.
“How can you tell, though?” Sabrina asked with a raised brow.
“How can I tell I’m the right man?” He asked, and she grinned.
“Both. How can you tell I want to make a major decision? And how do you know you’re the right man?”
Alexander shrugged, “I read people for a living. And I know I’m the right man to help you let loose. Don’t you think so?”
“How can you help me let loose?” She asked, and he shrugged.
“It depends. Are you looking for something interesting?" He asked in a husky tone, stepping closer as his gaze flicked over her slowly.
Sabrina let out a breath she hadn't realized she was suddenly holding.
There it was.
The thrill.
The spark.
"Maybe," she murmured. "But you’ll have to prove you’re worth my time."
Alexander grinned. "Oh, sweetheart, I don’t prove myself to anyone. But I’ll make an exception just for you."
Her heart pounded as she gazed into his blue eyes. The eyes reminded her of her soon-to-be Husband’s, and even though it should be a turn-off to her, Sabrina found herself even more drawn and turned on by it.
She wanted to be able to imagine this stranger’s face each time her husband had s*x with her.
“Want to dance?” Alexander asked with a wink.
Sabrina glanced at the dance floor, where bodies moved in sync with the music, lost in the moment. She could say no, finish her drink, and go home.
Or she could take his hand and step onto the dance floor like the woman she wanted to be tonight.
She drained the rest of her whiskey, set the glass down, and met his gaze.
“Let’s dance.”
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