chapter 2
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Outside Vicky’s apartment, the night breeze whispered through the quiet street. She opened her gate quickly, her steps sharp and filled with annoyance. Without a word, she walked straight to her friends’ car. Sugar was in the front seat and Sophia sat beside her, both watching Vicky closely. Vicky opened the back door and slid in, exhaling sharply as the door shut.
“What happened? You came late. Did he try to stop you from coming?” Sugar asked, turning slightly to look at her.
Vicky rolled her eyes, frustration still burning on her face. “Yes, he tried… but guess what? I left him.”
Sophia snapped her fingers and nodded in approval. “Yeah, better.”
Sugar smiled and squeezed Vicky’s hand gently. “Cheer up, girl. Okay?”
With that, she drove off into the night.
Bright lights flashed across the crowded room, and loud music vibrated through the ground. The girls entered the club together, but Vicky drifted away from the noise, heading straight to an empty chair. She sat down, staring blankly at the dance floor as her friends moved toward the crowd.
“Girl, are you not going to join us in dancing?” Sugar asked, raising her voice over the music.
Vicky shook her head slowly. “Nope. I just need to clear my head.”
Sophia touched her shoulder lightly. “It’s okay, dear.”
The two girls left her and headed toward the dance floor, laughing and blending into the lights.
Vicky sighed and waved to a passing waiter. “Waiter.”
He stopped and leaned slightly toward her. “Yes, ma’am?”
“Get me soft.”
“Okay.”
He returned moments later with the drink and placed it carefully on the table.
Before she could take a sip, a tall figure stepped toward her table.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said with a gentle smile.
Vicky didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on her drink.
He tried again, a little louder this time. “Hi.”
Vicky finally lifted her eyes from her drink, irritation still hovering around her expression. The stranger stood there patiently, hands in his pockets, waiting for her attention.
He looked to be around twenty-eight, tall with a calm but confident posture. His skin carried a smooth brown glow under the club lights, and his hair was neatly trimmed with soft curls at the top. He wasn’t dressed like someone who came to the club to show off; his outfit was simple but classy—black jeans, a fitted shirt, and a silver wristwatch that caught the light whenever he moved. There was something mature in his eyes, a gentle look that made it seem like he understood more than he said.
Vicky sighed softly.
“What do you want?” she asked, her tone tired rather than rude.
The man took a slight step back, raising his hands as if to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry if I triggered you,” he said quietly, his voice smooth and calm.
Vicky looked away, guilt slowly replacing her anger. “Yeah… I’m sorry too. I was just mad earlier. I’m not really in a good mood.”
He nodded, still maintaining that soft, patient look. “It’s okay. I understand. It happens sometimes.”
She glanced at him again, her shoulders relaxing a bit. “Yeah… thanks for understanding.”
A faint smile appeared on his lips. “I’m Honesty, by the way.”
He stretched his hand forward.
Vicky hesitated for a moment, then smiled back and took his hand. “I’m Vicky.”
Their handshake was warm, lingering a second longer than necessary.
“Nice meeting you,” he said gently.
“Same here,” she replied, finally looking at him properly for the first time that night
Honesty remained standing beside Vicky for a moment, hands still in his pockets, studying her quietly before speaking again.
“So… are you here alone?” he asked, leaning closer so she could hear him over the music.
Vicky shook her head, a slight smile forming. “Well, I’m not alone.”
He raised a brow curiously. “Oh really? With who?”
Vicky gestured toward the dance floor where her friends were still moving to the beat. “I came with my friends.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” he said softly. “Can I get to know you better?”
Vicky sighed and leaned back in her chair. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think so.”
Honesty didn’t back away. His voice remained calm, steady, and sincere.
“Just give me a chance. Look, I’m not a bad person, and I don’t disturb. I promise. I’m being serious.”
Something in his tone made her pause. After a moment, she nodded.
“Okay… can I get your phone?”
He handed it to her immediately. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”
Vicky typed her number and returned the phone. “Here.”
Honesty smiled. “Thank you.” He stepped back. “I’ll just grab a drink. See you later.”
Then he disappeared into the crowd.
Moments later, Sophia and Sugar appeared beside her, still catching their breath from dancing.
Sophia pointed at her playfully. “This girl.”
Vicky laughed. “This babe.”
Sophia raised a brow. “Who was that?”
Vicky pretended not to understand. “Who was who?”
Sugar rolled her eyes. “Oh stop pretending. She means that man standing with you just now.”
Vicky took a sip of her drink. “Oh, that? He’s no one—just asking for my number.”
Sophia leaned closer, curious. “Hope you gave it to him.”
Vicky shrugged casually. “Come on girl, it’s just a number. Nothing serious… not now.”
But as she said it, her eyes still drifted toward the bar, where Honesty glanced at her from afar.
Sugar stared at Sophia, shaking her head. “You don’t mean it,” she said.
Sophia wasn’t even paying attention. Her eyes were fixed on a guy who had just walked past them, and she smiled to herself. “That guy is so hot,” she whispered.
Vicky rolled her eyes. “Oh please, I have a boyfriend, remember.”
Sugar clicked her tongue and nudged her. “Oh stop calling Evans a boyfriend. Just leave him. You’ll find someone better.”
Before Vicky could answer, Honesty walked up to the group.
“Hi girls,” he said softly. “Hope I’m not disturbing.”
“Not at all,” Sugar replied. “We’re actually about to leave.”
“Okay,” Honesty said. “Can I drop her off please?”
Sophia tried to explain something, but Vicky quickly cut her off. “Sophia—”
Sugar stepped between them. “Sophia, let’s go.” She grabbed Sophia’s arm, and as they walked away, Vicky glanced back, smiling a little.
Honesty watched her carefully. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t ask you earlier.”
Vicky sighed. “Please… can you just drop me off?”
“Okay,” Honesty replied quietly. They both walked toward his car.
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