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The place looks as flashy and decadent as ever.

Perhaps even more decadent now with those beams of lights sweeping the front entrance, inviting the patrons in.

Not that they need a nudge in that direction.

Groups of people make their way in.

Chloe loops his arm through mine, and we walk past a bouncer. The man tips his chin down, acknowledging us.

“Does he know you?”

She doesn’t answer.

He probably does.

“When were you here the last time?” she asks.

“I didn’t go clubbing after you left.”

It wasn’t the same without her.

Tonight, the atmosphere is electric, though.

“Is this some sort of celebration?” I murmur, the loud music reaching my ears. “It’s a big crowd. And it’s not even eight o’clock,” I drone on while she drags me to the biggest bar in the room.

People are already on the dance floor, shaking their bodies, enjoying themselves.

“Let’s go get something to drink,” she shouts in my ear.

“Easy, easy… There’s no rush.”

Half an hour later, we sit on a curved couch in the VIP area on the second floor with a bunch of strangers in the booth while bodyguards surveil the area.

This is all Chloe’s making––having all these people at our table––yet she is right in a way.

It would look weird if we sat here alone.

It was either this or dancing downstairs.

I prefer this.

I’m on my second glass of wine while she smiles silly behind her cocktail.

“Who’s running the club now?” I ask out of nowhere before sipping more wine and sliding my drink onto the table.

The man to my right flicks his eyes to me as I elbow him by mistake.

I murmur an apology while Chloe rolls her eyes without him seeing her.

“Stop doing that. You’re gonna get us in trouble,” I scold her under my breath, but nothing fazes her.

Nodding, she gives me an adorable smile.

“He’s cute.”

I inch closer to her.

“He’s not cute. He’s massive, and he looks like he could kill me,” I retort.

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