Roman’s POV
I was ready to leave.
The club was loud, packed, filled with bodies I didn’t care about and girls I wouldn’t touch even if I was drunk out of my mind. I wanted out. Away from the noise, away from the f*****g ache in my chest that hadn’t let up since she started pulling away.
But then I saw her.
And everything in me went still.
Ariana.
Leaning against the bar, one hand curled around a drink, lips slightly parted as she laughed at something the guy next to her said. Her dress was short red, barely-there, backless, clinging to her body like it was painted on. Her skin glowed under the neon lights, and when she turned just slightly, the slit in her dress slid high up her thigh.
Every guy in the room noticed.
Especially the one beside her.
He leaned in close, too close, whi
