Claire's
Seb fixed my dress before pulling me off the dancefloor. The crowd was still hyped, jumping to the beat, the place thick with the smell of alcohol, smoke, and s*x. It was dark, the only light coming from the flashing disco lights.
I scanned the crowd, trying to spot Kate. Ever since we came to the center of the dancefloor, I hadn’t seen her again.
People parted as Seb led the way through the crowd. With his commanding presence and aura that practically screamed power and wealth, no one dared block his path. It was like an unspoken rule—move, or get out of his way.
I let him pull me without protest. It’s funny how I suddenly felt calm just from him holding my hand—when a while ago, I was bawling my eyes out after seeing him with that woman. It hurt, seeing them together at that
