At The Club Sparks Our First Meeting

Chapter 2 ~ Valerie's POV

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After some hours of driving on the road, we got to the club, which was extremely crowded but at the same time exclusive. The bass thumped through my chest before we even stepped inside. Colored lights flashed across the pavement, and the long line of people waiting outside stretched half a block. My jaw nearly dropped when Annabelle skipped past all of them, waving at the bouncers like she owned the place.

“Evening, Anna,” one of them greeted, unclipping the velvet rope.

“Evening, boys,” she sang back, dragging me along before I could protest.

I blinked. “Wait, what? You know the bouncers?”

She tossed me a mischievous smile over her shoulder. “Perks of being fabulous. Don’t ask questions, Val. Just follow my lead.” Reaching inside, the air pulsed with music and neon. Bodies pressed close on the dance floor, strangers melting into each other beneath the strobe lights. It smelled like perfume, sweat, and expensive alcohol.

I leaned close to Annabelle’s ear, half shouting over the music. “You never told me you party like this! I thought it was just every now and then.” She laughed, spinning in a quick circle with her arms in the air. “Doesn’t matter! What matters is tonight. Party hard, babe. Woohoo!”

Her energy was contagious. Against my better judgment, I let her tug me into the middle of the crowd. At first, I swayed stiffly, self-conscious under the crush of strangers. But the beat seeped into my bones, and after a few songs, I was moving without thought, laughing as Annabelle twirled me and nearly tripped over her own heels. And fr the first time since Raymond left, I wasn’t thinking about him. Not about his lies. Not about the way he walked out without a backward glance. Just the music, the lights, and the taste of freedom burning through my veins.

Eventually, we became sweaty and breathless, so Annabelle dragged me toward the bar. “Drinks, then round two,” she shouted. So I nodded, sliding onto one of the stools. The bar gleamed under blue lights, bottles stacked like gemstones on glass shelves. I was still catching my breath when a shadow fell across us.

“Good evening, ladies.” The voice was deep, smooth, steady—cutting through the music like a knife.

So I looked up and froze. The man in front of us was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit that made him look like he belonged at a gala, not a nightclub. His jawline was sharp, his hair neatly swept back, and his eyes—icy blue—locked on mine as though he’d been searching for me all night.

My stomach flipped. God, he’s gorgeous. “Good evening,” Annabelle and I replied at the same time, though mine came out softer, yet unsure.

He leaned slightly closer to be heard. “Why are two beautiful women sitting alone?”

“Just chilling,” Annabelle answered easily, tossing her hair back like she’d been waiting for someone exactly like him. I kept quiet, clutching my drink like a shield, forcing my gaze away from his.

Then he extended his hand—directly to me. “I’m Dante. Pleasure to meet you.” I hesitated. For a moment, I considered ignoring him. But his eyes held mine, it was patient but almost daring. So slowly, I slipped my hand into his.

“Same here,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

His grip was firm, his hand warm, then he smiled as he released it and slid onto the empty stool beside me. The rest of the bar seemed to disappear.

“You haven’t told me your name,” he said, tilting his head slightly.

I smirked faintly. “I don’t give my name to strangers.”

Looking for support, I uttered to Anna, "Isn't it?" turning my head to her, only for me to see she was in the middle of a passionate kiss.

This made me feel like an idiot in front of Dante, and so I said, "You know what, I'm heading home. It's nice to meet you, Dante," storming out of the club.

Reaching outside, I began searching for a taxi as it was midnight, but all my efforts were in vain as everywhere was so silent.

Already walking, suddenly I heard a car horn sounding behind me repeatedly. Which made me feel forced to look back, only for me to see Dante coming out of the car.

"Are you following me?" I said, standing in defense of myself.

He gave a soft smile as he said, I wasn't following you, Miss. I sensed you needed help getting home since it's midnight already. That's all I am doing."

I took a deep breath as I wanted to give him a fitting reply, but suddenly I had a rethink about the words I was about to lash out at him. And finally, with so much reluctance in me, I gave my consent to let him take me home.

As I took a step approaching his car, he was quite the gentleman I never expected him to be, as he hurriedly opened the door for me and went back to the driver's seat as he drove off.

With so many directions given on the route to my house, we finally arrived there, and then he turned off his car engine, leaving everything in silence.

"This is my house, and thank you for the drive. I appreciate it," I thanked him.

"It's okay, Miss, I guess I will see you one day, hopefully," Dante said as he placed his hand on his lap.

Getting out of his car, I felt like a bad person without emotions for not inviting him in. With those thoughts, I turned back and went back to him as he was about to start his car engine.

"You know what, I am stupid, please would you like me to come in and catch up, if you don't mind," I said to him, feeling skeptical if he would agree.

And to my surprise, he didn't reject my invitation, "Sure, why not?" Dante replied as he removed his car keys, locking his car properly by clicking on the buttons on the keys. So we both headed into my apartment.

Entering my apartment, Dante looked stunned at the interior designs as he was forced to sing the praise of my taste, "You have a lovely home, and I must confess you did a mind-blowing job on your designs," he admired.

Becoming reddened, I said to him, "Thank you for your kind words, please have your seat while I get you something to drink."

But swiftly he drew my hands close to him, "You still haven't told me your name," he said to me, as I got drowned in his blue ocean-like eyes, making it hard for me to resist his charms.

"I-I-I," I stuttered as I suddenly cleared my throat to regain my composure.

"I'm Valerie. Are you happy now?" I said as I stood firm and not allowing myself to get lost in his charm once more.

"I will get the drink now," I uttered, hurrying my steps as I left where he was.

Reaching the kitchen, I silently said to myself, "Valerie, what in the world are you doing? You need to compose yourself,"

Taking a deep breath after pouring an orange drink into the glass for him, I returned to the sitting room where he was sitting, and getting there, I saw him removing his suit jacket; it remained only his long-sleeved shirt, which showed his broad biceps, which I found very attractive, and I wanted him all to myself.

But I still composed myself, as I handed him his drink, "Oh, thank you, Valerie,' he said, swaying his seductive look at me as it almost allowed me to lose my composure.

Soon, we began talking about ourselves and our past relationships, which brought me back to my sulking mood, and it led me to tears.

He then used his hands to wipe away my tears as he said to me in a soft tone, "Don't cry, Valerie."

Still wiping off my tears, he moved so close to me that his aura was now undeniably contagious. Then, his lips found mine before I could stop him—warm, insistent, pulling me into a kiss that unravelled every piece of resistance I thought I had left. I hadn’t realized how empty I’d been until that moment, how starved for something that felt like more than loss.

From there, I lost myself, likewise my senses, as I now wanted him so badly. He left my lips as he moved to my neck, caressing it with so many tender kisses as I felt so wet underneath my panties.

At that moment, I couldn't control myself as I tried taking off his clothes, but he whispered into my ear, saying, "Take it easy, babe."

Digesting the whisper in my ears, I lost all of my control as my thoughts were lost in my inner voice, which kept saying, "Please fuck me so hard."

But he was still concentrated on my neck region, and suddenly, he moved down to my breast as he fumbled it in his hands, allowing me to salivate in my desires for him.

Reaching my panties, he took them off slowly but steadily, doing it all like he had years of training on how to perfectly wake my inner sexual urges.

And so he began dipping his two middle fingers in my pussy, thrusting them back and forth like he had mastered my body.

I couldn't wait for him to quit the foreplay and begin the real deal. Then I tried touching him, but still, he denied it all as he insisted I allow him to do everything.

Soon, he began undressing me completely and kissed me once again on my lips, and made me feel like the most beautiful girl on earth.

Then he brought out his d*** as he waggled it around, teasing the hell out of me.

But I couldn't just stand this torture, so I forcefully pulled him closer to me, undressed him, and threw him onto the couch.

And with that, I squatted on him, positioning his d*** into my pussy, and with that, I began riding on it like a horse. I must confess I had the best ride of my life, as it felt like I was in heaven, and I didn't want to come to an end.

But shortly after he fell my back down on the couch, he cradled me in his arms as he said, "Where is your bedroom?"

I pointed in the direction of the bedroom, and he walked his way there. Upon reaching there, he gently played with my back on the bed as he began thrusting my pussy so hard that I had multiple cums, which made my initial sulking mood turn to the best night of my life.

Finally, he reached the apex of his thrust as he realized every semen in his balls. By the time I drifted into sleep, curled in his arms, the ache of Raymond had dulled. For the first time in weeks, I felt light. Almost… happy.

But as dreams pulled me under, one thought clung to me. I barely knew Dante.

And something in his eyes—something he wasn’t saying—hinted that I wasn’t the only one hiding pieces of myself.