The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 153

153 NO THANKS 

LUKE’S POV 

Since I had gotten a phone call from this crazy woman, I went to meet her. Tiffany had told me that the both of us should meet at this nightclub. And of course, I knew what she wanted to talk about. It was about her pregnancy; that’s even if she was pregnant. 

I couldn’t actually tell, though, but I had a feeling that she was just making up all of this, probably to get to me or something. Well, I couldn’t start jumping to conclusions or heeding these thoughts. She might be correct, and I might be the knucklehead around here. 

The moment I approached the nightclub, the thumping bass could be felt reverberating through the walls, setting the tone for the evening ahead. The neon lights flickered and danced, casting an otherworldly glow on the streets outside. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the dimly lit space. 

The club was a sensory overload; the air was thick with a heady mix of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. Strobe lights flashed erratically, cutting through the haze and illuminating the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. I hesitated for al moment, taking in the scene before me. 

The music pulsed through me, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with my heartbeat. I made my way through the crowd, feeling the energy of the place enveloping me. The bass thudded in my chest, urging me to let go and to lose myself in the music and the moment. 

As I moved further into the club, the crowd seemed to part around me, a sea of faces and bodies shifting and swirling in a mesmerizing dance. I found myself drawn towards the bar, the promise of a drink and a momentary respite calling to 

1. me. 

Squeezing my way through the throng of people, I finally reached the bar and caught the bartender’s eye. Ordering a drink, I leaned against the counter, taking a moment to survey the scéne around me. 

There were people of all kinds in the club–some laughing and chatting, others lost in their own world, their bodies moving to the music in a primal, instinctual way. The air was thick with anticipation, with the promise of something wild and unpredictable hanging in the air. 

I sipped my drink, and there was this feeling that went right through me. The music seemed to grow louder and more insistent, urging me to join the dance. 

floor, to let go of my inhibitions, and to surrender to the night. 

But, hell no, I wasn’t going to do that. Tiffany was the one who had made me come here, so I was going to keep my cool, wait till she arrived, get the conversation done, and get the fuck out of here. The music was really nice, though; it had me nodding to the beat. 

This desirable lady approached me with makeup all over her face and a mini dress that flawlessly displayed her curves. I couldn’t stop staring at her, but I had to try my best to turn my face away. I didn’t want to be that kind of man who just fucked any lady he crossed paths with. 

“Why did you turn your face away?” This woman asked, and I had to cease drinking. 

I looked at her. “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” 

“Who else would I be talking to?” 

“Well, there are tons of people in the building.” 

“But I’m standing close to you.” 

I let out a sigh after that and took a sip of my drink. 

“Wanna dance?” She asked. 

“No,” I replied. 

“Are you being serious?” 

“I should be the one asking you that,” I retorted. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Apparently, you have no idea who I am. But you just walked up to me and want me to start getting all intimate with you. 

“Intimate?” She made a confused face. “Not what I said, but is there something wrong with that?” 

“Is there something wrong with me refusing your dance offer?” 

She shook her head. “You know what? You are unbelievable. “You have a nice face, but you’re just… She stormed off. Aww, she wanted me so bad. So sad I couldn’t hit the pretty girl. 

ARIEL’S POV 

The night was one of swirling shadows and whispers in the city that never truly slept. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed my way through the crowded streets, calling out Luke’s name over and over again. Panic clawed at my insides, 

twisting my stomach into knots. Where could he be in this labyrinth of noise and movement? 

I remembered this one time back then in Canada, when I had lost sight of him at the time we were browsing the market stalls in the evening. One moment he was tugging at my hand, his small fingers slipping from my grasp, and the next he was gone. At that time, my mind raced with scenarios of what could have happened to him in the chaos of the city, but I was lucky to have found him quickly. But this time around, the situation was a tough one. 

My voice grew hoarse from calling out for Lukel, my eyes scanning every face that passed by, hoping to catch a glimpse of my precious son. The flickering streetlights cast long, eerie shadows that seemed to dance and taunt me as I frantically searched.