CHAPTER EIGHT

LUCA

The party is full of life. Bodies moving in perfect unison with the loud thumping of the background music, sounds of laughter and clinking of glasses, the sharp smell of liquor and cigar filling the air. Neon lights fading out the faces of the clubbers. I grab Lily's wrist firmly while pushing through sweaty, horny bodies. My eyes darts across the room and stop at the sight of an empty stool by the bar.

"There's only one stool." Lily tells me as I pull her with me towards the bar.

I smirk at her. "Not for long."

Beside the empty stool is a girl who appears both lost and lonely. I comb my tan fingers through my hair summoning all the seductive wit I possess, I lean slightly on the bar top facing the girl whose seat I'm about to colonize. "Hey you want to dance?"

Her eyes lifts from the empty glass before her, and the moment there lock on mine. She's awestruck. Yes, I always have that effect on women.

There's a hint of familiarity in her face. Oh no. Clara, or Chole. T