A week went by, but I didn't hear from him, nor did I see him anywhere. Was this locket even his? But the photo definitely made it seem like they were connected.
The bar was lively, but ever since meeting him, I noticed something strange—no one approached me anymore. At first, I thought it was just one of those days… but for an entire week? Not a single man flirting or hovering around me.
Instead, I kept noticing this one man—buzz cut, huge build—always at the bar. He never approached me, but I felt like he was always there whenever I was.
Should I just ask him?
No… what if he turns out to be a psycho?
Let's just take it in a good way.
I turned around suddenly when I instinctively felt him—but there was no one. I quickly shook it off. He hadn't come for a whole week, so why would he be here now?
I immersed myself in work.
Just as I was about to finish my shift, Lucy invited me to join her for a street racing event. I wasn't in the mood, but it had been a while, and honestly… I hadn't been feeling like myself lately. Because of that jerk.
Every night, I felt restless, on edge. My own touch wasn't enough anymore—I couldn't even reach satisfaction by myself.
So I agreed and told her I'd meet her there.
I got home and changed into a mini black skirt, a laced black backless top, and my four-inch cowgirl boots. I think I looked good and I felt better. I tied my hair up and did my makeup bold.
Then I took a taxi straight to the street racing.
Then I took a taxi straight to the street racing.
Lucy waved at me from the crowd, and I hurried toward her—but accidentally bumped into someone and fell.
Before I could react, a hand was already extended toward me.
I took it.
For a second—just one second—I looked up.
Blue eyes.
That's all I saw before I quickly looked away.
"Sorry," I muttered, giving a small, awkward bow before rushing toward Lucy.
God… that was embarrassing.
When I reached her, she laughed. "What happened, babe? You look like you just had an orgasm."
I laughed it off, but inside, I was screaming.
That's exactly what I can't have.
"I just bumped into someone and fell."
She grabbed my hand. "Is he okay?" she laughed.
"Of course he is—I'm the one who fell!" I smacked her lightly.
"I know, I know… how's your butt?" she teased.
"Working just fine," I replied.
"So let's just enjoy ourselves, my dear Sofia," she said. I love how freely she make me so everything for her ,
I smiled and followed her.
The cars were lined up, engines ready. I felt a bit overwhelmed—it had been a while since I had driven one.
No. No reminiscing.
I shook the thought away. I love my life more than I ever had.
I cheered for the racers when suddenly I caught a man staring directly at me. Brown hair—lighter than mine—blue eyes, and a somewhat unreadable expression.
I had seen him somewhere.
Oh right… the blue eyes I bumped into.
I felt uncomfortable and quickly looked away. Was he racing too?
The blue eyes came first. Everyone cheered for him.
I asked Lucy who he was.
"He's famous for racing here. I don't know his name though… why the sudden interest?" she smirked.
I saw him leaving soon but he did glance at me again and smirked
I ignored him and Lucy and I went to enjoy the afterparty. We danced, laughed, drank. Lucy got completely wasted, and I knew it was time to leave.
I gathered my things and helped her up when suddenly someone grabbed my hand from behind.
A chill ran down my spine.
This didn't feel right.
"Hey, babygirl… need some help?" a thug-looking man said.
I yanked my hand away. "No, thank you. And don't you dare touch me again."
He stepped closer anyway.
That's when it happened.
A blur of movement.
The man was thrown back so violently that he hit the ground with a sickening sound.
The crowd around us fell silent.
Then I felt it.
That presence.
Familiar. Heavy. Dangerous.
The faint smell of smoke reached me—and for some reason, my body stilled instead of running.
He stood there, towering, controlled… but I could feel the anger radiating off him.
The man on the ground screamed, clutching his hand.
"What did you do to my hand?!"
No response.
Not even a glance.
His eyes were on me.
Slowly… he stepped closer.
Each step deliberate.
Claiming space.
Claiming control.
He stopped right in front of me.
Too close.
Way too close.
Then, in a low, cold voice—
"Had fun, Velvet?"
My breath hitched and I realized something
I was never out of his sight ,Was I?