ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 55: ★Everthing went dark★

Chapter 55: ★Everthing went dark★

~Chapter 55~

The blue eyes met mine, and a jolt of electricity coursed through my veins.

He was sitting on a plush couch, surrounded by the muted conversation and the soft glow of cocktail glasses, but his gaze was fixed solely on me the moment our eyes locked.

My mind went blank, and my body reacted on autopilot. I tried composing myself, reminding myself that I was at work and needed to maintain a professional demeanor.

But my heart was flip-flopping, hands shaking as I quickly dropped the tray of drinks.

What the hell is wrong with me? Only his presence has me shaky, like a leaf trembling. My mind is a jumbled mess of questions and doubts.

Why is he here, in this club, out of all the places in this city? Is he stalking me? The thought made me snap a questionable gaze to him.

Come on, Katya, stop being ridiculous. He doesn’t even remember you. You’re just a fleeting face in a sea of strangers.

But the joke’s on me, isn’t it? Because I remember him. I remember those piercing blue eyes, that chiseled jawline, and that captivating smile, that told me ’thank you’

My legs feel like jelly, and I take a step back, wanting to create some distance between us I began moving But at the same time he stands up, towering over the other people in the lounge.

His eyes never leave mine as he moves out of the lounge, his long strides eating up the distance between us.

He chases me down the stairs, grabbing my arm before I could hit the next step.

"Hey" I winced, his grip wasn’t hard or hurting, but it was definitely firm. Noticing my discomfort, his eyes flicked to mine, and released my hand instantly.

"Sorry," He stepped slowly away from me, giving me a much-needed breathing space. I didn’t waste any time, inhaling sharply, filling my lungs with the cool, conditioned air of the club.

Fighting to calm my nerves, my heart still pounding from the unexpected touch. He spoke again, his voice a little stronger this time.

"I’m sorry, my name is Michael." He scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting downward, looking like he was shy...or maybe embarrassed

I shouldn’t care, I scold myself sternly. I shouldn’t be interested in this stranger, with his piercing blue eyes and captivating smile.

But as I looked at him, I melted. Who was this guy, really?

He extended his hand for a handshake, my eyes darting to his hand, then down to mine. Slowly, raising my hand, my fingers brushed against his in a brief handshake.

As soon as our hands parted, I pulled mine back to my side, feeling a tingling sensation.

Michael’s smile was discreet, as he raised his own hand to his jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. He pocketed the hand and squared his shoulder.

"Katya, right?" he said shocking the hell out of me and I looked at him wide eyes. How the fuck did he know my name?

My name isn’t plastered in my forehead was it, my hand flys to my head tapping maybe a piece of paper with my name was there.

I looked down at the tray in my hand. My name wasn’t plastered on my forehead, was it?

My empty hand flys to my head, tapping it gently, searching for a piece of paper with my name scribbled on it.

Michael’s eyes tracked my movements and his deep chuckle, low and husky, broke the spell, freeing me from my frantic search on my head.

"I saw your name on your name tag," he explained over the loud song.

I glanced down at my uniform, frowning. We didn’t wear name tags here, a choice made by the club owner to protect our privacy. So, how did he...?

My mind sprinted back to the cafe, where I’d worked the morning shift. We wore name tags there, a cheerful gesture to welcome customers. The connection clicked into place.

"At the cafe, this morning?" Michael’s had a small smile his face when he said it. But his tone sounded like he is asking if I remembered him.

A flush rise to my cheeks. Remember him? He’d been on my mind all morning, lingering in the shadows of my thoughts like a ghost. Fuck yes, I remembered him.

*******

The tension between us slowly dissipated,

as I had already began to deem him as a stalker.

"Do you remember?" he asked, rising his voice above the pulsating music and I nodded, with a small "Yes, I do." The words slipping out, softly, he won’t be able to hear it.

To my surprise, a radiant smile spread across his face and my heart stutter. He was taking my breath away with this handsome face.

"I wanted to talk to you this morning but I didn’t know how to. I guess fate wanted me to talk to you." He took a step closer, and I felt the air thicken between us or just my imagination.

My cheeks flushed, and I looked sideways, trying to break the spell. Snap out of this, Katya! You barely know him. I don’t even know him... just his name, Michael.

Michael’s gaze remained fixed on me, and I remembered he’d said something, but my mind went blank. How do I reply to that?

Pretend!

Pretend like you didn’t hear him, I looked down at my tray, focusing on the tiny droplets of liquid clinging to the sides.

"Should we go somewhere quieter?" he asked and I shook my head, I still have work to do and if Marcus finds me here. I’m cooked.

"I have work to get too." I tried to walk away, to create some distance between us, but he stopped me with a gentle touch on my arm.

"How about after your work, I can wait?" he suggested and I almost melted away.

Feeling a little flutter in my chest, unsure why he’d want to wait for me. What could he possibly want to talk about that was so important?

My shift ends at 1 a.m. Was he really willing to wait that long? Before I could respond, my name boomed over the music, making me flinch.

"Katya!" The sound echoed through the club, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Glancing toward the stairs, Marcus’s furious face greeted me. Fuck!

His eyes blazed with anger, lips curled into a snarl. My heart sank, sensing the trouble brewing.

****

Marcus stormed up the stairs, his glaring eyes fixed on me, utterly disregarding Michael’s presence.

"It seems you want to lose your job and whore around," he spat, grabbing me by my arm.

I didn’t have time to even process the insult, when Michael’s fist connected with Marcus’s lips, delivering a swift and precise blow.

When did he move? I didn’t see him move, but suddenly Marcus was clutching his jaw, groaning in agony. The sound of the impact pierced through the music but didn’t stop it.

Damn! I don’t need this right now. If Michael beats up Marcus, I’m as good as dead. Marcus will fire me, or worse, and I desperately need this job.

I quickly grabbed Michael’s hand, trying to restrain him as he raised his fist for another blow.

If I weren’t the one in this precarious situation, I would’ve gladly stood back and enjoyed the show. Marcus had it coming, after all. But I couldn’t afford to let Michael finish what he started.

He needs to back off and let me handle my situation myself, I was the insulted one not him but he’s taking this too far, as he dragged out his arm from mine, hitting Marcus again and again.

Quickly with all my little strength I had, I held back his hand again."Let him go!" I yelled, my voice hoarse from trying to override the thumping music.

The club’s patrons seemed oblivious to the fight unfolding on the stairs, too caught up in their own revelry to notice. But to be fair no one actually is facing the stairs.

Where the hell are the bouncer or somebody who can help me get this fight to stop. Marcus was spitting out words that I couldn’t quite hear.

"I dare you to call her that one more time, bastard," Michael snarledwith fury. Why was he defending me so fiercely? We’d just met, and Marcus’s vile remark didn’t even get under my skin – he’d always had a foul mouth, and I’d learned to tune it out.

A blow came out of nowhere, striking me square in the face. Both Michael and Marcus froze, as they stared at me.

The music continued to pulsate around us, but it seemed to fade into the background as I struggled to regain my footing.

A burst of pain hit me hard , and my vision blurred as I stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a thud.

Fuck! My head spun, and for a moment, everything went dark.

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