Chapter 382


    Sofia’s pov


    The moment we alighted the Lamborghini which Luca drove himself tonight, we were instantly


    swamped with the paparazzi. I was grateful I had slipped a pair of sunsses over my face before


    leaving the car, and as the camera shes kept going off without pause, I felt my head pound a little.


    Luca’s hand closes around mine after a few fleeting seconds and he began to guide me past the


    swamp of paparazzis. It took me a couple of seconds to notice Luca’s guards were already starting to


    shove the paparazzis away from us. I ignored the questions and mics pointed in our faces, and the


    whoops from the people in an extremely long line, obviously waiting to be let into the club one at a time


    – as we made our way into the club.


    We climbed up the stairs, walking past bouncers who hastily bowed on noticing Luca. On arriving at the


    third floor of the club, the first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t all that loud nor rowdy up here, like it


    had been in the vip section of that club Luca and I attended back in New York.


    It only took a few moments for me to notice Ka and her husband, Travis. They noticed us in that


    same seeing as well, because Ka eagerly waved us over with a bright smile on her face. She was


    ? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    drinking what I’d assume was a very strong alcoholic wine.


    “You look drop dead gorgeous, Sofia!” Ka shrieked as she bounced up to her feet to envelope me in


    a light hug. I let out a smallugh as I returned thepliment, and meaning it, because Ka looked


    extremely fine as hell tonight. She had on a white dress thatplimented her fair caramel skin so


    damn well, and the locs she currently had in, was styled differently from how it had been for the arts


    exhibition.


    I wish I could actually style my hair this way.


    Ka twirled me around to take a proper look at my dress and I found myselfughing as I indulged


    her, and listening to her exmations of excitement as she saw the back of the dress, made meugh


    harder.


    The dress was a short one, stopping a few inches down my thighs. It was a silver color, and it had no


    back, except a few tiny ropes that held it together.


    “I bet Luca won’t be able to keep his hands to himself tonight.” Ka whispered into my ears, and


    almost immediately, I felt my mood get sour. Although I did try to hide it and hastily changed the


    subject.


    Soon, we were all sitting, with Ka and I deep in a silly conversation when Luca handed me a tall


    ss of drink. It was my favorite type, and I felt tingles when our fingers brushed.


    Luca and Travis were lost in their own conversation when James arrived. Everyone on this floor were


    doing their own thing, and the dance floor was very spacious. A few couples were currently dancing but


    it didn’t appear like it would be getting cramped up very soon.


    I was on my sixth ss of wine, and I was definitely starting to feel a little bit tipsy.


    When Ka suggested everyone go dance, James said he was going to sit it out since he had no date.


    Luca and I were silent, and he didn’t make any move to take me to dance floor, neither did I attempt to


    force him into going to dance with me.


    I ended up saying that my feet were hurting and I didn’t feel like dancing. Ka and her husband went


    off to dance.


    It was as if James could already sense my sour mood because he began to engage me in different


    conversations, keeping me talking until Ka and Travis returned.


    Ka then pulled me along to the dance floor for us to go dance together because apparently, I had to


    dance today as a form of celebration tonight.


    And so, I found myself moving along to the music with Ka. She yfully swayed me around with her


    hands around my waist and mine around my neck.


    “Your husband looks like he wants to kill me with that look, just because I’m dancing with you.” Ka


    said into my ear which shocked me to the core, because he hadn’t acted like he was interested in


    dancing when Ka had proposed that.


    What is wrong with Luca?


    “Let’s make him more jealous.” I muttered and Ka giggled as she pressed herself against me even


    tighter, hands sliding over my hips.


    We kept moving slowly to the music until Ka spoke up once again.


    “Isn’t that the woman from the exhibition… the bubbly one in a yellow dress.” Ka said and I blinked


    in shock.


    “She’s currently having a conversation with Luca.” Ka continued and my mouth fell open.


    Luca hadn’t held an actual conversation with me, but he was doing that with some random woman?


    Iposed myself and Ka and I danced some more before casually returning back to me seat. The


    woman from the art exhibition who had introduced herself to me as L, instantly stopped talking with


    Luca as soon as she noticed me to beam at me.


    She was super nice and pleasant too, but I wasn’t sure I wanted her talking to my husband, especially


    since he hadn’t spoken to me since we arrived at this club.


    L was sitting at the other side of Luca, the top of her dress was so low, her boobs were almost


    spilling out. We talked for a few more minutes before Luca excused himself as motioned for L to


    He didn’t go very far, but he talked to L for over five minutes to my utmost displeasure.


    Didn’t I just introduce them to themselves this afternoon? I asked myself in bewilderment as I stared


    dumbly at Ka who regarded me with sympathy. Travis was no where to be found, along with James.


    Perhaps they went to quickly take care of something before L had arrived.


    How did she even know we’d be here? Perhaps it was just a silly coincidence.


    I didn’t want to be here any longer.


    When Luca finally arrived, he looked angry for unknown reasons which I didn’t care about. I then


    informed him that I was ready to leave for home.