[This chapter is dedicated to Sann1. Thank you for your support. It is greatly appreciated.]
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On a makeshift stage hanging from some metal rails at the far end of the room, the DJ booth was pulsating with music. Dominic has his hand on the small of her back, keeping her close for the dance floor was crowded and patrons were going wild since it was already past midnight.
Dominic received a call from his friend inviting him to come to this underground party after their late dinner. She glanced up at the DJ booth and has a feeling that the man scratching the turntable is somewhat familiar. She couldn't pinpoint when she knew the guy, but she had a feeling she had known him from before.
"They are at the VVIP lounge," he yelled over her head. The music was so loud, it was difficult to hear each other.
