The atmosphere was booming with loud music, a mix of sweat, passion, lust, and crowds whispering sweet-nothing to each other as Natasha walked with Antonov down the stair.
The atmosphere noticed the change and suddenly, she felt as if all eyes were on her and all lips were chattering about her. She was right. Not all, though. Just Sugar and a few other girls.
Ignoring their deadly glares, Natasha thought fast and hard on his to slip away from Antonov. Her opportunity came.
She saw fuming Sugar walking up to her. Natasha knew that the confrontation would lead to no good, so she braced herself.
Sugar made sure that all the bitterness in her system was visible on her face.
"You're not a slut, you say. How then did you land him to give nobody but you, his total attention?"
