Knot Wedding Resort
Savannah stood in front of the full-length mirror, giving herself a long look. She had spent extra time getting ready tonight, wanting everything to be perfect.
The shimmering dress fit her like a glove, showing off her curves nicely, with the off-the-shoulder neckline really bringing out her delicate shoulders.
Her hair was styled into soft, bouncy waves, and her makeup was flawless. She looked amazing, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she started to doubt if it was good enough.
Just as she was about to change her mind, the door to the walk-in closet creaked open. Blaze walked inside. He stopped for a moment, his eyes fixed on her, scanning her from head to toe.
All he could see from where he stood was her back—her smooth, white skin showing at her shoulders, and her soft waves of hair falling down her back. He took her all in, his thoughts running wild, but he didn't move an inch.
Savannah felt a flutter in her chest as she waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. She turned fully to face him, her heart pounding in her ears.
"How do I look?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. She tried to smile, but the uncertainty lingered in her words.
Blaze didn't speak immediately. Instead, He stepped closer slowly, checking her out from head to toe. He noticed everything—the sparkly shine of her dress, how it fit her perfectly, her soft hair, and her bare shoulders that looked a bit vulnerable.
He thought she looked amazing, but he kept quiet for a moment, not wanting to rush things.
Savannah's heart dropped when she didn't hear anything back. Had she messed up her outfit? Was there something wrong with the dress? She started playing with her fingers, waiting for his reaction.
Finally, Blaze broke the silence. His voice was deep, full of admiration. "Damn, Honey."
He whistled low as his eyes met hers. "I love how that dress makes your eyes pop." he said, his gaze not leaving her face. Savannah's breath hitched, and her heart fluttered at his words.
His compliment made her feel all warm inside. She had been doubting herself, but now she felt better, more confident. Blaze's eyes softened.
"You always know how to keep me looking at you."
Savannah chuckled softly, starting to relax. "Cut it out!" she said with a playful smile. "So, do you think I look good?"
Blaze stepped closer, his hands reaching out to pull her in. He gently placed his hands on her waist, stroking her hair and face tenderly.
"If you let me." he whispered.
"I can show you just how amazing you look, honey."
Savannah's cheeks turned red at that. There was so much heat between them, and before she knew it, she had her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Now their faces were just inches apart, and she could feel his breath mixing with hers. She whispered.
"Then show me."
Blaze's eyes got darker with desire.
"Your wish is my command, honey."
Bringing his other free hands down her level, Blaze smoothen her things up and down, feeling her tender skin which was hodden under the dress, he gripped her ass pulling her more closer, things were getting hot.
Softly he leaned in to kiss her. But just as their lips were about to touch, the phone rang loud and shrill, breaking the moment. Savannah pulled back, not wanting to, and looked at the phone on the nightstand.
Blaze's face tightened a bit. He really hated getting interrupted—whether it was during a talk or something intimate like this. It bothered him more than he cared to admit, but he knew it wasn't Savannah's fault.
"Maybe the girl's calling.' Savannah gave him a slight smile. Blaze nodded, giving his usual soft smile "Go ahead, honey."
Savannah sighed and gave him one last look before heading to get her phone. Blaze stayed put, watching her but lost in thought.
The interruption bugged him—Blaze didn't like anything or anyone getting in the way of his time with Savannah.
Savannah talked on the phone, her voice reaching him clearly.
"Give me two minutes, I'll be there." she said, then hung up and turned back to Blaze. She walked toward him taking her purse, looking apologetic. "I have to go." she said softly.
Blaze put on a smile even though the thought of her leaving made him feel things. "Of course, Ana. Go ahead." he said, his voice warm but with a hint of sadness. He patted her head gently, his fingers brushing through her hair as he spoke. "Just don't drink too much."
Savannah chuckled softly. "Yeah, I'll make sure." She wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him another hug.
Blaze hugged her back tight, patting her head to comfort her. He didn't want to let her go, but he knew she wanted to hang out with her friends. He wouldn't stop her from having fun.
"Give me a call when you're done." Blaze whispered in her ear, his voice low and caring. "I'll be there."
Savannah looked up at him, a bit puzzled. "But the girls will drop me off—we all live in this same resort."
"Ana," Blaze said softly, holding her face in his hands. "Just call me, and I'll pick you up, okay?"
Savannah nodded, touched by his care.
"I love you."
She whispered, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"I love you, Ana."
Blaze replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He never wanted her to doubt how much he cared for her.
The Topaz Enigma Lounge
Savannah stood at the entrance of the club, looking at the wild scene in front of her. The music's deep bass was already beating in her chest, and the flashing neon lights made everything seem intense.
This was way different from her usual quiet nights—she never really liked places like this. The loud music, the sound of glasses clinking, the flashing lights, and the crazy vibe of the crowd made her feel out of place. It just wasn't her scene.
To be honest, Savannah had never been into clubs. Her one and only time at a club was when she had to pick up some drunk friends. She still remembered how chaotic it was—the wild behavior, the people not caring about anything.
She promised herself she would never go back to a club after that. But here she was, at her best friend Anastasia's bachelorette party, because she wanted to make her last night as a single woman unforgettable.
Savannah felt her stomach turn as she looked around at the crowd—some folks were dancing like crazy, others were drinking, and a few were even stumbling outside to throw up. It was all too much, and she could feel the anxiety creeping in.
"Are you okay?" Anastasia asked, noticing how uncomfortable Savannah looked as they walked in.
Savannah forced a smile, trying to hide her discomfort. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, but even to herself, it sounded a bit weak.
Anastasia picked up on her unease but didn't push it. "Let's go upstairs." she suggested with a grin, clearly excited about the night.
Savannah nodded, relieved to get away from the chaos downstairs
As soon as they got to the stairs and went up to the club's upper level, the noise started to quiet down. It was still loud, but not as overwhelming as downstairs.
The atmosphere was a bit easier to handle, and Savannah could finally relax a bit. The workers guided them through a couple of hallways, and before long, they were in a fancier part of the club, a private area just for their group.
"This place is insane." Simon said, her eyes wide as she remembered the crazy scene down below the stairs. "I love it here!" Everyone else agreed, clearly excited about being part of this exclusive experience.
But Savannah felt weighed down by it all—the flashing lights, the high-pitched music, and the people dancing like there was no tomorrow. She was relieved that the worker had shown them a quieter, more private spot.
The room was huge, with its own balcony looking out over all the craziness happening downstairs. There were big sofas, small tables with drinks on them, and the whole place felt way more relaxed compared to the rest of the club. It was like a small paradise where they could unwind without feeling too overwhelmed.
"Hey, do you guys like it?" Anastasia asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
Savannah looked around, pretty amazed by how different it felt. It was more laid-back, which was more her style, but it still seemed a bit out of the ordinary for her.
"It's nice... way better than just the view from before." she said softly, her eyes on the balcony where all the commotion downstairs seemed far away now.
Anastasia laughed, her voice light and full of energy. "Yeah, the view earlier was a bit crazy, I get it."
Savannah couldn't help but laugh. It had been crazy, to say the least.
Anastasia grabbed a glass that was already on the table and handed it to Savannah. "Here's to my single life." She said with a big grin, her eyes sparkling. Savannah raised her glass and tapped it against Anastasia's, giving her a real smile.
"To Anastasia's single life!" everyone else chimed in, their voices full of excitement. Their cheers echoed around the room as they toasted to their friend's new chapter.
After few shots, the party really got going. Girls were drinking, laughing, and the energy kept rising as everyone let loose.
For the first time that night, Savannah started to feel relaxed. She wasn't totally comfortable yet, but hanging out with her friends, the chill vibe, and the drinks made her loosen up a bit. She watched them dance, sing, and laugh together, and she couldn't help but smile.
After Sometime
As the night went on, time seemed to fly by, and before Savannah knew it, she was right in the middle of all the fun. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when, but the drinks had caught up with her. She'd lost count of how many she'd had, and everything started to spin. Her body felt light, her head fuzzy, and everything looked a bit blurry.
Soon enough, things started to fade away. Her mind was in and out, lost in the hazy, dizzying feeling of the party. She could still hear the music playing in the background and feel her friends nearby, but it all felt far away, like she was floating in a dream.
In that moment, she wondered if maybe—just maybe—she had been wrong about clubs. There was something liberating about letting go and living in the moment, even though it wasn't really her style. Tonight was about her friends, about celebrating Anastasia, and perhaps, about finding a bit of fun in a world she had vowed never to be part of.
She nudged her friend Anastasia, who was even more out of it, stumbling around with a wild, carefree energy. Anastasia was clearly having a blast, but Savannah was starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol.
"Tasy, I'm going to the restroom." she said, but her words barely came out. Anastasia was lost in the music and didn't seem to hear her.
Savannah shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her mind. She got up, holding onto the table for balance. Her head was spinning, but she kept going. With wobbly steps, she left the private room and headed to the restroom. Her legs felt weak, and everything seemed to tilt with each step.
Once she got to the restroom, Savannah leaned on the sink, trying to steady herself. She splashed cold water on her face, which gave her a quick feeling of refreshment, but didn't fully clear her head.
She did this a few times, hoping the water would help, but it only worked for a moment. Looking in the mirror, her face was red, and her reflection seemed far away, like she was seeing someone else. The alcohol still made it hard for her to focus, but she took a deep breath, stood up straight, and tried to get her bearings.
Savannah headed back to their private room, but when she opened the door, no one was in the sight, the room was all empty. Confused and a bit freaked out, she scanned the room, hoping to see her friends. Her stomach felt queasy, and her head hurt, making it tough to think straight.
She saw the waitress cleaning a table and went over to her, holding her head. "Hey, did you see the girls?" Savannah asked, her voice a bit fuzzy.
The waitress looked up, recognized her, but took a moment to answer. "They said they were going downstairs to the main club." she answered which she overheard.
Savannah didn't waste any time. She grabbed her purse from the couch and left the room, her head still swirling. She slowly made her way down the stairs, clutching the railing to keep steady. As she got to the bottom, the loud bass from the club's music hit her, and the flashing lights made everything even more confusing. Squinting, she tried to figure out what was happening below.
People were everywhere, dancing wildly and shouting along with the music. The bar was packed, with some folks even climbing on top of it to... Strip?
Savannah tried not to be bothered by it.
Her vision got more blurry, and she tried to look through the crowd for any familiar faces. She needed to find Anastasia, but her eyes just wouldn't cooperate. She felt totally lost in the sea of people.
Frustrated, Savannah headed down the last few steps, hoping for a better view. She didn't want to push through the wild crowd of dancers, but she had no other choice. She stood at the edge of the dance floor, scanning the faces. The music was so loud it shook her chest, and everything felt like it was moving way too fast.
Then, through the blur of her vision, she saw her—Anastasia. She was right in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with some guy in a white shirt, dancing like nothing else mattered.
Savannah blinked, trying to clear her sight. No way, this couldn't be real. But when she focused again, she realized it was true. Anastasia was totally into the dance with someone else. Savannah's heart did a funny jump, and she felt all mixed up inside.
Her head was spinning from the drinks as she wobbled through the packed club. The music pounded in her ears, and the flashing lights made everything feel super weird. She had never been this wasted before. The booze went through her body, making her feel dizzy and unsteady. Her eyes kept fluttering, but she forced herself to keep going, her legs shaking under her as she pushed forward.
She had just spotted Anastasia, her best friend, dancing with some random guy in the crowd. Savannah tried to shake off the dizzy feeling and pushed her way through the people, trying to get closer. Bodies were moving to the music, grinding onto each other, and she had to weave in and out of the dancers. Every step felt tough as her vision got blurry.
Then, a guy blocked her way. He flashed a flirty smile and grabbed her wrist. "Hey, gorgeous, let's dance!" he said with a smirk, his breath hot on her face. Savannah pulled her wrist away, giving him a look of disgust. "Fuck off!" she mumbled under her breath, her words a bit slurred from the drinks.
But he didn't give up. He moved closer, checking her out even though she had said no. "Hey, I can buy you a drink. What's the harm?"
"I don't want a drink." Savannah snapped, feeling really frustrated. She just wanted to get to Anastasia, but the crowd was overwhelming, and the loud music and bright lights weren't helping.
"Come on, let's dance then." the guy said, moving closer to her and waving his hands like he expected her to agree. Savannah had been drinking, but she could still think clearly enough.
"No thanks." she mumbled, her voice shaking but strong. "Back off if you don't want to see what happens next."
She tried to move past him, but he grabbed her wrist again, holding on tight.
"I like woman who fights back." he said, sounding pretty full of himself.
That was the last straw. Savannah had enough of his crap. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across his cheek.
The loud smack got lost in the club's deafening music. His face went bright red with rage, but the noise was so loud and everyone was dancing, so no one noticed.
Savannah tried to leave, but something halted her steps. Someone from behind grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back towards their. She froze, feeling panic rise up inside her.
The alcohol made everything fuzzy. She could feel his body pressed against hers, her whole body tensing up.
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