Stuart's POV
Sitting at the far end of the club in the VIP section, Stuart idly scrolled through his phone. His friends were busy partying, but he felt disconnected from the scene. He was just about to take a sip of his whiskey when he noticed two women drinking and dancing together, laughing and completely absorbed in their own world. He chuckled; they didn't seem to care about anyone around them. One of them, in particular, caught his attention, and he found himself unable to look away.
"Want me to get her over here for you, man?" Andy asked, he sighed and showed his head. Andy is one of his best friends, he's always the instigator.
"What nonsense are you spouting? She's not even my type," Stuart said, trying to shrug it off, though he couldn't deny the fact he was intrigued by that dazzling beauty
"Don't scare Stuart with your women talk, Andy, or he won't have any fun tonight!" Victor chimed in, laughing. Victor, Andy, and Stuart go way back; they grew up, went to school, and did almost everything together. While Andy is wild and reckless, Victor is calm and steady, and he's in a serious relationship with his girlfriend, Joan. As for Stuart, his a hard nut to crack and don't really fit into either of their molds. He's been in a relationship, for sure,but it was a toxic one, no one seems to understand him when it comes to love, accepting that as his fate, decided to be a lone wolf.
"I'm bringing them over here," Andy declared with a mischievous grin, and for some reason, the idea made Stuart nervous.
"No, Andy, don't. Just let them be-they're not my type," Stuart protested, casting a glance at the girls.
"Then what is your type? Tell me, and I'll bring her over right away," Andy challenged.
"I'm not in the mood to party tonight. Let it go," Stuart said, more firmly. Thankfully, Andy backed off.
"Come on, man, you're never this quiet in a club. What's going on?" Victor asked, looking puzzled.
"Maybe he's finally giving up on women, Cause it's been two and half years without a woman in his poor life" Andy teased, chuckling.
"Enough with the nonsense," Stuart said, tired of their investigations, he grabbed his glass of whiskey and headed towards the dance floor and walked straight to the ladies table which caught his attention earlier
"Hi," he greeted warmly
"Hey!" she replied, flashing a broad, genuine smile.
"You look gorgeous," Stuart said, unable to hold back the compliment.
*Katelyn's POV*
Katelyn was enjoying a carefree night with Carissa when a ridiculously attractive man approached them,with a glass of wine in his hand. Katelyn felt something unfamiliar flutter through her chest as soon as she heard his voice. Normally,she would even care if he was there but she felt herself smiling,"tonight seems different" she thought to herself.
"Thanks," she replied, still smiling.
"I'm Carissa Kayle," Carissa said, introducing herself.
"Nice to meet you," he nodded. "Mind if I have a dance with your sister?" he asked, glancing at Katelyn
"No, no! I don't dance," Katelyn quickly declined, but Carissa shot her a death look that says she wasn't letting me off the hook.
"Of course! You're welcome to dance with her!" Carissa responded enthusiastically.
"Rissa?" Katelyn exclaimed, glaring at her
"Look, no isolation tonight, okay? You better hit the dance floor with this handsome stranger, or I'm finding someone else for you!" she said, her eyes wide with determination.
"Shall we?" Katelyn found herself doing the asking, turning to him. He watched with an amused smile. Feeling tipsy, Katelyn danced to the rhythm of the music, forgetting her worries for a while. They moved in sync with the music, and before Katelyn could realize it, she found her hands on his chest, which was exposed slightly by the unbuttoned top of his shirt, her hand felt like that of a child on Stuart's chest and he felt a spark in his hert.
"What the heck is this random lady up to?' he asked himself with uneasy as he watched Katelyn torment him with her touch, Lost in the moment, completely unaware of her act, Katelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, her voice barely audible over the music.