Chapter 1: Introduction
Albert and Justine enter in the bar, they were talking
quietly and laughing, unaware of the storm brewing within their hearts. They sat down and ordered their drinks, their hands fidgeting with anticipation. Their eyes met in fleeting glances, revealing the nervousness and uncertainty that lay beneath their façade of calm demeanor.
As they conversed, the tension between them grew palpable, like a slow-burning fuse igniting the air around them. Every stolen glance, every subtle brush of the arm, every lingering touch felt like a forbidden embrace.
Justine's gaze wandered towards the entrance, scanning the crowd for signs of life.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of Matthieu, her heart skipping a beat. She knew something was off about him; there was an aura radiating from him that seemed almost magnetic. It was as if he had been cast in a leading role, destined to play out his part in her life.
Albert couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched Justine converse with Matthieu. The way she laughed at his jokes, the way she leaned in close to whisper something in his ear, all of it stung like a thousand tiny needles.
Matthieu : " so you came in a romantical date with albert ?"
Justine" no no , we are just friend, nothing more"
Matthieu: "well then i am happy to see you again , come , let dance"
As soon as Matthieu grabbed Justine's hand, leading her onto the dance floor, Albert could sense the change in the atmosphere. The music blared loudly through the speakers, drowning out any potential conversation. Matthieu pulled Justine closer, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her heart raced with excitement, feeling the heat of his body close to hers.
Their bodies moved in sync, swaying back and forth in time with the rhythmic beats.
Matthieu's confident grin never left his face; he held her closely, his hand resting possessively on her hip. Justine, feeling the warmth of his breath against her neck, found herself lost in the sensual dance.
She couldn't help but notice how different Matthieu was from Albert - he was bold, assertive, and completely comfortable in his own skin. The energy between them was electric, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It felt right, natural even, and she couldn't deny the feelings stirring inside her.
Matthieu tunr justine on back and dance with his hand on her hips, justine began to mover her ass
on Matthieu crotch. Matthieu grin widen and he start to grope her breast under her shirt. Justine moan softly, as his hand caress her nipples. The music thrummed loudly, adding fuel to the fire burning between them.
A few moments later, Justine whispered in Matthieu's ear, "Let's get out of here." He nodded eagerly, his grip tightening around her waist. Justine looked across the room, meeting Albert's tearful gaze once more. She saw the hurt reflected in his eyes, but it only fueled her desire.
She totaly ignored albert, she was moving like a slut, she took Matthieu into her arms and continu to dance stuck to him.
Matthieu grinned, his voice low and confident. "What do you say we take this party to a whole new level?" Justine smiled coyly, looking up at him with her sparkling green eyes. "I wouldn't want to disappoint such a charming gentleman. How about I show you where we can make some noise of our own?"
With one last wink at Albert, who stood frozen in disbelief, Justine led Matthieu out of the club. The heavy metal door swung shut behind them, leaving Albert alone with his shattered dreams.