The bass thrummed through the dimly lit pub, vibrating through the floor, seeping into skin. Bodies swayed, tangled in the sultry rhythm, lost in the heat of the night.
And at the center of it all—Tara.
She moved like sin incarnate.
A deep red slip dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric riding up her thighs with every slow, teasing sway of her hips. Thin straps barely held it in place, exposing golden skin, the deep cut of the neckline offering just enough to tempt, to taunt.
Adi saw her the moment he walked in.
He had come for a drink. A distraction. Not this. Not her.
Yet, there he was, standing at the bar, whiskey untouched, eyes locked onto the woman who moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to every man watching.
Especially him.
The soft glow of the neon lights kissed her skin, making her glisten. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly damp with heat, tendrils sticking to her collarbone.
God, she was fucking mesmerizing.
Adi leaned against the bar, rolling his sleeves up, the black of his fitted shirt stretching over his forearms. His toned frame, dressed in dark jeans and polished boots, exuded quiet dominance. A man who didn’t chase—but was used to being chased.
Yet, something about her made him move.
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And at the center of it all—Tara.
She moved like sin incarnate.
A deep red slip dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the silky fabric riding up her thighs with every slow, teasing sway of her hips. Thin straps barely held it in place, exposing golden skin, the deep cut of the neckline offering just enough to tempt, to taunt.
Adi saw her the moment he walked in.
He had come for a drink. A distraction. Not this. Not her.
Yet, there he was, standing at the bar, whiskey untouched, eyes locked onto the woman who moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to every man watching.
Especially him.
The soft glow of the neon lights kissed her skin, making her glisten. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly damp with heat, tendrils sticking to her collarbone.
God, she was fucking mesmerizing.
Adi leaned against the bar, rolling his sleeves up, the black of his fitted shirt stretching over his forearms. His toned frame, dressed in dark jeans and polished boots, exuded quiet dominance. A man who didn’t chase—but was used to being chased.
Yet, something about her made him move.
Next Chapter: Click here
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