Neveah Aurora North:

'I can't believe we're actually doing this.' Cataleya whispers a little unsure. I nod and smile at her.

She looks absolutely stunning in the beige dress Brandon gave her. It makes her hourglass figure pop out. Brandon begged to do our make-up, and we let him. Her lips have a light shade, mostly lip gloss, and a little gold-brownish eyeshadow.

Her long curls almost reach her ass, but it's absolutely gorgeous. She hasn't worn her hair down in a while, probably since we've been busy with work and all.

'We look good!' I exclaim, looking at us in the mirror.

Brandon did a fantastic job at picking out clothes for us. He gave me a short, black skirt with a dark-green satin top that has two spaghetti straps. I would've never worn this if it wasn't for him.

I don't like tight clothes and this skirt is the tightest thing I've ever worn, but I love this outfit. My own lips are dark, some type of dark mahogany tint. Again, I would never dress up this much for a night out, but Brandon insisted.

'I really like that color on you.' She states, staring at my top for a second. I smile and turn around, so I can look at the back. It's made out of strings that are crossing my back and tied to the straps leading to my neck. 'I do too.'

'Girls, come on!' Celine shouts from our bedroom. We walk into the room, smiling at Brandon and Celine.

Brandon is wearing a typical bad boy outfit, dark jeans with a bright shirt on top, which totally fits him. Celine on the other hand is wearing the most gorgeous dark blue dress I've ever seen. She usually doesn't wear clothes that stick to her skin, but this dress looks tightly wrapped around her waist.

I didn't know she had a figure like that, but holy shit. She's absolutely stunning.

'I am so happy that we look this damn good!' Brandon exclaims, proud of his accomplishment. I nod his way and smile. He's totally right. We look hot as fuck.

'Let's go, the cab should be here in a few minutes.' Celine pulls us to the hall and starts walking to the main hall.

Since Brandon practically forced us to wear heels, I'm not as fast as I wish to be. I absolutely hate heels. But they do match the outfit, so one night won't hurt. Right?

We make our way outside, enjoying the last rays of the sun as it's about to set. The sky turns a gorgeous shade of orange. I take a deep breath, enjoying the view as we rush to the taxi.

The sweet gentleman opens the door and smiles at us, letting us enter the car.

'Le Carmen, monsieur.' Celine chimes, before turning back to us. 'It's one of the best clubs in France!'

'Are you sure they won't find out?' Leya aks nervously. She's so scared that they might find out and get angry again. To be honest, I am too.

I know Celine said she would take the blame, but that doesn't matter. We both know Rio won't hesitate to hurt us again, even if she sacrifices herself for us, he won't care.

The whole ride to the city is fun. Brandon and I sing to some songs on the radio and the driver sings along sometimes.

'On est là.' The driver says before stepping out of the car. I lurk out the window and notice that we're in the middle of the city again. The older man opens the door and waits for us to get out.

'Merci' Celine smiles at the older man as they hug each other. It's obvious they know each other.

Sometimes I forget that Celine can talk fluent French, but then her accent comes in, making me smile at the way she pronounces some words. 'Let's get wasted!'

Brandon pulls me forward and does a little dance as we walk towards the sidewalk. The streets are crowded. People from all around the world seem to be here since there are a lot of different languages spoken around us.

We cross the street, almost getting run over by a car, and run to the other side of the road. 'Idiot.' Celine mumbles under her breath, even though we weren't allowed to cross the road there.

'Is this it?' Brandon asks, pointing at a blue door. The door looks pretty simple, but the line in front says differently. It goes around the entire block, circling back to the front of the line.

'Yes.' Celine nods, pulling us towards the entrance. People that have been waiting for a long time, groan and look at us with daggers for eyes. It's unfair, I get it. But I don't really care.

'Bonjour gentlemen.' She chimes as they step aside, smiling at us. What? They let us pass as if those hundred people aren't waiting to get inside. 'I know the owner.' She smiles at us, dragging us further into the building.

We enter a room filled with chairs that look like their about to break. People are seated, standing, and talking about things they're passionate about. Soothing jazz music is being played by a live band, right next to the bar.

This place looks more like a victorian bar than a club, but it certainly has a great aesthetic to it. I glance at the ceiling, enjoying the detailed carvings in it, and almost bump into a group of girls. 'Putain!' I quickly rush to the others, who apparently already ordered a round of shots.

'On a fun night!' Brandon squeals, handing me a shot. I let the aroma fill my nostrils and smile. It's tequila. Straight fucking tequila. 'Are you sure?' I ask Leya since alcohol isn't really her thing. 'One won't hurt.'

We all smile and cling our glasses against one another, gulping them down all at once. The burning of the liquid slides down to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire on its way. God, I missed this!

'Another one!' Brandon shouts and the bartender serves us another round. Leya kindly declines and asks for a simple cocktail, which another bartender starts making. It's a gorgeous-looking woman with dark brown hair and light blue eyes.

After a few shots, Celine jumps off her chair. 'Now let's get to business.' What? We follow Celine to the back of the bar and go through another door. A soon as the door opens, we are greeted by a loud bass.

"Oh, the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride" A slowed-down version of Toxic by Britney Spears is playing and people are enjoying it. "Your toxic, I'm slippin' under."

We're standing at the top of a staircase, leading down to the dancefloor. There are also stairs going even higher, probably to a place where you can sit and chill. Maybe it leads to the office of the owner.

"With a taste of a poison paradise. I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?"

To the right side of the room is a bar with red neon lights around it, making it stick out in the dimly lit room. Flashes of red, purple, and gold fly through the air thanks to the lights going around the room.

The room is filled with people, tightly pressed against each other, as they all move to the beat. People are grinding on each other everywhere, making it like a totally insane place. The sexual tension is thick in the air, making me wish I had someone to dance with right now.

'Come on!' I pull Cataleya with me, down the stairs, and run to the dancefloor. Leya smiles at me, trying to stay as close as possible since it's almost impossible to stay close to one another.

'Let's fucking go!' Brandon yells just loud enough to get over the music. He dances next to me, our backs touching each other slightly.

We move to the rhythm, letting the bass go through my entire body. I feel like everyone around me simply ignores our existence as we dance around each other.

'Now ladies! I expect you to grind real hard for the next one!' The DJ shouts, his accent thicker than Celine's will ever be. Damn...

"I know this little girl, her name is Maxine. Her beauty is like a bunch of rose" My eyes widen as the song starts playing on the speakers and immediately stare at Cataleya. She smiles at me and slowly moves my way, wrapping her hands around my waist as we grind onto each other.

This is our song. We loved it ever since her mother introduced it to us. It's absolutely amazing.

'Okay!' Celine shouts, swaying her hips from side to side.

"Murder she wrote" Couples or just one-night stands, around us grind against each other in the most sensual way ever. It looks perfect.

'Murder she wrote!' Cataleya and I shout at the right time, enjoying ourselves for the first time in weeks. The song goes on for a while and we keep dancing. I notice how some men are staring at us, mostly at Leya.

I wrap my arms around her and smile at her, hoping she won't get weirded out by all the men staring at her. Usually, she's blind for it. She never realizes that people, especially men, are watching her.

'I want another drink!' Brandon shouts in my ear, making me smile at him. 'Me too!' I reply, grabbing his arm as we head to the bar. Celine steps into my place, staying close to Cataleya who's too busy dancing to follow us. She'll survive...

Brandon swiftly moves past all the people, leaving me to fend for myself as I'm consumed by the crowd. The wave of people leads me to the opposite direction of the bar. The moment Brandon gets out of sight, I panic.

I'm alone in a place I don't know.

'Est-ce que ça va?' I look up, into the brightest green eyes I've ever seen. A handsome young man, about 6 feet tall, with emerald green eyes and dark blond hair, shouts into my ear. 'What?' I shout back.

He smiles at me, showing me his pretty white teeth as he does. 'Are you okay?' I shake my head and let him pull me towards a quieter area.

I feel like I'm finally able to breathe, without being squished by the crowd. Trust me, I like this type of shit, but not on my own.

'I'm Gabriël.' He chimes, stepping away from me since there is no music blasting in our ears here. 'Neveah.' I smile at him and try to look back inside, trying to find Brandon, Celine, or Cataleya.

'Are you feeling better now?' He asks, stepping a little closer to me. I feel his hot breath against my neck and freeze. The softened music goes on in the background, making this way more sensual than needed. This place is making me so horny...

'I should get back to my friends.' I say, smiling like crazy. This man is absolutely gorgeous. There is no way in hell he would be interested in someone like me. He nods and opens the door for me, letting me step back in first. Which I do.

"Ain't nobody tryna save ya. Baby, get that paper" A remix of Or Nah is blasting through the room, sending shivers down my spine.

'See you around, belle.' He smirks, before walking away from me. All I want to do is run after him and just kiss him. It's the right setting and everything. So I do. I grab his arm and pull him back, pressing my lips against his.

I barely know him. I just know that I'm horny and desperate for the release of all this built-up shit. I need to have sex again.

For some reason, he doesn't oppose. Gabriël simply wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up, just enough to make me get on my toes.

Everything streams out, all the emotions that built-up to this point. Everything. Every piece of anger, desire, hate, and love. Just everything.

I arch into him and feel his arms wrap around me even tighter. His arms feel similar to Tiago's, making me want this even more. Even though I should be mad at him, I kiss the person that feels like him. Or at least, what I think he feels like.

I haven't kissed him in years, so how the fuck am I supposed to know.

'Come with me.' Gabriël grabs my hand, pulling me back to the dancefloor. "Show me is you really 'bout your money girl or nah?" He turns me around, pressing his crotch against my ass. I grind upon him, wanting to go somewhere more private again so we can do whatever we want.

People press up against me again, but all I can feel is Gabriëls body grinding onto mine. His hands go to my hips, slowly moving me from side to side to the rhythm of the music.

I feel him breathing in my neck again, and rest my back against his chest. He's not as hard as Tiago, but that doesn't matter. Quit comparing them!

'Keep going...' I mumble as he's the one moving me now. He chuckles, turns me around, and kisses me again. Right when the beat drops and everyone nearby goes crazy.

Everyone is jumping everywhere, forcing us to stop kissing and jump with them. I smile and look around, enjoying every flash of light that falls on my skin as we dance through the room.

But then. My eyes fall on his. Just like six years ago.

His hazel-eyes make Gabriëls bright eyes seem like boring contact lenses. He's the one with the pretty eyes. He's the one with the lips I want to kiss. He's the one with the arms I want around me. But I hate him.

His eyes burn through me as he leans over the railing and stares at me. How long was he looking at me? I step away from Gabriël, suddenly feeling a little ashamed of my actions. I've never felt ashamed of kissing someone in public, but now I do. Because of him.

Tiago's lips curl up into a grin as he waves at me and points in the direction of the bar. I follow his finger and see Brandon, Celine, and Cataleya, sitting on some chairs and having a good time.

I quickly rush over to them and try to catch my breath. 'They're here.' 'What?' I nod and take a shot, trying to get this feeling to go away. This is the last thing I need right now.

We came here to get rid of whatever this feeling is, yet it's the only thing I've felt all night. Doubt...

Doubts about the decisions I've made. Doubt about the words I said and about the things I did. Doubts about everything.

'Wait what?' Celine asks, barely standing on her own. She's absolutely wasted already. 'I kissed someone and I think he saw and they're here!' I shout at them, completely panicking by the fact that the Curzio's are here.

'Everything will be fine-' Celine says, her words barely form a complete sentence, 'I got it under control!'

'You sure do Elle. You sure do.' I don't dare turn around, but I know it's him. Not just by the sound of his voice but because I can feel it.

The music changes from something rockish to pop again, Needed Me by Rihanna starts blasting through the room.

I step away, towards Cataleya, and pull her with me to the dancefloor. The last thing I want is for him to talk to me. He never liked dancing, so I don't think he'll go anywhere near the dancefloor.

"Feeling jaded huh?" Cataleya sighs deeply and looks at me with that look. She's been pushing me to talk to him for the past few days, but I'm not going to take the first step. No way.

'Let's just have a good time, please?!' I beg, pulling her against me again. She giggles in my ear and moves her hips to the rhythm of the music. I look back up, where Tiago was standing just seconds ago, and notice Rio looking at us.

He doesn't seem very pleased, but he's too busy with Marco and someone standing next to him, to actually do something about it.

The crowd moves closer, somehow getting in between us again, and pulls us apart. I huff and try not to freak out again, I should be just fine for a few seconds.

Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against a hard chest. His hard chest. I gasp for air and almost stop moving. The only thing that's stopping me from standing still entirely is his arms around my waist.

Just like with Gabriël, he's the one doing all the work. He's the one moving me.

'Keep dancing, Neveah...' He whispers, sending shivers down my spine. I lean against his hard chest, enjoying this way more than Gabriël.

Gabriël was fine, he was good, but Tiago is heavenly. Tiago is absolute perfection.

I do as he says and grind my ass against his crotch as his arms keep me steady.

"Now you hate to confess" The lyrics are so relatable right now. I hate to confess, I hate to admit the truth.

I want to feel Tiago. I want him to touch, kiss, and fuck me. I want all of him. Not for forever, but just for now. I want him to ruin me, just one more time. Maybe then I'll move on. Maybe then I'll learn my lesson.

'Tiago...' I groan, feeling his hot breath on my shoulder in ways I didn't know was possible. Never has a man breathing in my neck turned me on this much. 'What is it cara?' He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine again.

Even though he's whispering, I can hear him very loud and clear. It's as if everything else is muted by some invisible cloak. 'Fuck me.'

He chuckles against the crook of my neck and takes a deep breath. 'Don't start what you can't-' I turn around, pulling him towards me by his shirt, and look deep into his eyes. 'Fuck me Tiago.'

Without any difficulties, he turns me around again, wrapping his arms around me even tighter so that I won't be able to pull something like that again. 'As tempting as that sounds,' I gasp for air as I feel his lips on my shoulder.

He leaves a trail of hot kisses going from one shoulder to the other, 'I don't think it's such a smart idea.' He whispers as he stops at the scar on my left shoulder. Slowly he lets go of my waist and gently graces the mark with his rough fingers.

I absolutely hate him for doing it. It reminds me of the fact why I tried ignoring him for the past week. He won't let me go because he's too selfish. 'Thorns.' He sighs deeply, but steps away from me.

I walk away, back to the bar, and take another shot, enjoying the burn in my throat once more. 'Neveah...' 'Leave me alone. Go back to Rio.' He sighs and watches me as I take a few more shots.

The reason I keep drinking is sitting right beside me, watching my every move. Annoying the fuck out of me.

Without warning, he grabs my arm and pulls me after him, into another room that barely lets any music in. Just as I'm about to turn back, he steps in front of me, blocking every way out for me.

'Move Tiago.' He sighs and does the exact opposite of what I demand. 'Talk to me.' 'There is nothing to talk about since you won't fucking listen!' I shout, trying to push him away. It doesn't work.

'I'll listen. Just tell me what you have to say. Tell me what's on your mind.' 'I want to go home. Away from all of this.' I point at us and the club he just pulled me out of. 'Why?'

'Because I don't want this!' I lean against the wall, letting the cold tiles press against my skin. It's absolutely what I need right now, calming and pulling me back to reality. 'Don't say that...' Tiago mumbles, stepping towards me.

He's inches away from me and looks directly at me again. Oh god, I want to kiss him...

'I kissed someone else.' I state, wanting him to know the truth before we do what we're about to do. But it's the biggest mistake I've made so far.

'What?' He asks, completely in shock by my confession. I nod and press my hands against his chest, not wanting him to move closer, but not wanting to push him away either.

Anger fills his eyes and I gulp the lump in my throat. 'I wanted to have a good time and-'

And then I go quiet. A gunshot startles both of us and makes both of us turn towards the door he just pulled me through.

'Cazzo!' I turn back to him and watch as he grabs a gun from his back pocket. 'Stay right here. I'll be right back.' He says, moving closer to the door, away from me.

'No, I'm coming with you. Cataleya is in there and-' 'Neveah I swear to god! You're staying here!'

Another gunshot and loud screaming from different people. 'Shit.' Tiago pulls me down as people start shooting at the door, creating holes in them. 'Just fucking listen, for once.' He whispers, wrapping me in his arms tightly.

For once, I nod. I'll listen and pray to god that the others are fine.