Chapter 2 Meeting Donna 1

"Are you here with her?" asked the lady, referring to Chloe who was already in Oliver's arms. Oliver furrowed his eyebrows, studying the face of the lady in front of him. His thoughts remained mysterious as his gaze lingered on her.

"Hello, why do you keep staring like that?" the lady inquired, breaking the silence.

"Well, anyway, now that the little girl is not lost, I'll be on my way!" the lady hastily announced, trying to maintain composure. She turned to leave.

"Wait," Oliver called out, halting her movements. The lady stopped abruptly, biting her lip nervously. When she turned back, a seemingly normal smile adorned her face.

Oliver approached her, causing her to clench her fist beside her, uncertain of his intentions based on his expression. Standing in front of her, he began to speak.

"I know you, you're from..." Oliver's sentence was cut off as the lady quickly interjected, "Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else. This is my first time seeing you."

Oliver attempted to say something, but his words were interrupted by another girl. "Donna?!" she exclaimed, walking towards them and facing Donna.

"Where did you run off to? I thought you were following me, but when I turned around, you were nowhere to be seen..." The girl's voice trailed off as she became captivated by the man's presence. "Damn, this guy looks too good," she thought to herself, unable to resist the allure.

"Donna called, snapping the young girl, Ariana, out of her daydream. "Let's go," Donna urged, pulling Ariana alongside her. Ariana couldn't help but blurt out, "Who is that god-like guy? He's so handsome!"

Donna rolled her eyes and continued leading her sister away. Nearly caught off guard, Donna hadn't expected him to recognize her after altering her appearance. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, but she knew she needed to be more cautious in the future.

Oliver stood there, his mind consumed by the memories of what had transpired the night he ventured into the club. Images flickered relentlessly through his thoughts, an endless replay of the events that had unfolded.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through his reverie. "Hey man! Why are you just standing there?" Jake approached him, a mix of concern and curiosity on his face.

Jake's's eyes shifted towards Chloe, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You little rascal, where did you rush off to?" he reprimanded playfully. Chloe responded with a pout, her lips curled in an adorable manner that softened Jake's previous nagging.

Jake sighed as he followed Oliver's gaze, scanning the surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. The bustling crowd in the vicinity seemed nothing out of ordinary, nothing that would warrant such intense focus. He turned back to Oliver, puzzled by the lack of expression on his face. "Hey man, are you alright?" Jake asked, genuine concern evident in his voice, wondering if it was a familiar face that had caught Oliver's attention.

Oliver slowly turned his head to meet Jake's gaze before wordlessly turning away and walking off. Jake scoffed, frustration building within him as he cursed Oliver under his breath. "What a bloody cold stone of a man," he muttered to himself, before mustering the determination to follow in Oliver's footsteps, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

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Later that evening, they found themselves outside a club. "A club?!" Jake exclaimed, studying Oliver's stoic expression. A smirk tugged at the corners of Jake's mouth.

"Finally, my dear friend has decided to shed his boring persona, huh? I can't believe it... what changed your mind? I thought you wanted to be a monk. Seems like you can't resist those pretty faces, huh? Come on, let's get in and stop standing here."

Jake's face beamed with excitement as he brushed past Oliver, leading the way into the extravagant establishment. It was high time Oliver let go of his troubles and embraced the joys of life. Jake was thrilled for his friend, not bothering to inquire about what had prompted Oliver to start frequenting clubs.

Once inside, Oliver made a beeline for the bar, taking a seat and casting his eyes around the vibrant surroundings. Jake had already disappeared into the crowd, engrossed in his own playful adventures with the women in attendance.

The bartender, a seasoned professional with a no-nonsense demeanor, approached Oliver. "Mister, what can I get you?" he inquired, having finished serving the group of rowdy individuals next to the bar. Oliver redirected his focus to the bartender and replied softly, "Just whiskey!"

"Okay, great," said the bartender before confidently heading off to retrieve Oliver's order. The spot where Oliver was seated provided a perfect vantage point to observe the entirety of the bustling club hall.

The bartender served Oliver his drink, and he took a sip while scanning the crowd for a specific person. He had come to this club to find someone in particular, convinced that she worked here. This was his chosen sanctuary to regain composure after an unexpected visit from his father had left his emotions in disarray.

Lost in thought, Oliver was suddenly snapped back to reality by a soft voice. He turned his gaze towards the source and noticed a woman dressed in a revealing outfit, instantly evoking a flash of recognition in his mind. The woman caught his glance and smiled, realizing he hadn't initially heard her.

"Are you new here? Because I've never seen anyone as handsome as you in this club before," the woman said, her sweet smile revealing her interest in him. Oliver replied curtly, "No." He wasn't truly interested but didn't wish to appear impolite.

Due to the loud music, his response went unheard by the woman. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you," she leaned forward, taking advantage of the opportunity. Uncomfortable with her proximity, Oliver leaned back, his brows furrowing, growing increasingly irritated.

Noticing his discomfort, the woman gracefully moved back but couldn't help but be captivated by his striking appearance. His strong jawline and impeccably styled hair made for a mesmerizing sight. "Apologies for invading your personal space. I'm Mia. And what might your name be?" she asked, hoping to strike a conversation.

Oliver, however, remained fixated on someone else in the distance-a masked individual gracefully ascending the pole to begin a captivating dance. Mia felt a pang of disappointment at the lack of attention she was receiving, but she refused to give up-a man as enticing as Oliver was a prize she wanted to claim for herself.

She looked at the direction of where he was looking at and saw the person he was starring at Dancing around the pole flawlessly drawing men attention towards her. She knew who it was and that made her frown.

Wasn't she beautiful and sexy enough?

She looked at Oliver whose eyes were still on that figure dancing around the pole..

She tighten her fist in annoyance and stood right in front of Oliver.

Oliver frowned seeing that his view was blocked, he looked up and saw it was Mia.

" Hey, I've introduced myself before but you weren't listening, are you okay. Look , I'm Mia and you don't have to tell me your name, if you want my service, I can render it to you for free " she said boldly.

Oliver face darken the more knowing what she was talking about.

" Move aside!" Oliver said threatening.

Mia shrinker back after seeing his bone piercing gaze which was warning her.

She obediently moved aside and apologized " I'm sorry but....." Before she could finish saying what she wanted to say, he already stood up and walked away from her.

She turned looking at his back making his way toward the stripper. She wouldn't let this go like this. No guy she ever met, would decline her this way.

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Oliver finally arrived at the foot of the little stage and looked up.

There were like six stages like the one in front of him with a pole in the middle and every single one of them were already occupied by strippers who were already entertaining the men.

Donna turned, twisting her body sexily but paused upon seeing the person in front of her.

What is she going to do? Should she continue dancing and pretend but he already saw her reaction when she saw him. What should she do? She thought....