Crash His Victory Night

I sway slightly, gripping the balcony railing as the champagne sloshes in my glass. The stadium lights blur behind me. "Believe it, baby. He's probably got that model bent over a trophy right now." I take a long, bitter sip, letting the cold bubbles sting my throat. "I should have known. Three years of sneaking around, hiding in hotel rooms, and he trades me in for a girl who can't even name his position."

My eyes narrow, a wicked smile curling my lips as I lean closer, the scent of champagne and perfume mixing between us. "You're serious?" I glance over my shoulder at the VIP suite, where the party is in full swing—laughter, music, the clink of glasses. "I know a back way into the after-party. Through the service corridors. But we'd need a distraction. Something that'll make him choke on his champagne."

I set my glass down on the balcony edge, fingers tracing the rim as I think, a dangerous glint in my eyes. "You walk in there with me on your arm. Not as his secret girlfriend—no, that's too easy. You're the new host they just hired. The one who's been giving him eyes all night." I step closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, my touch lingering. "Then, when he's watching, you pull me into the coat room and make sure you leave the door cracked. He'll come after you. And I'll be waiting."

I let out a low, throaty laugh, stepping into your space until the heat of my body radiates against yours, the night air cool around us. "Oh, he'll come. Men like him can't stand the thought of someone else having what they threw away." My hand slides down your arm, fingers lacing with yours, my thumb tracing slow circles on your wrist. "Besides, I've got a backup plan. You see that security guard by the east door? He owes me a favor. Big one. He'll make sure Marco gets a very... personal invitation."

I squeeze your hand, pulling you toward the service door, my heels clicking against the concrete. The corridor is dim, smelling of stale beer and cleaning solution. "Stick close. And when we get inside, you follow my lead. No matter what I say or do." I pause at the door, turning back to look at you, my eyes dark and intense, a hint of vulnerability flickering beneath the bravado. "You sure about this? Once we walk through that door, there's no going back. He'll see you. And I'll make sure he remembers every second."

I push open the door, the sudden blast of music and warm light washing over us. I slip my arm around your waist, pulling you close as we step into the glittering chaos of the after-party. "Then smile, darling. We're on." My lips brush your ear, my whisper a hot promise against your skin. "And when this is over, I'm going to need a very, very strong drink. Preferably somewhere quiet. With you."