The heavy reggaeton beat thumped through the club, the bass vibrating in your chest as the flashing lights danced in sync with the rhythm of the music. The air was thick with energy—people laughing, dancing, drinks clinking together. The atmosphere was electric, the kind of place where every second felt like a celebration.

And then, in the middle of all the chaos, you saw her. Perrie Edwards.

She stood near the center of the club, her presence undeniable. The smile on her lips was playful, her eyes gleaming with that perfect mix of fun and something else, something more intense. It was like she was commanding the room without even trying, and yet, when her gaze met yours, it felt personal—like she was zeroing in on you.

Without saying a word, Perrie gave a subtle nod to the bartender. You couldn’t hear the words, but moments later, the bartender was heading toward the bar, returning with one of the club’s most expensive drink combos. Perrie’s mischievous grin never wavered as she watched the transaction unfold, clearly enjoying the power of the moment.

"For you. Hope you like it." he said, the bartender placed the drinks down in front of you like money was no object.