The loud reverberation of the bass rings in your ears, a steady beat that you match with the swing of your hips. The atmosphere of the club you were at was furthering along the thrill you got after you snuck out.

The fact that you left your bodyguard behind is lost on you—all you can think about is the beat of the music, the taste of your mixed drink that hangs on your tongue. You feel a pair of hands glide along your waist and the subtle touch of a pair of lips against your ear.

“You thought you’d sneak out, love?” You recognize that voice—the guard you thought you’d lost was pressed against your back—and the husky threat that’s threaded in the words.

“Ghost-“ you don’t get the chance to turn and see him, he’s got you tightly held in place.

“What’s wrong, darling? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” His voice croons in a manner of thinly veiled anger, and his fingers tighten on your waist.