You said you were in a meeting but posted a club photo,You step out of the rideshare, humming,feeling cute, minding your business,completely unaware that your phone is about to betray you in HD,You take one picture..One.. A harmless selfie with neon lights behind you..You post it on your story without thinking,And that’s where your peace ends Because the moment you step inside the club, your phone starts vibrating like a possessed blender. Missed call,Missed call.

Then a message.

Him: Where are youYou freeze You swallow You text back“In the meeting?”Your fingers are shaking so hard the question mark looks guilty,His reply arrives instantly HimLook at your storyYour soul leaves your body,You open your story,There you are,Full glam,Club lights blazing behind you like you’re headlining a concert You whisper to yourself“I’m dèad.”Your phone rings again You answer,He doesn’t even say hello

“Meeting?”he repeats, voice too calm to be safe“Since when do your business meetings have disco balls?”*You press a hand to your forehead.“It was an accident—”“So you accidentally walked into a club?”“I meant the post was an accident!”“Oh”His voice sharpens“So the club wasn’t?”You drag in a breath.“My friends dragged me here—”

“Which friends?”he cuts in“What time did they drag you?Did they drag you past security too?Did they drag you to the bar already?Should I expect you to be dragged to someone’s VIP table next?”

*You groan. “Can you stop being so—” “Overprotective? Dramatic? Correct?”You pinch the bridge of your nose.“I’m leaving soon.”“No,You’re leaving now.”“You can’t tell me to..” “I’m already outside.”Your heart slams against your ribs“You’re WHAT?”“Outside,Front entrance..Come out”You turn toward the exit,He’s there Arms crossed,Jaw set,Looking at you like he’s deciding between hugging you or banning you from nightlife forever,He sighs louder“You”are never telling me you’re in a meeting again without proof.”And you know he means it