"Go away!! I don't want you here with me!"
The sharp, angry voice of a girl echoed through the air, silencing the chatter around us
"Oye, what's happening there?" John muttered, already pushing forward through the group of club-goers.
"Let's check it out," I said, my voice firm, already striding ahead.
The pulsing bass of the music thrummed through the area, but the unsettling energy ahead of us cut through the haze of neon lights and cigarette smoke. My instincts were on high alert as I led the way, my gaze locking onto the scene unfolding near a high-top table.
John, Tasha, Mia, Lisa, and I moved as a unit, but the closer we got, the more the unease situation came into our view.
There, in the dim glow of the open restaurant, a well-dressed man in a fitted navy-blue suit stood too close to a woman. His presence was overwhelming—dominating her in a way that wasn't attraction but intimidation. His fingers wrapped around her wrist as he spoke into her ear, his body pressing against hers with an entitlement that made everyone's stomach churn.
But I have to admit, she was stunning. Someone you want on bed right away and release everything inside her. But obviously you have to work to make it through.
A black, transparent mini skirt clung to her curves, her toned legs crossed in resistance. The deep neckline of her top left her cleavage exposed, a distraction to anyone who didn't notice the look in her eyes—discomfort, frustration, the quiet kind of fear that came when you knew nobody would step in for you.
Her shoulders were tense, her hands gripping the table behind her as if grounding herself.
A few men stood nearby, watching with lazy amusement. Some smirked. Some whispered. Others just sipped their drinks, uninterested in doing anything but spectating.
The security guards? Nowhere to be found.
Lisa let out a sharp breath. "This is so fucking wrong."
Tasha's arms were crossed, her lips curled in disgust. "And nobody's stopping him?"
Mia shook her head, her hands clenched into fists. "People are *laughing.* It's sick."
Even John, usually the chillest of us, had his jaw clenched. "That guy looks like he owns the damn place."
The woman twisted her arm in an attempt to free herself, but the man's grip tightened.
"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" he drawled, his tone thick with condescension.
She yanked again. "I'm tired. I told you, leave me alone."
He only chuckled, his free hand reaching for her ass, as he rubbed it and played around with it. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I think these are calling me to you."
Her expression twisted in frustration. "I said no."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the delicate skin of her neck. His other hand slid lower—between her thighs and slipping inside her panties.
Before I knew it, I was moving. My body cut through the space between them like a blade.
With a swift, firm grip, I seized his wrist and wrenched it away from her.
"That's enough," I said, my voice low but deadly clear.
The man jerked backward slightly, as if stunned someone had actually intervened. He straightened his suit as if I'd dirtied it by touching him.
His sharp brown eyes flickered to me, a mixture of annoyance and amusement flashing across his face. "Who the fuck are you?"
I ignored his question and turned to the woman instead. "Are you okay?"
Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. She nodded quickly, relief washing over her features.
"Hey," the man scoffed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
My gaze snapped back to him. "Stopping you."
He smirked. "Stopping me?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "You have no idea who you're talking to, do you?"
I tilted my head. "I don't need to." I gestured toward the scene he had created. "Your actions already tell me everything I need to know."
His eyes narrowed. His amusement had been replaced with irritation.
"You don't know the situation," he muttered, straightening his tie. "This is between us. You're just some asshole looking to be a hero."
I took a step closer, my presence forcing him to meet my gaze head-on. "She told you no. She told you she was tired. She told you to leave her alone. And you? You decided that what you wanted was more important than what she wanted."
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I could feel the heat of my anger building, but I kept my voice measured, controlled.
"You think this is nothing?" I asked, my tone like ice. "You're a grown man. You know damn well what no means. You know when a woman is uncomfortable. But you ignored it. Why?"
His expression flickered. "I—"
"Because you think it doesn't matter," I continued. "Because you think she should just let you. Because you think guys like you don't have to listen when a woman says stop."
He scoffed, shaking his head. "You're twisting this."
I took another step forward, lowering my voice just enough to make it feel personal.
"Let me guess," I murmured. "You've done this before. Maybe not , but close. Maybe you grabbed a girl's waist at a bar when she pulled away. Maybe you kept texting when she stopped answering. Maybe you've had women in your life—sisters, friends, exes—tell you that something made them uncomfortable, and you brushed it off."
I nodded slowly. "This is what that turns into. When you ignore the small things, they grow into bigger things. And soon? You're this guy. The guy who doesn't stop until someone makes him stop."
A ripple of murmurs spread through the onlookers. The spectators weren't smirking anymore. Some of them looked at the woman, truly seeing her discomfort for the first time. A couple of them even glanced at each other, shifting uneasily.
A woman in the crowd spoke up. "He's right. She looked scared."