A/N: Honestly, I don't know why the spacing is so big when I transfer a chapter onto Wattpad. On my word document it's only two spaces between paragraphs, but on here it's like five. I don't have the patience to go through and delete them(it's 2 in the morning), so I hope you can bear with it. :*
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Once again, Sasuke Uchiha found himself inside the all too familiar club at the peak of nighttime. Being Saturday, it was just as crowded as or even more crowded than the previous night. He frowned as he pushed passed numerous drunk and dancing persons trying to avoid physical contact, especially with the women who gawked at him. Finally making it to the bar, he sat himself in the middle on one of the tall stools.
“Ah, the Kimi admirer is back,” the bartender announced once she noticed him. He glanced at her briefly before turning away. It was the same blonde woman from a few weeks ago when he had first learned of what Kimi did besides bartending.
“Ah, you’re cold Mr. Admirer, turning away from me like that. Don’t you want something to drink?”
“I’ll pass.”
The woman smirked. “As cold as ice.”
“Where’s Kimi?” he inquired of the blonde.
“Ah…” The bartender reached for a glass, wiping it down with a rag. “You just missed her performance; she left the stage a few minutes ago. She’s probably in the dressing room now.”
“Where is that?”
She raised a slender blonde brow. “Are you planning on barging in on naked women? You know we have security, right?”
Sasuke sucked his teeth, glaring at the woman. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
She shrugged. “You don’t look like one, but then again, looks can be deceiving.” Noticing the not so friendly look she received as a response, she pointed him in the direction of the dressing room. “It’s near the back exit of the club.”
“Hn.” He grunted before getting up and preparing to pass through the crowds of sweaty people.
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Enamoured (Sasuke Uchiha)
FanfictionNever had he expected for someone in that kind of place to peak his interest, let alone be it someone from his past. He never was charitable, but the conscience, which he hardly acknowledged, pushed him to help. An attraction blooms, but will it go...
