If Only (GxG)

Chapter 10 Confessions

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🎶Someday by Sonny Fondera🎶

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Alison's POV

The grand opening of Tropical Nightclub did not disappoint.

The place was massive—three floors of neon lights, pulsing music, and plush seating areas that managed to feel both elegant and electrifying. The bass thrummed beneath our feet, and the treble rattled the air around us as we made our way in.

Olivia led the way, flashing her promoter's pass at the bouncer, and before I knew it, we were winding up to the third floor, supposedly the VIP area.

Even in this "less packed" section, the music was loud, and a sea of people still danced under strobing colored lights.

I stuck close to Ivy, exchanging looks as we walked in. The atmosphere was thick with energy and a hint of exclusivity; I noticed a few heads turning our way, likely because Olivia was well-known in these circles.

I had a little extra sway in my step tonight—my outfit was giving me a serious confidence boost.

Olivia had insisted on buying me a new dress, heels, and a coat for this event. My black dress clung to my body like a second skin: long sleeves, a plunging neckline, and a mid-thigh hem that showcased my legs.

The gold heels matched my bag and jewelry, and my hair fell in loose, carefully styled waves down my back. Together, it all made me feel free, unburdened by the usual day-to-day worries.

Just as I was about to follow Olivia toward a roped-off corner, George and Ron veered off to the bar below us. Ivy and I paused, deciding our next move, when a shrill voice suddenly cut through the music.

"Ally! Oh my god, you came!"

I turned to see Rachel weaving her way through the crowd, flanked by two tall, tanned men who looked Italian or maybe Spanish in descent.

They wore sharp suits and watched her with casual deference. She looked incredible, though in a different way than Blake. Rachel's outfit was impeccable—tailored pants, a bralette underneath a blazer, and her blond hair slicked back, emphasizing the angles of her strong, feminine face.

The high heels she wore elongated her already enviable legs.

I had to admit, she looked hot—definitely my type, if I were looking. But something within me twinged at the thought of a certain other dark-haired presence. A small sigh escaped me before I slid on a smile.

"Hi, Rachel, it's nice to see you again," I greeted her with a grin.

She wasted no time pulling me into a tight hug. When she released me, she practically latched onto my arm.

"C'mon, come sit with us! Olivia's already up there," she said, gesturing to a semicircle of couches on a raised platform.

I nodded at Ivy, who gave me an encouraging nudge and mouthed, I'll be right there. Rachel led me toward a plush seating area where a couple of VIP types shifted over to make room. Olivia was perched on one of the couches, chatting animatedly with a tall, dark-haired man in a crisp blazer.

The moment Olivia spotted me, she broke into a grin. "Ally, there you are! Took you long enough." She turned to the man at her side. "This is Alison, by the way—the friend I was telling you about."