The strobe lights inside Club Vaulted flashed like lightning, blinding Amina as Sharon dragged her through the thick, sweaty crowd. The air smelled heavily of expensive vapes, spilled gin, and designer perfume. The bass was a physical force, thumping so hard against Amina’s chest that she could barely breathe. She kept one hand firmly on the hem of the tight black dress, pulling it down every two steps.
"Sharon! Ngoja!" Amina shouted over the deafening music, but her voice was swallowed by the crowd.
Sharon didn't stop until they reached a flight of stairs guarded by two massive bouncers in black suits. The bouncers took one look at Sharon, glanced coldly at Amina, and unclipped the velvet rope.
Upstairs in the VIP section, the chaos of the lower dance floor melted into a cushioned world of luxury. White leather couches wrapped around low glass tables stacked with bottles of Hennessy, champagne, and glowing ice buckets.
Sitting in the center of it all was Brayo.
He looked exactly like the campus influencers Amina had only ever seen on TikTok. He wore a crisp, oversized graphic tee, heavy...