Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 40:

The club was alive with music and dancers moving freely, fully immersed in the rhythm. Norah and Joanna were

having drinks upstairs when a group of bold men approached them. Unlike Jordy, these men took the hint and

moved on after being politely declined.

“It turns out that actual combat training is worlds apart from Taekwondo. Once I'm fully trained, I'll be more than

capable of fighting for you, Norah!” Joanna declared.

Sitting beside Joanna, Norah propped her chin up, half-listening to her tipsy ramblings while occasionally sipping

her drink.

Then, suddenly, a wave of excitement erupted from downstairs. “It's Rosy Secret!”

“Rosy Secret has arrived! They're finally here!”

The entire club darkened, save for the spotlight that found its way to the stage. The DJ paused the music, and

the previously energetic crowd stopped, all eyes drawn to the stage.

The band featured four members: a guitarist, a bassist, a drummer, and a singer—a striking woman, with the

instrumentalists donned in masks.

“I don’t know what's happening,” Norah murmured, but then the singer's rich voice filled the room as she began

to sing, her band providing a compelling backdrop.

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As the chorus hit, the crowd couldn't resist the pull of the music, moving along to the beat. “Did you think about

me, baby?” The infectious tune had everyone smiling and dancing along.

For Kathy, bars and clubs had been off-limits, and Rosy Secret was a band she had only heard of, making this her

first live experience of their music.

“I'm a huge fan! I've heard all their songs are self-composed hits! They sound amazing live! Absolutely

incredible!” Kathy yelled excitedly.

Madeline had been overseas for the past two years and didn’t know about this band, but she casually echoed,

“Loving it.”

“Derek, want to dance?” Madeline proposed.

Yet, Derek casually dismissed it with a wave. “Nah, not really my thing.” He appreciated the music but had no

interest in hitting the dance floor.

“Alright then.” Madeline didn’t hesitate, pulling Kathy along to join the dancers.

Dressed in tight skirts, they quickly caught the attention of several men trying to chat them up. Seeing this,

Derek’s brow furrowed in annoyance. After downing his wine, he made his way to the dance floor, positioning

himself protectively near them.

Norah, not typically a nightclub enthusiast, found it intriguing that Rosy Secret was performing tonight. She

wondered if this was their first appearance. Yet, she realized she was out of the loop on their performances.

“Coming up next is our final track titled ‘Only Love."” The moment the familiar intro played, Norah’s mood

shifted, her expression darkening instantly.

After a long absence from the public eye, she questioned the lack of respect for her work.

After finishing another drink, Joanna glanced at Norah, smiled, and said, “Norah, who's giving you such a hard

time? Just say the word, and I'll beat them out for you.”

“Just drink your wine,” Norah replied, pouring another glass for Joanna, who quieted down to drink. Norah then

pulled out her phone to send a quick message. They think she’s a pushover? Damn!

Casually browsing the web, Norah stumbled upon numerous videos of Rosy Secret performing at bars. Aside from

a few covers, most of their songs were original and quite popular. Norah almost burst into laughter.

She considered confronting the band directly but decided against it when she saw Joanna's drunk state. It was a

task for another day. For now, her priority was taking care of Joanna.

As they were about to leave, an imposing figure approached the stairs, his presence commanding attention.

Flanked by two bodyguards, he made passers-by wary of crossing his path.

Joanna, intent on continuing her drinking spree, and Norah, ready to escort her out, were distracted by murmurs

from the crowd.

Glancing up, Norah locked eyes with the man.

“Kason? What is he doing here?” Rumors had it he wasn’t fond of female company. Yet here he was, looking right

at hin the Glamour Club.

“Miss Wilson, what a pleasure to see you again,” Kason’s voice was smooth, his intentions clear. He was here for

Norah. Before long, he joined them, taking a seat across from them.

Perched near the railing on the upper floor, Spencer placed a hand on Kason’s arm, looking down and signaling

to the man below, saying, “Looks like your uncle’s made another move.”

Kaiden, without even glancing down, retorted, “No way! How could that be? Didn't | mention he might be seeing

someone?”

At the commotion, Kaiden looked down and realized it was indeed Kason, seated across from Norah and Joanna

with his two bodyguards, engaged in conversation with them.

Kaiden was puzzled. Why Norah and Joanna? Did Kason stop by just to see them? How che didn’t know that

Kason was acquainted with them?

With a smirk, Spencer teased, “So, are you referring to one of them? Though Norah doubles as Selene, I've never

heard of your uncle taking an interest in racing. Isn't the family business more his style?”

“No way! That's not possible!” Kaiden muttered under his breath. Considering Norah was still legally tied to

Derek, the notion of Kason taking an interest in her seemed far-fetched.

Caught off guard, Norah asked Kason, “Mr. Hayes, what brings you here?”

Kason settled in opposite them, his demeanor serious. “And why shouldn't | be here?” He glanced briefly at

Norah before averting his eyes.

Norah was beautiful, a fact Kason had acknowledged at their first meeting. Her charm had left a lasting

impression.

Norah chuckled and said, “I didn’t mean any offense, just curious...”

“Are you interested in me?” The music from downstairs filled the air, echoing themes of love.

Seeing the smile on Norah's face, Kason felt his heart flutter. “I clooking for Kaiden. | spotted you on my

way up and thought I'd stop by to say hi.”

“Really? Is that the case?” Norah asked, skeptical about his assertion.

She observed Kason’s expression, noting it remained unchanged. It struck her that, as someone with a military

background, his composure was indeed unwavering.

“Does Miss Andrews have too much to drink? Miss Wilson, did you drink as well? Mind if | drive you home?

Driving might be too much for you now.”

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