Chapter 239 - Two Hundred And Thirty-nine: I Saw Maya (1/2)

Niklaus' point of view

I couldn't believe my eyes, no, my eyes must be deceiving me. How was this possible? How could she be alive? I had seen her lifeless form, I had just returned from the columbarium where I stored her ash, so how was she standing in the middle of the club and dancing like she got no problems.

I must be seeing things, that was my first thought. But the more I got closer and closer, shoving past the dancing bodies, she was as real as it gets. No, it wasn't a dream, even with the blonde hair she wore that was reflected blue due to the lightning, I could still recognize her.

There was just one person between us and she would be within touching range. Also, she had turned when I called her name, staring at me wide-eyed shocked. Yes, that was it! That was her! Maya must be surprised to see me too!

But just as I tried to slip past that body forming a barrier between us, someone shoved me hard and I fell, no, fell with someone.

”I'm so sorry,” I hastily got off the lady I had unintentionally brought down to the ground -not because I was embarrassed but due to the fact I couldn't find Maya anymore.

”You pervert, how dare you harass my girlfriend! ” a punch met me on the face instead when I tried to leave.

The fact that I hadn't seen that coming plus I was not entirely sober made me see stars and stumbled to the ground.

”Maya,” I ignored the pain, my gaze darting around the club in search of her.

I was dragged up to my feet by the same bastard who still wasn't satisfied with the first punch on my face. He intended to sock me in the jaw again when I intercepted his hand, landing him one instead.

”I already apologized,” I said to his girlfriend who shrieked out of fright. The blow made the son of a biscuit double over in pain and I walked past them, going to look for Maya.

Our fight somehow caused a small commotion because people stopped dancing and stared at us, making it harder to search for Maya with them huddled together pointing fingers and gossiping.

But somehow, I caught someone with the same blonde hair and clothes and rushed over to her.

”Maya,” I grabbed her hand.

But the face that turned around to me wasn't even close to the Maya I saw on the dance floor.

”What's your problem?” she glared, flung my grip off her, and left.

I thread my hand through my hair, how was this possible? I was sure I had seen her or was it my imagination? Was I so desperate to see Maya that I let my imagination somehow overlap with reality?

I felt a touch on my shoulder and a warning scream - from the ladies of course - but it was too late, a whack met me on the side of my eye.

Now, this is it!

I charged at that idiot, spearing him to the ground which elicited a scream of fear from the crowd, not that I cared.

For this guy to have the nerve to touch me, he must be some nouveau riche still reeling from the exhilaration of his newly accumulated wealth. Well, he'd bear the brunt of my anger.

I punched the daylight out of him, pouring all my frustration into each blow, and would have ended the guy had Pablo not had his men separate us.

”No, come after me! You idiot!” I roared in an outburst while the bastard was helped to his feet.

It pleased me to know that I was in a better state than him. Apart from a black eye he had given me when I was distracted, I had split lips and a swollen jaw unlike him who had a broken nose added to his other injuries. I was going to be sued for that - I was a hundred percent sure - but who cares, he was the one who came at me first.

”What the hell is wrong with you?!” Pablo was furious and followed after me as I walked to our private booth upstairs.

He went on, ”I brought you here so you could breathe and feel alive again, not make someone else's life miserable,”

”Fine, I heard you!” I snapped at him unintentionally, dazing him. I wiped my face with my palm, wincing upon coming in contact with the wound on the side of my eye.

”I'm sorry but I need to meet the owner of this place,” I announced.

Pablo narrowed his eyes at me, ”Meet him? What do you need to meet him?”

” I saw Maya,” I disclosed and heard his groan of disapproval.