**Chapter 9: A Night to Remember**

As they stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city lights twinkling like diamonds below, Luka's eyes locked onto Pam's, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The air was electric with anticipation, and she couldn't help but wonder what he had planned for the evening. Luka's smile grew wider as he took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle caress. "Come with me," he said, his voice low and husky, as he led her to a small, luxurious limousine parked discreetly at the curb. Pam's eyes widened in surprise as Luka opened the door, revealing a plush interior and a glass of champagne waiting for her. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as Luka handed her a glass and slid in beside her. The driver, dressed in a crisp black suit, expertly navigated the city streets, while Luka's arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. As they glided through the city, the lights and sounds blurring together outside, Pam felt like she was in a dream. The champagne was chilled and crisp, and she sipped it slowly, savoring the taste and the moment. Luka's eyes never left hers, and she could feel the tension between them building, like a slow-burning fire. After a while, the limousine pulled up to a small, exclusive club, with a velvet rope and a doorman who nodded discreetly as Luka emerged. He took Pam's hand, and they stepped inside, into a world of pulsating music and flashing lights. The club was a sensory overload, but Pam felt like she was floating on air, with Luka's hand guiding her through the crowds. They danced and laughed, lost in the music and the moment, until Luka pulled her out onto a private balcony, with a breathtaking view of the city. The air was cool and crisp, and Pam felt like she was on top of the world, with Luka's arms wrapped around her. They stood there, lost in the moment, as the city lights twinkled below. And then, without warning, Luka's phone buzzed, and he pulled away, his eyes flicking to the screen. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice apologetic. "I have to take this." Pam nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment, as Luka stepped back into the club, leaving her alone on the balcony. She stood there, lost in thought, as the music and lights pulsed below. What was going on? And who was calling Luka at this hour? She pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the sensation of the cool breeze on her skin, and the sound of Luka's voice, as he laughed and talked on his phone. As she waited, a figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with long, curly hair and a piercing green gaze. She smiled, as she approached Pam, and Pam felt a shiver run down her spine. "You're Luka's girlfriend, I presume?" the woman said, her voice husky and confident. Pam nodded, feeling a sense of unease, as the woman's eyes locked onto hers. "My name is Sophia," the woman said, her voice dripping with sophistication. "And I think it's time we had a little chat."