At just 20 years old, Aria Anderson had burst onto the scene, freshly graduated with a degree in choreography that showcased her mastery of ballet, modern, and jazz techniques, along with a keen understanding of body conditioning. It was during this...
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Dear InnerChild, I can't tell you how long this is going to take. But you and I - We are building a life that is ours. We get to make our own rules now.
"DaeDae." I say as I walk up to him.
What is he doing here? Has he been the one Michael has been talking about? He's Aries? I thought they were in the same business but, didn't think they knew each other. That they work together.
"You're Aries?"
His eyes grow wide.
"Mike." He groans. "Hell fucking no." He says pacing back and forth.
"I'm sorry man. I didn't know." Michael says rubbing his neck. "I'm sorry it's your sister. I'm into deep with my feelings."
What does he mean by that?
"We'll discuss that soon. This mother fucker Spencer is your ex Spencer."
I nod my head slowly.
"Mama told me what he did. I miss that chance to hurt him."
"She told you?" I whisper.
"You sure as hell wasn't." He says looking at me.
"I'm sorry." I cry and Michael grabs my hand instantly. "I needed time. I was hurting. I was scared."
"Don't you think I know that?" He yells. "I just wish I could've been there to stop it all. What kind of brother am I if I couldn't protect my sister from the big bad wolf."
I couldn't help but chuckle between my tears. That phrase I used growing up when I was scared of something or someone. I let go of Michael's hand and hugged my brother. He hugged me back.
"I'm sorry for not telling you. I wanted to. I was scared. It's terrific to see you. I'm safe with Michael."
"Damn it, I know you are." He breathes out as I pull away. "Mike is a good guy." He says placing his hand on my shoulder. "I know he will take care of you. Keep you happy." He says then looks at Michael. "I'm sorry for freaking out Mike. It was a shock that the girl you've been talking about was my sister. That you've been giddy about. Thank you, Mike. She needs and deserves something real and true. Please don't give up on her."
I give him another hug.
"Alright, enough with the mushy stuff." He says pushing me away by my forehead.
I groan. My hands fall to my side.
"Mike, get your girl."
He chuckles. I whine. Michael grabs my hand. The warmth makes me instantly forget what I was doing. I look up at him. He smiles at me before kissing my cheek. I stood there blushing. He's so sweet to me.
"She's my sweetheart." He says shyly
"Yeah, yeah." Daemen says with a wave. "Not you too. She got you blushing man."
