The Ballerina & The Bachelor [BWWM]

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Alexis ...

Of all the women I'd come to know in my lifetime, Belle was by far the most alluring. It was quite refreshing that she was oblivious to her own appeal.

Her graceful clumsy persona leant to an intrigue I've never had the pleasure of knowing.

Being in the company of women who were mostly sure of themselves, Belle had certainly caught me off-guard.

The notion kept me on my toes. I had to measure my words around her, my actions.

It hadn't been my intention to breach her terms of our agreement. I had mentally prepared myself to be on my best behavior.

However, the notion flew out out of the window, just as soon as Belle was pressed up against me.

I forgot what I'd been thinking about entirely, and there was just ... i mikrí mou balarína.

I've been near women before, so it was a bit baffling why a simple gesture elicited such a reaction.

I sat waiting for her in the sitting room and there was not much else I could think about.

After we'd dropped Belle off on campus, Dante riddled me with seemingly subtle questions about her on our drive to the office.

When I'd answered his queries, he concluded that I was fond of Belle.

Coming from a family of wealth and influence, it can be a bit difficult at times to discern who kept my favor for status and fortune, from those whom genuinely appreciated my company.

I'm coming to realization that Belle is the latter, even though like some crazed person I abducted her and exploited her vulnerabilities.

Just then Belle entered the sitting room. She was clad in a loose fitted t-shirt, a pair of shorts over her black tights that stopped mid-shins.

She regarded me before looking away. I rose from my seat in the middle of the room, closing the gap between us.

Gently, I took her hand, intertwining our fingers as I lead her to the ballroom.

Once we stepped into the room, her breathe caught. Her attention was fixated on the room and I took the moment to take her in. 

She was quite beautiful, as her name implied. Her deep brown skin glowed under the ambient light. Her hair was pulled into a low bun. Her rounded eyes held such admiration.

Belle folded her lip inward before her eyes fell on me, her bright orbs reflecting the light of the room around us.

I was tempted to lean in and claim her lips again, but I remembered my promise.

I closed the door behind us, finding the remote to cue the music.

I released Belle's hand, depositing the remote in its place before appraising her.