Hi, I'm Estella Blakely. My life revolves around ballet. All I know in life are 9-6 rehearsals on the weekends, staying up all night sewing pointe shoes, and trying to make ends meet with my extra job; which means I don't have time for boyfriends. None. Zip. Nada. Then, Kayden Monroe happens.
Kayden Monroe. The annoying, cold, jerk that I've been having to deal with for three years. Being one of the only males in the company, I'm forced to take class with him every single day. Ever since he called me an undeserving, ungrateful, little girl in front of the whole company, I haven't been able to stand his presence next to me without wanting to strangle him. On top of that, all of his taunts and barbs thrown across the studio makes him even more unstandable. The worst part? He doesn't ever pick on anyone else. Just me. But get this, it doesn't just stop there.
Nutcracker season is coming up, and my best friend, Emma, who had the role of the Sugar Plum fairy, accidentally breaks her leg two weeks before the show, leaving Kayden, playing the role of the Sugar Plum's partner in the show, in desperate need of a partner. After spotting all of the eviction warnings stuffed in my dance bag, that arrogant jerk offers me a "once in a lifetime" deal: be his partner, and he'll help me find a new apartment and pay for my rent for the next two years. And you know what I did? Me, being my extremely smart self, accepted. Now that rehearsal has started, I can't help but wonder if I made the right decision. Is it worth it having to deal with that pain in the ass if it means I can keep my apartment?
I was surprised when she ran her hands down my abs, almost to the waist band of my pants.
"Mila," I warned, watching her bite back a smile. There was unmistakable tension around us and I had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was the alcohol.
I stared down at her, watching the sultry look on her face.
"What are you doing to me," I muttered, resting my forehead against hers. I barely had a chance to blink before her lips were pressed against mine. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she tugged at my hair. Spinning her around, I pinned her against the wall.
It felt like my lungs were going to burst as I pulled away, breathing hard. Mila gazed up at me, her eyes glazed over and cheeks pink. She reached up, wiping what I'm assuming was her lipstick from my lips.
I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips against hers again. It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she fit against my body.
"Ajax, we're both drunk," she gasped as I bit down on her ear gently.
We could deal with the consequences later.
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TW: Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and some suicidal thoughts
Some Mature content - I'll put a warning before ;)
Highest ranking in Romance - #8 12/20
Highest ranking in Dance - #1 12/22