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CHAPTER SIX

Penulis: Destiny Sloane
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-08 07:30:33

I barely remember getting out of the car. The exhaustion is bone-deep, clinging to me like a second skin. Damon doesn't rush me. He doesn't speak, either. He just walks beside me, steady, quiet.

As we step inside, I register the grand entryway in passing—dark marble floors, a glittering chandelier overhead, the scent of something rich and expensive lingering in the air. It's suffocating.

By the time we reach a bedroom—large, minimally decorated, with sheets that look absurdly soft—I'm already shutting down. "You need to sleep," Damon says. It's not a suggestion.

I should fight, should argue, but when I feel the bed dip beneath me, everything else fades. My eyes close before I can even think about how dangerous it is to fall asleep in Damon Baas' home.

I wake up to sunlight streaming through the curtains. For a moment, disoriented and groggy, I forget where I am. Then I see the room—its clean, calculated perfection—and it all comes back. Damon. Last night. The sheer exhaustion that kno
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  • The Billionaires Dancer   CHAPTER SEVEN

    His smirk lingers even after I break free, but I don’t run this time. Instead, I stand there, pulse hammering, fists clenched. Damon watches me with that infuriating amusement, like he’s enjoying every second of my frustration.“Are you done being dramatic?” he asks.I scoff. “Are you?”“You’re the one storming off in a silk dress like a rejected princess.”“You’re the one chasing after me like a lost puppy.”His smirk deepens. “Please. If I were a lost puppy, you’d be crying about how cute I am.”I roll my eyes and turn away, but he’s already moving, stepping in front of me to block my path. “Where exactly do you think you are going?”“Away from you.”“Right. Because that’s worked out so well before.”I narrow my eyes, irritation bubbling hotter. He always did this—poked and prodded until I snapped. “You’re insufferable.”“I’ve been told,” he says smoothly, leaning against the wall like he has all the time in the world.I glare at him, and then, without thinking, I jab my fingers int

  • The Billionaires Dancer   CHAPTER SIX

    I barely remember getting out of the car. The exhaustion is bone-deep, clinging to me like a second skin. Damon doesn't rush me. He doesn't speak, either. He just walks beside me, steady, quiet.As we step inside, I register the grand entryway in passing—dark marble floors, a glittering chandelier overhead, the scent of something rich and expensive lingering in the air. It's suffocating.By the time we reach a bedroom—large, minimally decorated, with sheets that look absurdly soft—I'm already shutting down. "You need to sleep," Damon says. It's not a suggestion.I should fight, should argue, but when I feel the bed dip beneath me, everything else fades. My eyes close before I can even think about how dangerous it is to fall asleep in Damon Baas' home.I wake up to sunlight streaming through the curtains. For a moment, disoriented and groggy, I forget where I am. Then I see the room—its clean, calculated perfection—and it all comes back. Damon. Last night. The sheer exhaustion that kno

  • The Billionaires Dancer   CHAPTER FIVE

    The car ride is silent except for the soft hum of the radio to fill the weight of the tension. I stare out the window, my eyes tracing the city lights, lost in thought. I am sitting in a car with the man that upturned my world when he left me 11 years ago on the day my father died in a car crash. And with the facts I gathered tonight, his earlier conversation with Roman told me that he knew exactly where I was all this time but did nothing. My thoughts race—why did I come here? Why did I walk right into his trap? I can feel the weight of my own stupidity pressing against my chest.With tears still welling up in my eyes I turn my head to look over to him. We’re sitting in the back of his car while his elbow sits casually on the arm rest. With his eyebrows furrowed, it’s clear he’s in deep thought. I take him in then, languid and slow. Damon hasn’t changed, not really. His dark hair is shorter now, no longer falling over his eyes the way it used to when I’d push it back just to see

  • The Billionaires Dancer   CHAPTER FOUR

    I can barely breathe. The air is thick with heat, with anger, with something suffocating that wraps around my chest and won’t let go. Roman’s hands are on me again, his fingers bruising my wrist as he forces me against the wall, his body a wall of muscle and rage. His eyes burn with fury, and there’s a glint in them that tells me this is not the Roman I know—this is the Roman who gets what he wants by any means necessary.“Promise me you won’t leave,” he demands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down my spine. It’s not a request anymore; it’s a command. But it’s more than that. His tone, the tightness in his grip, the way he towers over me—it’s all a warning of what is to come.I swallow hard, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. This is how it always starts. His words aren’t a plea; they’re a threat disguised in the illusion of affection. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t know what love is. This is ownership. This is control.I look away, my gaze flicking to the floor, to

  • The Billionaires Dancer   CHAPTER THREE

    The moment Damon steps out of the VIP lounge, Roman follows.I hear the door slam behind them, the sharp crack cutting through the heavy Baas of the music. My pulse stutters. I don’t move, don’t breathe. I know Roman—know the way his anger simmers just beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to boil over. And Damon? I don’t know what kind of man he’s become, but I know the boy he used to be—the one who never backed down from a fight. The boy who was reckless.I rush to the door, pressing my ear against the wood.“You must be out of your fucking mind,” Roman’s voice is low, edged with venom. “Of all the clubs in this city, you had to walk into mine?”A beat of silence. Then Damon chuckles, slow and taunting. “Didn’t realize you had your name stamped on the door.”“You knew I owned Euphoria and you knew she was here. Now tell me what you want Baas”Another pause.“I wondered if she still belonged to you.”Roman’s laugh is humorless. “Sonia will always belong to me. And you d

  • The Billionaires Dancer   CHAPTER TWO

    The VIP lounge is dark and cloaked in shadows that seem to pulse with the beat of the music and as I step into the room, the tension coils around me like a serpent.Damon sits in an opulent leather chair, his gaze cutting through the darkness, pinning me in place. There’s something unreadable in his expression—part curiosity, part hunger, part something else entirely that I just can’t seem to place. The ice in his glass clinks softly as he swirls his drink, the sound barely audible over the low hum of a Baas-heavy song playing in the background.I exhale slowly, steadying myself. I can do this. I have to do this.This is just another performance. Another game I have to play.He’s just another paying customer, simple.I take slow, deliberate steps, letting the heels of my stilettos click against the polished floor. His eyes track my every move, dark and calculating, like he’s peeling away the layers of my skin with just a look.I should be used to being watched. Admired. Desired.But th

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