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"What do you mean you don't know if it's serious?" Asher asked over the video screen, the image freezing for a moment when his face was close to the screen."I mean exactly that!" Amara said just as emphatically."You've been going out for months," he began listing. "You've had arguments and at least one big fight that you both came back from—"One actual fight—"You're both working and still managing to find time for each other on a weekly basis," he continued. "You've been to his work—""Once.""I'm sure he'd take you again if you asked," Asher said, undeterred. "And, you both are normalizing.""What? No we're not.""It's becoming normal to see each other more than not, isn't it?""Maybe. Doesn't mean it happens more," she said petulantly."Doesn't mean you don't want it to," he argued back."Relationships work like that!""Yeah, but you're also not super bummed and bothering him all the time when you don't get to see him!""Because I know he has a life!" she argued back. "He works
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Occasionally, Amara had days off when she didn't need to be at the studio because none of the numbers being practiced included her. At times, she still liked to watch, but lately, she welcomed the time off. However, she intended to stay in shape, and Declan had expressed interest in seeing her dance. So, she convinced him to join her in stretching and a little bit of dancing at a local studio she knew.When she first arrived in France, her aunt provided information about the studio. Amara initially disregarded it and didn't think about it for at least a year.But she missed the barre and studio floors. Although they were all different, they were better than dancing on club grounds or whatever happened to be available.So she visited the studio occasionally when there was an empty room or no classes were in session. She met one of the teachers, proved her skills, and obtained permission to use the space, even though she had dropped the class.Now she waited outside the door, dressed in
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Sixteen - The king cook has spoken
They arrived at Declan's apartment and he closed the door behind them. "So, what do you want to eat?" he asked as he slipped his shoes off. Habit he'd acquired somewhere and it stuck with him. At least he'd had the sense to have his own apartment for that. Giovanni may pay him they money for it, but his name was on the lease. And it would stay that way, whether Giovanni was a mafia boss or not.Amara sighed as she slipped her own shoes off. "Hmm... something savory. Surprise me."Declan nodded, going through a list of possibilities in his head. "How do you feel about raw fish?"She raised her eyebrows, but didn't pull too much of a face. "Experimental. But up for it."Declan grinned. "Excellent. Now go take a shower or something; I'll cook." There were extra towels in the guest bedroom.Amara scoffed at him. "I'd have to get back into my dirty leotard if I showered!"Declan shook his head. "Guest room wardrobe."Amara raised her eyebrow."There's an outfit for you there."She switched
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Seventeen - The Music Ends
Declan looked around carefully at his kitchen, pleased with how it had turned out. It was pristine and the food on the counter tops even more so. The best part, was the fact that each dish without exception had chocolate sauce. Declan had cooked for her. In his apartment, and had invited her over in... he glanced at his watch. Ten minutes. Well. She would be here in ten looked down at himself and grinned. Chocolate was all over his cooking shirt. No matter. Declan twirled out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, out of the dirty clothes, and into Amara's favorite shirt of his, favorite pants, fixed his hair then walked out after putting a touch of cologne on his neck. There. Understated paced around his apartment, watching his phone like, well, like a Declan, waiting for Amara to ring in below.Finally, she rang. A few minutes ahead, but it wasn't like he wasn't ready."Enter!" he called out, letting her inside the building with a buzz. Declan ran out to meet her, nearly slipping on t
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Declan woke up, eyes flashing open. His hands were free, legs free. He tried moving them but he was far, far too sore. He closed his eyes and groaned, leaning against a wall behind him. A bright light bounced off everywhere, making everything hurt to look at anyway. No point in opening them. [swear] what was wrong with him? Oh yes. He'd been electrified. Twice. Papa was going to be very proud. Declan winced. And Mal was either going to die or die trying to get him out. "Sorry Dad," Declan whispered in Arabic."Your Papa isn't here," Lucas replied from a chair in the farthest corner away.He opened his eyes again but made no other move. "We don't care about you so go away please. Oh, I do care about Amara. Where is she? Also, if I'm not home by curfew, my employer will murder someone. Or maybe a chicken. Mmm. If he threatens his bodyguard, I hope he lops that man's head off. That man is insufferable."Lucas laughed. "Amara is in an extra bedroom. She is a guest whereas you, my boy, ar
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Nineteen - Witness
Amara could finally sit up and stand, though she was still sore. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, thanks to Aurora's help massaging, but she still couldn't move quickly without wincing. At the moment, she was doing stretches on the floor. Then she heard something at the door."Amara?"Lucas.A stream of curses flooded through her mind and she muttered them in a tone even she didn't entirely understand as she jolted up, winced with a jerk and brief gasp, crumpled briefly, then sat up again, glaring at the man in front of her. Though she did get the swears to silent daggers at the end."Do you mind if I sit down?"Amara held her tongue, not trusting herself to speak. She had worked with this man for weeks, months, not directly exactly but met him, talked with him. And now she knew how cruel and manipulative he really was. She didn't want to give him any more ammunition.She wouldn't stop glaring, though. She had every right to keep that up."Come now, mademoiselle. I suspect you
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty - Couple Performance
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The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-one - The second practice
The second practice hadn't been anything special, just dancing under supervision, letting Amara list each step and its mechanics. Declan didn't know dance jargon. He just did the steps as Amara taught him and forgot the names she'd tried to drill into his head, paid attention to her movements and loved being a part of them. Today, finally, was the performance Lucas wanted.Declan was dressed, styled, and perfected before he met up with Amara five minutes before their performance started. A nameless escort walked him to the performance room and back to a hidden corner, thanks to a curtain blocking most of the room off. Amara stood behind the curtain and Declan's heart skipped a beat, tripping over the next few until he coughed it back into rhythm. "Amara?" he breathed at the vision she had become.Her hair was curled, sprayed into place, makeup graced her face and Declan wondered if Michaelangelo himself had come down to paint a final masterpiece on her cheeks, lips, eyes, everything.
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