ROSALINA'S POVLeo's hand possessively held my waist as he led us to the crowded bar. My last experience with this club had been traumatizing, but I felt a hundred times safer with Leo by my side. I mean, what could go wrong with a man who looked like he could bench-press the DJ booth? As we waded through the ocean of partygoers, a wide variety of dance moves were on display. It was like watching a nature documentary about mating rituals, except with more neon lights and less David Attenborough commentary. Then there was the girl whose twerking skills could probably power a small generator. It was a dance floor zoo, and I was a curious observer.We finally reached the bar, and Leo, the gentleman that he was, leaned in close to ask, "What can I get you to drink, babe?"I glanced at the bartender, who furiously shook a cocktail shaker like it owed him money. The options seemed endless. "Martini," I shouted over the blaring music. He ordered our drinks, and it wasn't long before the ba

ROSALINA'S POVThe night had been a wild ride, and my legs were feeling like jelly after all the running and drama. I swayed slightly, blaming both the exhaustion and the alcohol for my unsteady gait. Leo had his arm around me, keeping me upright as we made our way to the apartment complex. I was tipsy, maybe a tad more than tipsy, but the weight of Leo's arm made me feel invincible.As we stumbled our way toward the apartment complex, I couldn't help but giggle. Maybe it was the alcohol-induced mirth or the sheer absurdity of the situation, but I felt unstoppable like we were the stars of our very own action movie.I leaned into Leo's side, my cheek resting against his chest, and let out a contented sigh. His familiar scent, a mix of his cologne and the city's hustle and bustle, was like a comforting lullaby. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of drunken bliss.Frankie's announcement was the equivalent of a plot twist in our tipsy action movie. "The elevator's under maintenance,

ROSALINA'S POV"I love you." Those words sounded like an obscure dream, my body was limp like a rag doll against his. I froze, uncertain of how to react. I didn't LOVE him. I couldn't love him.I shut my eyes and nuzzled back to his warmth, pretending to be oblivious to his confession. "Leo, I have to get ready for my auditions," I said, trying to get up even though every fiber in my body protested against it. His arms grasped firmly around my body, not letting me leave the bed. "Just sleep some more, you still have some time to recover." He slid his palm and cupped my crotch gently, but there was a certain possessiveness to it. "Pretty sure this kitty is sore, isn't she?" He teased against my ear. I was already getting wet even though I had come two times already. And if I said I wanted more, I was pretty sure he wouldn't let me leave his bed the whole day. "I didn't approve of you to bring me here," I reminded weakly. "And I told you I couldn't sleep without you," He countered

ROSALINA'S POV"Congrats." Liora took a seat beside me on the bench. "Not yet," I said, grabbing a bottle of water to quench my anxiety along with my thirst. My skin felt numb and cold from anticipation. Who will Mr. Bennett choose, and what is going to happen to me and Liora after this? Both of us wanted that role more than anything else. It was our dream. It was what we worked hard for. If that role went to Liora, there is no doubt I would feel like the biggest failure. "Didn't you hear what he said about you?" Liora questioned."What?""You danced your way into his heart. That's a pretty big statement from the director," Liora's voice sounded soothing. She was comforting me, although her poker face said otherwise. "You think so?" I asked."Yeah, of course," She assured. "But he didn't even care to see my solo," The solo I worked day and night to perfect. "Maybe he is okay with your solo," Archer chimed in with a smile. He grabbed my bottle and finished up my water in one big

A raw ache permeated my whole being as I stirred awake. My eyes were clammy with sleep, as I arched my back, only for my butt to press onto Leo's obvious arousal. His arm weighed around my hip like a twenty-pound blanket, so cozy yet so protective. I wrestled under the sheets to turn around so I faced him. He was at his most peaceful form when he slept like that. So humane and vulnerable, any woman with a heart would want to protect this man. He could go from an angel to a devil in the blink of an eye, and I wouldn't have it any other way.Shivers of heated sex enveloped me and moved my legs to find his come between them. My pussy was still damp, making me realize too late that we had unprotected sex last night. This was the second time. It was a relief I still had the pills with me, although they weren't the best choice since they mess with the cycles and worse, make me gain weight. Which was the last thing I needed as a professional dancer. Carefully, I slipped out of bed and rea