Bossun Sket Dance Novels & Stories

And to find such a ridiculously hot one who somehow knew my favorite drink and brought it for me all night long. “Hmmm. Do I know you?” I said a bit tipsy from the drink I had. I felt his breath fanning my neck. “You should be more careful in this dress” He whispered and let his hand rest on my bare exposed shoulder skin. I looked at him in confusion. “Vodka cranberry right?” He asked. “Yeah,” I was confused. “Wait here”. “Sorry, who are you?” I saw myself asking but I got no response. Few drinks and some small talk, we were on the dance floor.

Men stare at her like a sensual goddess, and they are her followers. The sound changes to something more arousing and the crowd of men surrounding her yells in happiness. Her hips rock with the beat, and I find myself getting hard. What the Fuck! No one should have this much power. My gaze slides to her, ignoring the fur growing in me every second I see men gawking at her. "Dance with me, honey!" One man declares wearing a purple suit, wearing a sly smile. "No. She is going with me tonight!" said another loser.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

“We need something flashier. A big raffle, maybe some signed hockey gear. Give them a reason to open their wallets.” Skye rolled her eyes. “Not everything has to be a spectacle, Callahan. Sometimes simple works.” She tapped her pen against the table, meeting his gaze. His knee bumped hers under the table, lingering for a moment too long before he shifted, and the contact sent a spark through her, her pulse quickening. They bickered back and forth, their voices rising and falling, until Knox suggested a live DJ for the skate event. “A DJ? We’re not throwing a rave, Knox.” Skye retorted.

“ Do you think I will allow you you ? “ said Massimo looking at her eyes and smelling her perfume . “ I don’t need to ask your permission , do I ? “ said Luna looking at him . “ He he he ! I thought of sparing your naivety and doing you a favor . “ said Massimo with a smirk . “ What….What do you mean by that ? “ asked Luna . “ The prize is 10k ? Do you think it will be just a simple type of dance ? You will have to dance tango , modern dance , folk songs , classic music…..sensual dance . Even shaking your hips but I think that the last part won’t be a problem for you . Your last dance was quite nice to watch . “ said Massimo with a smirk . Luna’s face blushed from shyness and sighed then pus

He glances over his shoulder — and blinks. “…Is that your boss?” Ethan lowers the menu one inch. Our eyes meet. YEP. It’s him. In disguise. I whisper, horrified, “HE’S STALKING US LIKE A K-DRAMA VILLAIN!” Daniel stifles a laugh. “Should I wave?” “No! Don’t feed the drama monster!” Just when I think things can’t get worse, the waiter brings over a slice of strawberry cake. Daniel smiles. “You should try it. It’s their specialty.”

She's been doing this kind of dance for so long, but then it feels like in front of this man, she seems inexperienced and clumsy. She obey his order, she dance with different movements. She starts lifting her leg and then lowering it, moving her torso from side to side, flexing her arms, twisting her body and swaying her shoulders. Boss BD's jaw clenched as he watches her performing and he couldn't stop himself from staring at how her long legs are moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. His hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk beside him as he bites his lower lip, watching her moves.

She sat cross-legged on the floor with a laptop balanced on her knees. The moment I entered, everyone looked up simultaneously. Their eyes immediately widened and Jasmine grinned first. “That dress is absolutely gorgeous and makes you look like somebody’s billionaire girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes. Jasmine leaned forward excitedly. “Did you enjoy your date with your handsome boss?” “What exactly are you talking about? No, rather how did you know I was with my boss?” My mother smiled warmly. “Your boss stopped by shortly after you left. He said he wanted permission to take you out for dinner.”

“Did your parents ever dance? Like that line in your favourite song?” “As we dance to the raging storm, our figures swaying gracefully,” Skye quoted then nodded, wondering where Brite was going with this. “Yeah, not often, but sometimes.” “You know how to dance, right, Boss? I remember you grumbling about all the lesson’s one time we went drinking.” Skye’s eyes went wide at the realization where this was going. He moved back from his mate, alarmed and unsure even as Trace pulled his wooden flute out of his pocket with a grin.

and forget about me. Even so, I’ll admit it—she looked beautiful. Beautiful in a way that irritated me. Beautiful in a way that didn’t include me. Before I could decide whether to zoom in on the picture or throw the phone across the room, another message arrived. “Boss, you need to see this.” I clicked on the video. The image shook a little, but it was clear enough. Luna was dancing. At first alone, then with him. A man I had never seen in my life. Tall, too laid-back for my taste.