Dance Academy Christian Reed Novels & Stories

“Grace and I were just talking about the..." "Woman topics... dont worry son," Grace says as she hugs her son. "I didn't scare her away." He looks at her with a sudden roll of his eyes. "She is all yours, I'll return to the table... you two should dance." Christian’s eyes linger on me for a moment, as if he’s not entirely convinced, but he doesn’t press. He looks at his mother as she walks away before gently stepping closer to me. "What do you say, Love? Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" He asks, his whole presence claiming me, marking me, drowning me in his warmth and smell of orange and whisky.

“Which is why I think your Steven was such a god damn scum bag. Letting another man look at you like that? And then taking your profits?” Christian slowly shakes his head, his dark expression telling me everything I need to know about how he feels about Steven. That he’d see him dead for that alone, despite his actions against the mafia at large, if it were up to him. Something twists within me at that – fear, but also…heat. Christian – there’s an intensity to him, a violent verve that I’m…I’m really not sure I can handle. “I never wanted you to see me dance, Christian,” I whisper, guilt in my eyes now. “I’m not ashamed of it, I won’t be – it’s a job like any other. But…I never wanted you to

Amidst the swirling dance of laughter and music, a familiar presence caught their attention – their parents, Star and Julius, approaching them with smiles that radiated pride and happiness. Star, her eyes shimmering with maternal love, reached out to Christian with a tender smile. "May I have this dance, my dear son?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth and affection. Christian's heart swelled with gratitude as he took his mother's hand, leading her to the center of the dance floor where the soft glow of the chandeliers bathed them in a warm embrace.

I whispered to them, curious about the fourth unfamiliar face. "New dance instructor, started about two months ago when Madam Moore retired." Abby said. She had retired? "Such a loss for the dance community," I muttered in disappointment. The woman had been among the best instructors I had ever been trained by. She was in her late fifties when I left, but good God, she had been tough for her age. "Don't worry, new face is probably not that bad." Jason commented,nudging my shoulder with his. "I actually hear the guy is a maestro on the dance floor," Christopher affirmed.

Except for the flicker of fire in his gaze. Cathy rushed over, followed by a man in jeans and an orange silk shirt, wearing a very artsy-looking beret. "Sorry, Reid. My friend is drunk, and I hope this won't affect your business." I wrinkled my nose, Cathy's carefulness was strange to me; she wasn't an apologetic person. "What's going on? Cat!" I thought I was whispering to Cathy, but apparently, everyone heard. "Bernice, Reid is the owner of Thunder Dancers. He invited his investors tonight, namely, Mr. Christian," Cathy explained.

"My tits are almost spilling out." "Yes, and they're hard to resist, but seriously no more alcohol for you. I don't want to scandalize my teammates too badly." I finished my drink and when Reed pulled me up, I wobbled a bit as the walls spun around me. "Get your bearings. I've got you, baby." He did. Reed taught me a few dance moves, unconcerned with anyone else, and made me feel like I was his entire world. For this one night, I think I was.

It doesn't help my nerves in any way, but it fills up my empty stomach. Right on cue, the MC returns to the stage and declares the dance floor open, and immediately people move towards the space between the stage and the tables, moving their bodies to the music. "Come, let's dance," Dr. Lee says, standing, offering his hand to me. I stare at it for a few seconds, asking myself if it's okay to do this. "Fuck it," I scream internally, taking his hand. Christian has a fiancée, and I can dance with whoever I want to. The thought doesn't sit well with me, but nothing did ever since Christian stepped into this auditorium.

I'm not even interested in looking at him. "You proceed, Mr Adavan. It was your call after all", Christian says. "So, as I announced, the famous music director Ralph is organising a musical workshop in New York. I had given him some clips of my students. And fortunately, he selected Christian to accompany him to this workshop", as he completes, everyone claps louder and I look at Christian in astonishment. My mouth falls open and eyes pop out. Christain's eyes twinkle with both happiness and longing. His smile says it all. I forget everything right then and all I can see is his smile, his happiness, his first step towards his dreams.

(SMUTTY SCENE AHEAD, SKIP IF NOT PLEASED) Princess Reda flunged Dama around all the dancing. "Jesus Christ! I never knew you were such a good dancer." Dama hissed when she almost fell. Princess Reda chuckled. "That's the main reason I have so many followers on I*******m and that was what I studied." She smiled. "I am such a bad dancer!" She said slowly and when she almost fell again, Princess Reda knowingly made her fall into the hands of her mate.

“The Pack is preparing for the Harvest Moon Festival—three days from now. We need women who can dance." And if I was rehearsing, I would be with the other dancers. Away from the main halls. Away from Cedrick and his golden eyes and his promise to teach me personally. "Yes," I said. "I can dance." He grinned. "Good. Rehearsals start at dawn."