Novel & Cerita Dance Academy Christian Reed

That friend was Mirtes, a widow raising her only child. - "Hi, godmother. It was very good. We are rehearsing next month's play" At the dance academy, we present one piece a month. This takes effort from the dancers, but we do it with love. It's also what keeps me going, so I can't complain. - "You're going to rock" Drake guarantees.

That was his message. “I wanted to be a professional dancer—but I couldn’t pay for my education anymore and ended up…dancing elsewhere.” Serena laughed, referring to the strip club. We had all turned to Christian, waiting for him to reveal his secret. “Oh, me?” He scratched his neck. “I don’t know anything else.” “Come on.” Vince nagged. “You shared my secret, and it’s only fair for you to share yours.” “In that case.” Christian began. “I hope my children don’t turn out like me, but Serena.” He kissed her cheek, making her blush.

Standing against the wind on this river, it felt like the world was performing for them. Christian was stunned. “Can’t you dance now?” “No,” Hailey sat back on the deck and added solemnly, “I’m not someone who likes to dance. I’m very particular about clothing and artistic conceptions.” Christian stumbled backwards and collided with the deck. “I’m the stupidest idiot in the entire world,” he said. “I shouldn’t have invited you last minute.” If he had told her his plans earlier, she could have prepared her outfit in advance and not worn her work clothes.

Fine by me; the less time with him the better. My showcase for Claudette Reed is tonight and I’m excited about it. I’m excited to finally have an event that’s all mine; not mine and Dominic's. My company, my designs, my work are all on display for fashion’s most elite crowd. I can rub it in the faces of those damn investors and show them what a mistake they made by backing down and no longer funding me. A twisted part of me is thankful for Dominic. Without him, I would have gone bankrupt and lost my mom’s business.

My children are now their cherubs as well. I must admit, the idea of dancing again sounds tempting. I would need to work to get back into shape. I’m sure I could run the dance studio, but that would also mean letting Cruise run my club more often. Cruise is very capable. He just doesn’t know how to deal with other people’s emotions. “I’ll think about Uncle Jax,” I say. The entire car ride to the honest-to-goodness warehouse Tee found in town, Jax begs me relentlessly until I finally agree to be a dance instructor for him.

Determination fueled her; she'd dance her way to answers, or fuck them out. The door banged open mid-pirouette, shattering the rhythm. Uncle Ray stormed in, face squeezed, cheap suit rumpled from whatever dive he'd crawled out of. Heads turned, the choreographer pausing the music. 'Lexi! We need to talk. Now.' His voice boomed, eyes darting to the dancers like a predator sizing up threats. She froze, barre grip whitening her knuckles. Weeks of silence, and he crashes here? 'Not now, Uncle Ray. You can see I am in a Rehearsal.' Her tone iced over, but he advanced, ignoring the glares.

"Don't tell me you're the one getting married. Fuck, you look hot." "She is!" Her unhelpful friends cheered and ushered Reed inside the apartment before Brooke could speak. Brooke settled on a sofa, a glass of wine in her hands, watching Reed with interest as he dropped his duffel bag, turned on the music, stood in the middle of her living room, and began dancing. His movements were smooth and enchanting. She hadn't known Reed Abbott could dance. She also hadn't known he would become a stripper, so apparently, there were many things she didn't know.

Shania felt shy, although she was a little talkative, not sure if the wine was taking effect. “Just one dance I promise,” Christian said and let go of her. He cleared the living room so they could dance. “No, it's embarrassing,” she protested, not in the mood to dance. “Baby, you will enjoy it,” saying that, Christian picked up a remote. He always dreamed of this, and he was going to get his way.

I put on a mischievous smile, he was making this too easy for me. I could feel Dante’s eyes burning into the back of my head, and I couldn’t resist the urge to twist the knife just a little deeper. I stepped closer to Christian as he took my hands and led me to the dancefloor. His hands safely placed around my waist as he drew me closer to him and guiding the way our body moved in rhythm to the soft music. I caught a glimpse of Dante out of the corner of my eye, his jaw clenched as he watched me with Christian. Satisfaction curled in my chest, and I leaned in a little closer to Christian, wrapping my hands around his neck as we spoke.

“I’m just not good at dancing.” “That’s a lie,” Christian pointed out, flashing her a smile that said he didn’t believe her. “I’ve seen you dance a couple of times, you could out dance Shakira if you put your mind to it.” Leonica intended to scoff, however, the sound that came out of her mouth was more of a chuckle. “You’re exaggerating.” She retorted with a small smile on her lips. “Am not.” “Are too.” Christian shook his head and rolled his eyes in a playful manner. “Fine, have it your way. I’m not gonna push the issue anymore.”