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*** OTHER WORKS: THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK 1: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK 2: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK 3: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY **** DANCING IN HIS STORM DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

The book’s title stood out to Belle even when she doesn’t know what it means. It was a language that she had never seen or learn before. Oddly, her sister, Rachel seemed to have taken so much liking to the book, according to what Dante had said. Curiosity beguiled Belle and her slender fingers begin to flip the pages after another, trying to make out what she saw in it. All she could see was words— words and letters she couldn’t understand. A

The door knob twisted slowly, and she bolted upright, ready to spring into action. As the door creaked open, she lunged forward, pushing the maid aside with all her strength. The maid stumbled, taken completely by surprise, and fell against the wall. She didn’t waste a second. She bolted down the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor, driven by a desperate need to escape this horror of a life her father had created.

The girl I could never have do now I have to take her best friend as revenge. Her tits brush against my chest and I know I'll need a cold bath. I breathe out through my mouth twirling her around until her back is to me we're still dancing and her hips perfectly placed on my throbbing cock. She runs the back of her hands over my face and I would say she's trying to seduce me if I didn't peek and see the other couples were doing the same or if I didn't spend a year in dance school.

Minx had been slow to calm, but when she had, a sheepish look had stolen across her features, and she'd exclaimed, “Bit rash, huh?” “Mm, mayhap, a teeny, tiny, bit,” I'd teased, as I'd held up my thumb and forefinger—a minute space separating the two pads. ~~ Time passed, and the alcohol flowed, and I was out on the dance floor again, dancing with a man who was drop-dead gorgeous, when suddenly he released me and my arm was grabbed from behind, and swinging me around until I was facing him, Nathan snarled, “He had his goddamn hands all over you.”

Where there used to be a photo of the three of us—Michael, Ryder, and me—was now replaced with a wallpaper of two cartoon girls, one big and one small, holding hands. In an instant, the swarm of suspicions I’d been trying to silence over the years roared back, suffocating me. I didn’t even notice how badly my hand was shaking when I opened his chat app. The messages between Michael and Janine weren’t particularly incriminating at first glance. It was mostly her coordinating his outfits, updating him on the progress of the dinner event, and working tirelessly on his behalf. Then why, in the middle of urging him to hurry, did she also send a selfie?

“You’ll enjoy it. Don’t worry, it is full of diagrams,” She blushes a deep scarlet. “Um, is it like the last book you lent me?” Taking another drink I shake my head. “Of course not. That book was practically for children. This one doesn’t just talk about basic positions, it also discusses more, enlightened arrangements and gives tips for delaying or enhancing…” “I don’t think I’ll need that then,” her eyes are quite wide as the crimson flush spreads from her cheeks to her perky little bosom. It’s adorable how easy she is to embarrass.

After all, my father had sacrificed so much to protect this book. “Can I have the room?” I asked, holding my palm out to receive the lighter from Cole, whose hand still hovered mid-air. Like obedient puppies, they both left the room at once. I shut the door behind them and began moving with intent, dancing to invisible rhythms, as if a tune played only in my head. When I stumbled through a move, I flipped the pages and practiced again, determined to memorize every step, every detail. By the end, sweat poured down my face, and my underarms were soaked. I could smell my own body.

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.