Dancing With The Strangers Novels & Stories

"Spend the night with me then. Whatcha think?" "Hmmm. You'll have to make me say yes to that." She winked. Therese closed her eyes to feel the beat. The two continued to dance with their bodies almost having no gaps in front. With every step, every sway and twirl of Therese, the stranger's sinful hands followed her body. He was all over her and she didn't care. She thought she could do this all night if it meant she would forget about a certain someone. But she stopped her movements and bolted her eyes open to see the man she was dancing with being grabbed by the collar and pulled away from her aggressively.

And I wanted to move. The dance floor was packed, bodies pressed together, sweat and heat and energy rolling off them in waves. I let it consume me, moving with the music, letting the tension I’d been carrying for months drain out of me. Lilianna danced next to me, her hands high in the air, a wicked smile on her face as she twirled under the flashing lights. Then I felt someone. Not Alessandro but someone. A tall, dark-haired stranger, his hands resting lightly on my hips, waiting, giving me a chance to push him away. I didn’t. I should have, but I didn’t.

Cassie let out an exasperated sigh before she followed her drunk best friend. Via danced without inhibition. It felt as if she was throwing her anger and pain along with every move of her body. She wanted to forget everything. She wanted to stop herself from thinking that she was a tool used by her family. She wanted to continue deceiving herself that she was loved when in reality, she was not.

Emily teased her sister. Melissa frowned at her. “To lap dance someone I don’t know?” “Yeah, that’s the fun of being here and why are you staring as though we are making you do something really ridiculous?” “This isn’t ridiculous enough? I just got dumped and you think throwing myself at a stranger is the right thing to do?” “Come on, Melissa! Don’t you find your lifestyle very boring? You’ve been so uptight, doing things the modest way, and what happened? Your so-called boyfriend got your best friend pregnant on your 3rd anniversary with him.”

"More of him? Well, that's not a one-night stand then. Maybe he's a lover." "I don't know him. I don't even know where he lives. He's a stranger but the feeling is different." "Where did you guys meet?" "At the field. In the woods." "Last night was the full moon. I told you to come home earlier. Are you sure you weren't mated?" "I don't know where it is but I just feel like I want more but I think it's different for him," she replied feeling sad. "Girl you are tripping. Chill. I think it's just a fling. There's nothing serious there. Dada asked of you."

And as I stood there holding Damon's hand while watching everybody smile around us… I realized something. After every storm life threw at us— We survived. Together. Then suddenly, Damon turned toward me and bowed slightly like a gentleman. “Mrs. Sophia Graham,” he said dramatically. “May I have this dance?” I smiled immediately. “Only my husband has the right to ask me that.” Damon gasped loudly. “Oh?” “Yes.” “Then who exactly is your husband?” I pretended to think deeply before smiling proudly. “My handsome husband, Mr. Damon Graham.” He narrowed his eyes jokingly. “Hm. I am jealous of him already.”

The situation only made me feel even more nervous. I bit my bottom lip and tried my best not to make a sound. “Good girl. It must be hard holding it in, isn’t it? Let me help you.” Apparently, the man noticed that something was wrong with me. His gaze raked over me. Then, he glanced at Samuel with a mocking smile. The man removed his pants and eagerly climbed on top of me…

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

‎ ‎At some point David came to me, ‎" Comon man, come to the dance floor." ‎"Maybe later." ‎ ‎He nodded okay dude. ‎He went back to eve, as soon as she waved at him. ‎I watched them dance, I watched the way he looks at her, like she was his space, like she fitted into his world. ‎ ‎I felt a string of pain in my chest. ‎I slipped out quietly. ‎ ‎I walked outside the street with knowing we're I was heading too just putting a distance between me and the wedding hall, I could no longer were the music or laughter.

I nod, placing my hand in his. We make our way to the middle of the dance floor. I sing along to the music and rotate my hips in rhythm with the beat of the music. I reach my arms up and rest them on the stranger's shoulders. His hands cautiously venture down to my hips. He holds them and mirrors my movements. I step closer and he pulls me against him. My chest presses to his and his nose is mere inches from mine. We continue to dance, our bodies moving in sync with each other.