Dancing With The Strangers Novels & Stories

I responded, pulling Dustin away from this rude Chinito-looking guy, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes as he looked at both of us. "Goodbye, Rui! I'll text you later!" Dustin said this while waving to Rui. "Dustin, you've only been here since this morning, and yet you can't stop yourself from flirting with a stranger. I mean, it's different here than it is in the United States," I felt like I was already acting as a big sister as I said that. "Uhmm, I'm actually from the United Kingdom, not the United States, and besides, I've been a good boy since I only received two numbers from those lovely girls I met earlier, plus another one from Rui," he bragged.

But I couldn't do it when I looked at Zack's direction and saw him staring intently at my dance partner as if he's really to kill whoever this man with me right now. Don't know with the fulfilling feels I am feeling right now looking at Zack looking at the man with envy and jealousy. When he looked at my direction, I raised an eyebrow at him and sneered and then hooked my arms around the neck of my current partner. I saw the buck of Zack's reaction, I was even more satisfied. Ego hurting when seeing me dancing with another man, huh? "You're beautiful. What's your name?" My gaze turned to the stranger as he spoke. His English accent tells me that he's really from foreign country.

She was alive, she was free, and for this moment, nothing else mattered but the music and the sweat-soaked bodies moving around her. As Amber danced, a tall, dark-haired stranger caught her eye. He was moving across the dance floor with a suave confidence that piqued her interest. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Amber made her way towards him, her hips swaying seductively to the beat. The stranger caught the hint and moved closer, his eyes locking with Amber's. Without a word, he pulled her in, his hands on her hips as they began to move together in a sensual dance.

Lila's pov I stood on the balcony,the cool night air brushing against my skin as I stared up at the stars.Behind me, the gala’s music was soft, like a memory fading away. I felt like I didn’t belong, like a stranger in my own story. I didn't even know what was I doing here,I should be inside with Alex, pretending everything was fine, playing the perfect wife. But the lies, the secrets, the things I couldn't ignore anymore—they were all pressing on me.

She looked at her with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "Hello," she said softly. "What's your name?" She said as she sat next to her. The maid hesitated, then replied, "Adina." They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them visible. Finally, she asked, "why did they run off?” The maid paused and smiled “You're the first woman Dante has brought to his home.” “Can you tell me about that man… Dante?" Now she was even more curious as to who he was and why he had brought her here. — “who is he? Does he have a wife? A family?”

She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him instantly. “It’s not time for business,” she whispered. “You were my boyfriend before you became my business partner. Right now.. it’s just us. Come dance with me.” She pulled him fully into her, letting the music wrap around them. Clothes were shed. “It’s our world,” she murmured, pressing against him. They danced, laughed, and tumbled into each other’s arms. Kelvin wrapped her from behind, his hands roaming her breasts. One of Clarita's hands gripped his neck while the other explored his dick.

Jennifer was speechless. The air hung heavy for a few seconds. Then, she erupted into a grating laugh, her body quivering with mockery. "The show's top sponsor? Everyone knows the Shaw Group runs the show. "In the end, it all boils down to ambition, doesn't it? What's the matter? Done with playing the devoted lover? Now, you're just a kept man, huh? "Cedric, you're shameless! Claiming I'm your wife when I've never agreed to such a thing?"

Instead, he simply stood there, watching me. Waiting. For a moment, I hesitated. Then the music began. Without a word, he pulled me gently toward the center of the floor. The stranger’s other hand settled at my waist, guiding me into the rhythm of the music. I placed my free hand against his shoulder as we began to move with the other couples. My eyes scanned the room, searching for Jace. He was dancing with a masked female, his eyes darting around everywhere as if he was searching for me.

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li