I Just Wanna Dance By Tiffany Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ian just laughed clearly understanding that they didn’t swing that way. One of my favorite songs suddenly comes on and I jump up grab Ian and move us to the dance floor. It was crazy in love by Beyonce but the slow version. I loved dancing and was a damned good at it. Ian places his hands on my hips and I swing my hips grinding on him. I chose Ian to dance with me because he was guy and I knew nothing inappropriate would happen with him. With how sensual the song was, the dance was bound to be hella seductive. I didn’t need giving anyone especially not Asher or Xander a hard on.

Just to frustrate her a bit further. "What do you think of this one?" She held a red number against her body, as she stood in front of the full body mirror. "For your dance date with Jason?" I teased. "The same guy that you're head over heels for, but won't tell? I think it's perfect." "Shut up," she laughed. "Blue's always been your color though," I thoughtfully said as I eyed the pale blue dress that was in the pile with the I'm sure would be rejected other ones.

"Oh come on isn't that what your bouncer over there is for?' Ivan asked pointing towards a man standing in the corner of the room keeping an eye on everyone present. "Well since you're celebrating sir. I know you always love seeing the different new girls. And it just so happens we have us quite the firecracker. I think you'll be very pleased!" The woman declared with a smile. "Of course she's scheduled out there so if you wish for her to dance for your group, you'll have to pay extra. "Alright! Now we're talking! Go ahead and bring her in! Tiffany's always has the best, WOOO!"

Covering myself with my sun dress, I let Jackson set up my phone and balance it on the floor next to a tree. "Do you know the dances?" I ask with a frown. "Yup, now lets go!" He quickly rushes to my side as he starts the video. The song is one I quickly recognise, and I fall into beat with Jackson as he flawlessly performs the dance. It's some kind of twerk song, I'm not sure what it's called but it's fun. I technically don't know how to dance, but the tik toks are pretty simple and easy to follow, plus, they don't last more than like twenty seconds.

"Are you having a good time?" Alexandra heard a husky voice ask from behind. The music in the club made it rather difficult to hear him. The flickering lights weren't helping either. "What!?" She yelled out, hoping he would hear her over the music. He smirked before letting out a chuckle. "I asked if you were having a good time!" He shouts. This time, she heard him a lot better than the first. Alexandra took a sip from my drink and smiled.

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

Drunk and hormonal teenagers rubbing against each other on the dance floor and in the corners. We walk to a more secluded area in the kitchen, bottles of different alcohol lining the counters and multiple bags of foods laying beside them. "Wanna a drink?" Blake yells over the music. I shake my head, knowing if I come home drunk or even the slightest intoxicated, my mom would flip her shit. "Then, you wanna dance?" He nervously asks, his eyes flickering to the dance floor. A grimace flashing over his face. "Not if you don't want to." I laugh.

He had a smile on his face that made her heart flutter all over again. He walked up to her, his hand reaching out for hers. They met in the middle of the dance floor, just as Beyoncé sang, "I'm so crazy right now." They began to dance, their bodies swaying together to the slow, romantic version of the song. Clarisse felt like she was in a dream. She was dancing with Ian, her husband, and Beyoncé was singing for them. After her beautiful performance, Beyoncé walked up to Clarisse. Clarisse hugged her, her body still buzzing with happiness and shock. “Thank you so much for coming,” she said, her voice full of emotion.

"Tell her to keep dreaming! That agreement is fake! I don't believe she can do anything. Take her down!" I let out a quiet sigh. If that was his answer, then there was nothing left to say. Three minutes later, a 24-page PDF hit the internet. Unity Holdings shot straight to the top of the trending list. When Paul saw it, he collapsed back into his chair.

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."