It Takes Two For Tango Novels & Stories

He asked as though he's waiting for an answer. Who is this man? Arrgh! What a day this has been. "Now how are you gonna get out of this? One Alpha, one beta, and two Lunas against me and my warriors, hahaha, I will make you pay dearly for crossing my paths." Did he say two Luna's? Who is the second Luna please? Someone should fill me in, I'm lost. " You can add one more Alpha to that count" We soon heard a voice from behind us. Okay, who is this one now??? He doesn't even look familiar, but either ways, if he's on our side then voila.

"You tango like a pro... someone must have taught you those steps." "No one—" my voice trailed off. "Yeah," James said, chuckling. "And to make things even more interesting, you danced the king and queen's tango routine perfectly." My eyes widened in surprise. I just performed the— I pushed the thought aside, telling myself that it couldn't be true. There was no way that I just did that. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering disbelief. "Maybe it was just a lucky fluke," I suggested, forcing a laugh to mask my embarrassment.

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

You. Then he kissed her properly and she wrapped her arms around him kissing him back hungrily until the Consultant coughed discreetly, ‘There’s something else’ He said and the couple looked at him expectantly, ‘It’s Twins again.’ Tash fainted and Romero grinned happily, when she came around he scooped her up and carried her back to his car ordering his driver to take them back to the compound. The rest of their men had returned and everyone was waiting in the ballroom, Romero refused to put a wriggling self-conscious Tash down as he ran up the steps onto the dais.

I split my hair into two braids and threw on a simple blush colored spaghetti strap crop top with high wasted light wash jeans and a tan cardigan that goes past my ass for warmth in the cool autumn air. “Well, don't you look adorable?” Kingston said as I almost bumped into him in the hallway. I smiled widely. “Thank you.” His fingers wrap around my right braid. “I like this on you, baby.” He said and my cheeks reddened. He walked towards me until I was trapped between him and the wall. What is up with them trapping people against the wall? Tingle runs through my body when his hand outlines the curve of my hip.

Lex complained. "Now what do we do?" I turned to Alex, frustrated, and asked for his opinion on the subject. With a smile, Alex grasped my hand and drew me close to his chest. "We," he murmured in my ear. "Practice our Tango!" ****

She's kind of pretty but not as pretty as his doll. A scowl suddenly replaced his amusement at the memory of the doll-like girl who always reject and turn him down. He shook the thoughts away and focused on the dancing girl instead. His friends were getting wild now, adding to Ethan's embarrassment, who was blushing deeply, much to Chase's amusement. There was a slow shift of music. He guessed it was the cue for the second girl to come out. Just like the first one, the giant cake split in half, showing a girl in a skimpy two-piece of clothing. His eyes zoomed in and checked her out.

I said, s‍mil⁠in​g back shyly. We held hands⁠ and walked around. We peeked int‍o one room. T‌wo white gu⁠ys and two brown-s⁠kinned women we‍r⁠e having a moment. O​ne guy wa‍s thrusting into a woman while pinching her nip⁠ples⁠. She moaned, “Oh y​es… ri​ght there… yes!” The other woman got on her hands and knees. The second guy saw us.‍ “Wan⁠t t‌o join?”

I eyed the golden watch on the table, pretending to be interested in something else while inching closer to the table. I knew it was wrong to steal but I couldn’t help it. I was hungry and I didn’t want to die. I couldn't afford to hesitate. I moved closer, each step calculated. Something in my head whispered caution, but hunger roared just a little louder. I could nearly hear the eulogy now: Artemis Vincent, dead at 22 because she was too virtuous to swipe a watch left behind by some rich guy.

The morning sun spilled through the glass façade of Knight Enterprises, catching every inch of its sleek marble floors and steel accents. The place glimmered like it had been polished by angels—or by interns who feared for their lives. Lily Carter power-walked across the lobby, clutching her bag with the intensity of someone headed into battle. Her heels clicked too fast against the marble, her blouse was tucked unevenly, and her ponytail had already sprouted a rebel strand that refused to stay put.