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“What’s wrong with you?” Emma asked. I had learned quickly that she had always been straight to the point. While she came off curt most times, she meant well.
“Leave her alone,” Shawnee scolded her friend.
“Listen.” Amber Bishop pulled her long red hair up into a ponytail. “Just tell us what to do. You’re amazing at what you do, girl. You instruct. We’ll listen.”
And they had. I thought I would have to dance alongside them for them to get it, but I underestimated them.
It had been almost a month since I got those creepy phone calls. Every time my phone rang, it still set me on edge. Vince made me promise not to answer my phone if the number wasn’t in my contacts list. I listened and that fear slowly dwindled away.
Vince and I spent as much time together as possible and when we weren’t together, we were constantly texting or talking on the phone. Sometimes I would send him a sexy picture only to get a video in response or it would be the other way around. We liked teasing each other. It was fun and flirty and everything I could ever hope for when it came to being with him.
Stretching my arms up and over my head, I bent my body in ways most could only ever dream of. Lowering to the ground into wide splits, I bent my upper half forward, reveling in the way my muscles stretched and twitched between the added strain.
Once the song ended, I slowly rose to my feet and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
We got this, girl. We always got this.
When the song switched to something faster and more upbeat, I let my body move to the rhythm. Hip hop had been my calling after my accident. I watched video after video and eventually found myself doing my own routines. The movieHoneywith Jessica Alba had been a favorite. I studied like I never studied before, but I found the only way to actually learn how to dance was by letting the music take me away.
I was vaguely aware of Vince holding out his phone like he had done quite often. I wasn’t sure if he was taking pictures or a video. I never asked. I knew he would tell me when he was ready.
When the song switched to something sexy, I turned to Vince and crooked my finger, indicating for him to come toward me.
He grinned, that single move sending a flutter through my lower belly.
He shoved his phone in his back pocket and stalked toward me. Once he joined me on the dance floor, I grabbed his hands, spun around and ground my ass into him.
By the time the song ended, every inch of me tingled.
Before he had a chance to comment, I cupped his face and brought his mouth down hard on mine.
He slapped his hands against my ass, lifted me in his arms, and slammed me up against the wall.
The next thing I knew, he was inside me, taking my very breath away.
Vince broke the kiss, lowering his mouth to my neck.“Mine.”
Every time he muttered that single word, a sense of relief washed over me.
My eyes were met with our reflection in the walled mirror across the room. His back muscles bunched, his ass flexing with each powerful thrust of his hips.
That single view shoved me over the edge and seconds later, he was jumping right along with me.
***
“What is it?” Vince asked, fingering the pendant hanging from the gold chain around my neck.
I watched as his strong fingers moved over the pink slippers. “Why do you keep touching the pendant?”
“Because.” His eyes shot to mine. “It reminds me that you belong to me.”
My stomach flipped. “You don’t need a reminder, Vince. I’ve always been yours.”
He smirked. “Stop trying to distract me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
After he fucked me against the mirror, he brought me back to my office so I could get some more work done.
“Baby.” Vince kissed my temple. “Talk to me.”
