Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
He squeezed my shoulder again as he pressed a light kiss to the top of my head. “I’ve been working with you—you’ll do fucking fantastic,” he reassured me, his voice ringing with honesty. I blew out a soft breath, wishing I had as much confidence in my abilities as he did. “You have every step down to the T. You have a gift that not many other people have. You’ll be fine,” he soothed.
I only hoped he was right.
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It was half time.
I was standing off to the side, stretching my muscles while trying to calm the rapid pounding of my heart. My anxiety was making itself known, and I didn’t know how to calm it. Opportunities like this only came around once. I was so terrified that I would screw this up.
I shook my head at myself.
I would be fine.
I could do this.
I had been practicing this for weeks.
Vincent believed in me, and if he believed in me, then I needed to believe in myself.
Vincent jogged over to me as the football team was heading to the sidelines to watch the show. Normally, the guys disappeared into the locker room for halftime, but Vincent had managed to convince their coaches to allow them to rest on the sidelines to watch the dancers.
As soon as Vincent reached me, he pulled me tightly into a hug. I blew out a harsh breath and wrapped my own arms around him, burrowing my face in his sweaty uniform. “You’re going to do great, Meg,” he told me as he leaned back. He grinned down at me when I only continued to frown. He ran his eyes over me with a half grin that melted all of my nerves. “And you look great.”
I was wearing a sports bra and a pair of tiny, black shorts with my very colorful high tops. My abs were on display for all to see. Thanks to dancing and working out with Vincent all of the time, I was in tip-top shape, which was needed to be able to do the amount of dancing that I did. Because I didn’t just do it for a career; I did it because it was the only thing that kept me sane and grounded.
Vince pressed his lips to my forehead. “Knock ‘em dead, Meg,” he told me before he jogged back across the field towards his teammates. His girlfriend, Desiree, eagerly waved at me from her position across the field before she sent me two thumbs up with a grin.
You’ve got this, she mouthed.
I blew out a harsh breath. I really hoped I did.
I watched as one of the guys from my class stepped onto the stage that had been pushed into the middle of the field. He was one of my biggest competitors, and watching him, I only got even more nervous.
Please, God, give me the strength I need to do this.
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Julian
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“What the fuck do we have to watch this shit for?” I grumpily asked as I used my towel to wipe some of the sweat off my face. I would have much preferred to be sitting in air conditioning right then than being forced to watch people dance for a hopeless dream.
And that’s what it was—fucking hopeless. They’d never achieve it.
The damn water boy had more of a chance of being asked to play for the Patriots than these dancers had of ever getting a dance contract.
“Just wait,” Vincent said to me as he kept his eyes locked on the field.
I sighed, kind of pissed off about the entire situation. This shit was a waste of my time.
But hell, at least the music was kind of decent.
The guy got off the stage after his second dance, and then, the girl that had been with Vincent stepped up in his place. My eyes widened as I stared at her, my cock instantly hardening behind my cup.
Jesus Christ, where the fuck had Vincent been hiding her?
She was wearing a black sports bra and a small pair of shorts that barely covered her round, perky ass. She was short, but those fucking thick thighs of hers were tanned and muscular. When she turned her body to face where our side of the school was sitting, I was knocked breathless.
She was toned everywhere, her six-pack on clear display. The hair that had been in a messy bun earlier today was now cascading down her back in soft, dark waves. I could just picture my hands tangling in those long, dark tresses as I yanked her head back and thrust into her.
I was so fucking hard it hurt.
“Jesus Christ,” I grunted, not able to rip my eyes from her.
A hip-hop song blasted through the speakers, and she began to dance. I couldn’t rip my eyes off of her. I knew her dance wasn’t supposed to be sexual, but she had a way of making it seductive. And when she twisted her hips, I could only imagine her on top of me, twisting those hips as she rode my dick hard, her head falling back on her shoulders, exposing that beautiful, long neck to me as I thrust up from beneath her, my hands digging into her hips so hard I bruised her.