His Enchanted Swan

Chapter Fourteen

Yvette was stunned by all the explicit details, of the story that Bartholomew had just told her. Her mind, and body just completely froze, yet she could feel desire burning with in her s****l core.

“Are you alright?” He asked her.

“Umm, yes.” She replied. “I guess I never thought that story would get that explicit, I’m surprised you would tell it to me.”

“I hope I didn’t offend you, my dear.” He said, as he stared deep into her eyes. “Perhaps my tale comes off as inappropriate, and politically incorrect. But you need to understand the dynamic of the relationship between Rothbart, and Odette. She feared him, not just because she had longed for her freedom, but she also feared her own desires for him. You must emote that, to every woman sitting in that audience. They must identify with Odette, and you must do that through your performance. Once you master that, then you shall master the part of the Swan Queen.”

Bartholomew slowly made his way towards her, as he kept staring into her eyes. He didn’t stop, even as he came closer to her. She had no choice, but to back into the wall behind her. Through intimidation, and her own desires for him, his powerful strength bared right into her soul. With great intensity, his nostrils flared, as both of them began breathing heavily

“Now then.” He demanded. “Take what you are feeling at this very moment, and dance for me. Don’t worry about the steps. Just let what you are feeling, take control of your body, your mind.”

With that, she began to spin around the room. The emotions, that he had brought out of her, made her feel invincible, as she continued to dance.

“That’s it!” He exclaimed. “My Odette! My Swan Queen! Become mine forever! With great fervor, he soon joined in with her. They were in perfect sync, as if their minds had become one. It was almost as if her mind had reached a state, of utmost perfection. All of a sudden they stopped, and stared into one another’s eyes.

Then out of nowhere, he smashed his lips into hers. Feeling completely under his spell, she not only did not fight him, but returned his passion. Then, all of a sudden, reality cam crashing down upon her.

“Wait!” She cried, as she pushed herself away. “I-I have a fiancé. Oh my god! Fred! I just kissed another man besides Fred!”

Tears began pouring out of her eyes, as she felt horrible over what had just happened. Bartholomew, looked at her and sighed.

“Please forgive me.” He said, as he had a look of regret in his eyes. “You are not to blame, for it was I that took advantage of you. I just got caught up in the moment. It was not only boorish of me, but it was unprofessional. I suppose that dance can take over ones emotions, and I am sorry. You should not blame yourself, for I am solely at fault.”

“It’s okay.” She replied. “I suppose I just got caught up in the moment as well.”

“Well then.” He told her, as he looked at her and smiled. “Let’s just move on, and pretend it never happened.”

“Agreed.” She said, as she returned his smile. Bartholomew, then looked down at his watch. “I see it is almost seven, we should probably make our way down to the auditorium. I’m sure Ariana won’t want us to be late for rehearsals.”

As they made their way down, to the auditorium, Yvette was in total disbelief. She couldn’t believe he had just kissed her like that. At least he stopped after she had pushed him away. It had frightened her, but excited her at the same time. She couldn’t believe that the famous Bartholomew Rothman, had actually kissed her like that.

If it weren’t for her engagement to Fredrick, she probably wouldn’t have stopped it. If anything, she would have wanted it to continue. His story had aroused her. But maybe that was his plan all along? Maybe he wanted to arouse her, to bring out her full potential? Either way, she was able to stop it, before it got out of hand. Yet, a small part of her, wished it had.

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Everyone was gathered in the auditorium, waiting for rehearsals to start. But it was now 7:12. Ariana was never late. Where could she be?

“Excuse me everyone!” They all heard someone exclaim. As they all looked around, they saw Mr. Edwards. He was head of the local foundation for the arts. They were the group responsible for the theater, as well as the ballet company.

“I need to let all of you know, that Ariana called me today.” He told them. “It seems that she had a family emergency, and needed to fly back to Greece this morning. Apparently her mother is sick. Unfortunately, she will be out for the season. So as of now, we no longer have a ballet director. It is going to be difficult to find one, but I promise we shall. I will begin interviewing prospects tomorrow. In the meantime, just continue your rehearsals without her.”

Mr Edwards then looked over at Bartholomew.

“Excuse me, Mr Rothman?” Mr. Edwards inquired. “Since you are the seasoned professional, would you mind taking over rehearsals for this evening?”

“Not at all.” Replied Bartholomew, as he smiled, and bowed his head. “After all the show must go on.”

As Bartholomew took over rehearsals, he put everyone through a grueling routine. It was an honor to work with him, but he made even Ariana seem like a pushover when it came to dance expectations.

He kept making the dancers run through the dance sequences over, and over again. Bartholomew was literally keeping everyone constantly on their toes. Yvette’s body started to ache, but she couldn’t get that kiss out of her mind. As she looked over at him, he seemed to keep leering at her throughout the night. Yvette began to wonder if his intentions towards her were more than professional.

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As rehearsals had come to a close, the dancers in the corps, all started heading home. Bartholomew watched as they dragged their tired bodies away. Well, he did warn them all, that he was a bastard, and a perfectionist.

After the last one left, a smile soon crept upon his face. The taste of his Yvette’s lips still remained upon his tongue. It had been along time since he, and his Odette, had shared a passionate kiss. Unfortunately, her conscience had gotten in the way. Her heart was still too loyal to that bastard prince.

But he didn’t have to worry, Delia would soon take care of him. Once she entices him, he will be forever under her spell. Then Yvette, would remember who she really was. She would remember, that she was always meant to be his Swan Queen.

“Well, you put everyone through a grueling routine tonight.” Said Delia, as she made her way over to him. “Everyone in the corps was grumbling about what a hard ass you are. If I didn’t know any better, I might think that you were actually planning on this show, making it to opening night.”

“Just keep on doing what I tell you, Delia.” He replied. “Don’t worry about any of the outcomes. Do as I say, and the handsome prince shall be yours, and you will be free of the curse that has been place upon you.”

“I’ve done as you asked, haven’t I?” She asked in anger. “Did I not help you kill that b***h last night, and steal her tears? Was it not I, that called Mr. Edwards, while pretending to be her, and lie about her having a family emergency? I have done as you asked, uncle! Okay?”

She shot him an angry glare, as she started to walk away. All of a sudden, he grabbed her upper arm, and harshly jerked her towards him. He then forced her to look at him.

“Do not think, that just because we are bound by blood, Delia!” He growled. “That you are immune to my wrath. You know what I do to those who anger me! If you have forgotten, than perhaps you need a refresher, my dear!”

“No, of course not.” She replied, with a slight look of fear.. “I’m sorry, if I was disrespectful towards you.”

Bartholomew, looked at her, and smiled. “Don’t worry, my dear, I forgive you. Just do as you are told. Once you enchant the man known as Fredrick, and make him forever promise himself to you. I will lift your curse. Than the two of you can live happily ever after, just like your own mother and father. Fail to capture his heart, and forever the black swan you shall be!”

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As soon as Yvette returned home, she immediately headed towards the shower. She felt filthy from all of the sweat, and every muscle in her body was aching. Even though she was exhausted, the hot water would feel like a God send.

Yvette got inside the shower, and turned it on. She then let the hot water engulf all of her body. It began to wash away all of the sweat, as well as her aches and pains. The only thing was, she was so tired, that she was afraid she might yawn and then drown.

Yvette closed her eyes, and faced the shower head. As she did so, she could hear the shower door open. Why was Fred here? Was he coming over to surprise her? She then heard him squirt some of the shampoo, into the palm of his hand, as he soon began lathering her hair. When he finished, she rinsed the lather out of her hair. As she did so, he started rubbing her shoulders.

“Oh my god.” She moaned, as a smile crept upon her face. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

She then turned around, and opened her eyes. But to her surprise, it was not Fred who was standing right in front of her. Instead, it was Bartholomew, with a look of wanton desire in his eyes.

“What-what are you doing here?” She gasped, as she trembled before him. He frightened her, but she could not deny that his body was a work of art. She became both frightened, yet slightly aroused, as the bronzed god stood naked before her.

He gave her a lustful smile, as he gently wrapped his left arm around her. With his right hand, he cupped her cheek, and lightly began to stroke it with his thumb.

“We both know why I’m here?” He replied in a husky whisper.

“I-I-have a fiancé.” She replied. At that moment, she didn’t even know if what she was feeling was fear, or titillation.

“Then ask me to leave.” He replied, in the same husky whisper. His eyes stared straight into her very soul. He gave her a lustful smile, as his lips were mere inches from hers.

“This-this can’t be real!” She breathlessly cried, as she could feel her heart racing. “This has to be a dream.”

“Well then, if it is just a dream.” He replied as he slowly c****d his head, and started to lean his lips closer in to hers. “Then we won’t be doing anything wrong.”

Their lips soon collided into one another’s, as she eagerly gave into his passion.

Fredrick! She cried out, within her own thoughts. Please! Forgive me!

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