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Loving a Bully Billionaire.

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Her hands trembled as she reached for my shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons in a way that was both endearing and arousing. I could sense her innocence, f**k and her inexperience, and it only fueled my own desire to show her the ways of passion and pleasure.

“I want to,” As she whispered those words in my ear, her voice barely above a whisper, I had to have her, to show her what it meant to truly lose herself in the throes of desire.

I took her face in my hands, gazing into her eyes with a hunger that I had never experienced before. And as our lips met in a fiery kiss, I couldn't control my own lust for this beautiful woman anymore. The heat between us was palpable, the electricity crackling in the air as we let ourselves be consumed by the flames of lust.

I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all I saw was a fire burning within her.

As the heat between us intensified, I could feel my desire for Mia growing stronger by the second. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of longing only fueled the fire burning within me. I wanted her, all of her, in every way possible.

Her skin felt like silk beneath my fingertips, her body responding eagerly to my touch. I could sense the passion and desire emanating from her, mirroring my own. The thought of being with her in that moment, of giving in to our primal urges, consumed me entirely.

But as much as I craved her, as much as I wanted to lose myself in her completely, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of the consequences. What if I hurt her? What if I crossed a line that we couldn't come back from?

Despite the rationality of my thoughts, the pull towards Mia was overwhelming. I wanted to give in to the lust that coursed through my veins, to forget about the world outside and focus solely on the woman in front of me.

our bodies pressed closely together, I could feel the tension between us growing stronger with each passing moment. Her soft moans filled the air as I trailed kisses along her neck, my hands exploring every curve and crevice of her body.

“f**k!” I cursed under my breath.

But as much as I wanted to give in to the overwhelming desire that was coursing through my veins, a voice in the back of my mind was telling me that we couldn't. It was not the right time.

"Mia, we can't," I managed to whisper, the words barely audible as I continued to kiss her hungrily. But my protests were weak, my resolve crumbling with each touch, each caress.

a voice in my head whispers that this is wrong. She is pure, and I am tarnishing that innocence.

"Mia, stop," I manage to choke out, my words a feeble attempt to resist the pull between us. "We can't."

“Why not?” she asked almost like she was pleading for me not to tell her the reason.

I couldn't resist her. The way her chest heaved with every breath "I trust you," she whispered. I knew I had to have her, to feel her skin against mine, to lose myself in her completely.

I slowly removed her panties, my hands trembling with anticipation. I reached for a condom, my fingers fumbling with the wrapper as she moaned softly. Her arousal was palpable, and I couldn't wait any longer. Without hesitation, I entered her, feeling her warmth and wetness surround me.

A gasp escaped her lips, “Keep it quiet baby.”I whispered into her ear, not wanting anyone to interrupt this moment of pure ecstasy. We moved together in a rhythm that felt almost primal as if we were two wild animals consumed by lust.

“Griffin s**t…” she uttered my name, a wave of desire washed over me, consuming me in its fiery grip. Her touch ignited a fire within me that I never knew existed, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. The intensity of our passion was overwhelming, leaving us both breathless and lost in the moment.

I could feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, her hands, f**k her hands exploring every inch of my skin with a hunger that matched my own. The air around us crackled with electricity, the tension between us palpable as we moved together in perfect synchrony.

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Mia had always dreamed of becoming a professional dancer. Ever since her mother had passed away when she was just 13 years old, Mia had been determined to fulfil her mother's wishes. It was her mother's dream for her to attend the finest dance school in New York, and Mia was determined to make it happen.

On her 18th birthday, Mia received a letter that would change her life forever. It was from Dream Big Dance Academy in New York, and it came with a letter her mother had written before her passing.

Little did Mia know that her life was about to take a dark and dangerous turn, when she met the young billionaire who shattered her dreams and plung her into a terrifying ordeal she never could have anticipated. Will she be able to love him when his past starts to hunt them, or will she walk away from a love that consumes her?

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Chapter 1
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring, jolting me out of my restless sleep. The room was still dimly lit, the rain continuing to tap against the windowpane. I groggily glanced at the clock, realizing it was already past 3 AM. Joe, my roommate, was sprawled haphazardly on her bed, snoring softly with her earphones in. The weight of the upcoming final exam bore down on me, amplifying my anxiety. My mind drifted back to the past three years at Dream Big Dance Academy. It had been a grueling journey, filled with countless hours of practice, moments of frustration, and tears shed in the pursuit of perfection. But today marked the end of this chapter and the beginning of a new one. The thought of potential dance schools and the prospect of teaching others ignited a flicker of hope within me. Yet, amidst the excitement, doubt crept in. Would my hard work be enough to secure a job at one of the prestigious dance schools? The reality of the competitive dance industry weighed heavily on my shoulders. I tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding myself of the dedication and sacrifices I had made to pursue my passion. With a deep breath, I willed myself to focus on the present moment. Today was the culmination of years of hard work, and I was determined to make my late mother proud. As I closed my eyes once more, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful slumber, hoping that the upcoming performance would be a testament to my dedication and love for dance. "What's that noise?" Joe whined, kicking her feet like an impatient child. I turned to silence the blaring alarm clock, only to realize that I had overslept. Jumping out of bed, I found myself in a whirlwind, debating whether to take a quick shower or simply throw on my dance clothes and rush to the studio. "Could you please lower your voice?" Joe muttered once again, covering her head with a black pillow. I swiftly collected my toiletry bag and clothes from the dresser and headed towards the showers. As the water cascaded down, it sent a shiver through my body. I had never taken a shower this quickly before. Even as I turned off the water, the soap still clung to my skin. With only 15 minutes remaining, I Sprinted back to the dorm, tossing my pyjamas onto the bed and hastily blow-dried my long black hair. Finally, it was dry enough for a high ponytail, the perfect solution. I untied the towel wrapped around my soapy body and swiftly changed into my sleek black tights and silver leotard. A quick touch of light makeup would have to suffice. Time was ticking, and I had a mere 5 minutes left to reach the studio. Meanwhile, Joe remained fast asleep. She was only in her second year, it was clear she was merely following in the footsteps of her mother and sister, upholding the family tradition. How could anyone not fall in love with the art of dance? Frantically searching, I finally located my shoes. Ah, there they were. Slipping into my silver pumps, I dashed towards the studio. By the time I arrived, I was breathless and my once neat ponytail, was now a disheveled mess. To my dismay, the door was closed. Frustration overwhelmed me as I threw my hands in the air. The faint sound of music seeped through the studio walls, taunting me. The rhythmic count of "1 2 3 4, 1 2 3 4" echoed through the room as I forcefully swung the door open, interrupting Miss Daisy's warm-up session. The music abruptly ceased, and all eyes turned towards me. "Miss Johnson, you are late!" Miss Daisy exclaimed, her disapproval evident in her tone. "I'm sorry, Miss Daisy, my..." I began, but she cut me off. "I don't want to hear your excuses. Please join the line," she instructed sternly. I nodded, placing my bag on the floor and taking my position next to Jozell. Could this day possibly get any worse? My face burned with embarrassment from the sprint to the studio, and Miss Daisy's public humiliation only added to my distress. Three instructors sat at a nearby table. None of them bothered to glance up, except for the tall man in the corner whose gaze locked onto me. With his pitch-black straight hair, intense dark brown eyes, and tanned complexion, he exuded an air of authority. His attire screamed confidence and dominance. "Please find your dance partner, and let's begin," Miss Daisy directed. Turning to Jozell, I whispered, "Where is Mike?" "Didn't you hear? His parents were in a car accident. He left last night," Jozell informed me. Incredible, just absolutely fantastic. First, I overslept, then I was late for warm-up, and now my dance partner has bailed on me. I genuinely feel sorry for him, I truly do. It must have been a devastating shock, and I sincerely hope his parents are okay. But what about me? My entire routine is now in shambles. "Miss Johnson?" Mrs. Daisy's sharp voice cut through the air, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Will you please join the line to start the routine?" Her demand hung in the air, heavy with expectation. I nodded, trying to appear confident despite the nerves that threatened to consume me. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing in my ears, and my palms were slick with sweat. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the culmination of years of hard work and dedication. And yet, as I stood there in the dance studio, I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at me. I had spent countless hours perfecting my craft, honing my skills, and pushing myself to the limit. But now, faced with the reality of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a wave of doubt wash over me. I had no dance partner, no one to rely on or share the spotlight with. I hadn't practiced a solo routine, never anticipating that I would be in this position. As the line of dancers grew shorter and shorter, each one impressing with their skill and grace, I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was alone, a lone figure standing out against the backdrop of pairs and groups. The pressure mounted with each passing moment, the weight of expectation heavy on my shoulders. I stood there, alone on the dance floor, my heart heavy with uncertainty, I could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on me. The sound of the music filled the room, a melody that seemed to mock my solitude. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling hands and quell the rising panic in my chest. How had I ended up here, in the spotlight, with no partner to dance with? The thought of facing this challenge on my own made my throat tighten, threatening to choke me with fear. But then, as the music swelled around me, a memory surfaced. A memory of my mother's gentle voice, always urging me to find my own happiness, to create my own routines. She had taught me that life was a dance, full of twists and turns, and that it was up to me to decide how to navigate them. With her words echoing in my mind, I closed my eyes and let the music guide me. In that moment, the dance studio transformed into a sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in the rhythm and let my body move with abandon. As I danced, I felt a surge of emotion wash over me. The fear and uncertainty that had gripped me moments before were replaced by a sense of freedom, of liberation. My feet moved with a life of their own, my body swaying in time with the music, a testament to the passion that burned within me. Each note resonated with a memory, a feeling, a moment in time that I held dear. The dance studio faded away, and I was transported to a realm where only my mother and I existed. With each graceful movement, I felt her presence beside me, guiding me with a gentle touch. Her spirit danced with mine, a seamless blend of past and present. The music swirled around us, a symphony of love, loss, and longing. Tears welled up in my eyes as I twirled and leaped, my heart overflowing with a bittersweet mix of joy and sorrow. I poured my soul into every step, every gesture, every breath. The dance became a catharsis, a release of pent-up emotions that had been festering within me for far too long. My body moved with a fluidity that surprised even me, as if my very essence was being laid bare for all to see. As the final notes of the music faded into silence, I stood there, breathless and spent. The echoes of my dance lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the bond between a mother and her child. I opened my eyes to find the studio filled with a reverent hush, every onlooker touched by the raw emotion that had unfolded before them. “Thank you, Miss Johnson.” Miss Daisy said smiling with joy. I hope! Returning to the line where everyone had finished their routines, I reached into my bag to get my water bottle, my breathing still laboured and my hands trembling. As I stood in the dance studio, nervously waiting for my turn to perform, a tall, handsome man approached me. His presence was commanding, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of intimidation washed over me. "Miss Johnson, right?" the instructor asked. His voice was smooth and confident as he spoke, causing me to nearly choke on my water in surprise. I looked up to find his piercing gaze fixed on me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his striking features. I tried to compose myself as I nodded in response, but before I could say anything, he turned on his heel and walked away without another word. I was left dumbfounded, wondering who this mysterious man was and why he had approached me in the first place. His abrupt departure left me feeling confused and frustrated. How could someone be so dismissive and cold in their interactions with others? I couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered in the air after his departure. His confident stride and impeccable appearance only added to the enigma that surrounded him. Who was he? What was his story? I couldn't shake the memory of his piercing gaze, the way he seemed to see right through me. It was as if he knew something about me that I didn't even know myself. His presence had left a lasting impression on me, one that lingered long after he had disappeared from view. I took a deep breath, trying to push aside from the whirlwind of emotions that had stirred within me. As the day dragged on, each passing minute felt heavier than the last. I struggled to keep my eyes open in every tedious class, counting down the hours until it was finally over. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a mixture of nerves and excitement that seemed to electrify the entire school. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins. Along with my classmates, I practically sprinted to the dance studio, my heart pounding in my chest. We all gathered around the wall where three lists were posted, each representing a different dance school: Dance Academic, The Sky of Dance School, and Broadway Dance Studio. With bated breath, I scanned the papers, my eyes racing over the names listed. My heart sank as I realized that my name was nowhere to be found. A lump formed in my throat, and my stomach twisted into knots. The world around me seemed to blur as a sense of defeat washed over me. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. I watched as my classmates celebrated their acceptance into one of the prestigious dance schools, their joy cutting through me like a knife. Some hugged each other, some cried tears of happiness, and some simply walked away, their dreams fulfilled. "I'm sorry," Jozell's voice came from behind me, filled with pity and sympathy. Her words only served to deepen the ache in my chest, reminding me of the rejection that now loomed over me like a dark cloud.. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine care. Despite her sometimes harsh demeanor, I knew she was a true friend who always managed to make me smile. I looked up at her, and she immediately sensed that I hadn't gotten the job. "It's okay, don't worry about it," I replied, my heart racing as I grabbed my bag and rushed towards the dormitory. The echoes of laughter and music filled the hallways, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling within me. Students reveled in their successes, their joy a painful reminder of my own failure. As I hurried through the corridors, my mind replayed the scene over and over again. The slip, the fall, and then his voice. His voice caught my breath and sent shivers down my spine. The male dance instructor, a figure of authority and admiration, had reached out to help me. His gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, time stood still. "Are you okay?" His concern was genuine, but his tone held a hint of something else. I quickly gathered my composure, averting my eyes to hide the emotions swirling within me. "Yes, thank you, sir," I managed to stammer out, the weight of my disappointment heavy on my shoulders. "Don't call me that," he retorted before turning and walking away. His dismissal stung, fueling a fire of frustration within me. How dare he be so callous, so arrogant? Just because he was an instructor dressed in expensive attire didn't give him the right to be rude. Gathering my belongings, I sprinted back to the dormitory, the door slamming shut behind me with a mix of disappointment and determination. Alone in my room, I let out a cry of frustration, the words tumbling out in a torrent of emotion. "Mother, I tried. I tried so hard, I gave it my everything, and I failed you!" My voice filled with raw emotion, a mixture of frustration and disappointment that threatened to consume me. After what felt like an eternity, Joe and her girlfriend entered the room, their presence a welcome distraction. I quickly jumped up, attempting to compose myself as Joe's concerned gaze met mine. She had been my dorm mate for almost two years now, a constant source of support and understanding. As I sat on my bed, the weight of my emotions still heavy on my chest, I knew that this was only the beginning of a journey filled with challenges and triumphs. The dance of emotions had just begun. Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling defeated and alone. The weight of the day's events bore down on me, threatening to crush my spirits completely. “Oh no Mia,” she said her voice holding a sadness. She knew exactly why I was crying. Her presence alone brought a sense of calm over me. She sat next to me, her touch gentle as she rubbed my back, offering words of comfort. The warmth of her touch and the sincerity in her voice made me feel seen and understood in that moment of vulnerability. As she ushered the other girls out of the dorm room, I knew that Joe was someone I could trust with my deepest emotions. And as we sat alone, she continued to offer her support, her kind eyes filled with empathy. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, her voice soft and caring. I poured out my heart to her, recounting the events of the day that had left me feeling shattered. The disappointment of being left to perform solo, the judgment of the instructors, and the rudeness of one in particular weighed heavily on my shoulders. With each word I spoke, Joe's expression shifted from worry to sadness, mirroring the emotions I felt inside. And when I mentioned the encounter with the rude instructor, her own frustration seemed to match mine. But Joe was not one to wallow in despair. With a sudden burst of determination, she stood up and took hold of my arms, her eyes ablaze with a fierce resolve. "Come on, you're not staying alone in this dorm tonight. We're going out," she declared, her voice unwavering. "Come on, Mia. You never go out. It'll do you good," she insisted, her voice filled with conviction. I could see the sincerity in her eyes, and I knew she only wanted what was best for me. "I don't know," I replied, my voice laced with doubt. The thought of putting myself out there and stepping out of my comfort zone was overwhelming. "Come on, I'm not taking no for an answer," she said, her tone becoming more firm. She stood tall and practically demanded that I join them for a night out. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But the look of anticipation on her face was enough to make me give in. "Okay, but I'm not staying out late," I conceded reluctantly, knowing that once I stepped out of the door, there was no turning back. "Yeah, ah!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in triumph. She grabbed me by the shoulders, excitement radiating from her. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response, knowing that I was in for a night of unexpected adventures. I opened my closet, my heart pounding with nerves and excitement. I had no idea what the night had in store for me, but one thing was for sure - it was going to be a night to remember.

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