I want her

Gasping in a deep breath of cold air, I tried to untangle the turmoil burning inside of me. Those emotions I locked away for the interaction were trying to claw their way out. How dare Luke talk to me like that. As if he isn't the man who preys on the ballerinas and introduces them to Dax. I was nothing more than a dancer not until when he overheard me talking about money concerns after Grandpa falling sick. He was a brilliant choreography but he was a terrible asshole. I knew he profited from the contracts with Dax, but he didn't suffer like the dancers he coerced into the contracts did. Luke's inappropriate comments to me didn't start until after I took my first contract. His eyes had always wandered more than they should have during practice, and it seemed like he thought had a chance to have a one night with me. I don't think Luke could fathom that my standards weren't suddenly in the gutter because I was desperate to help my grandpa. If he wasn't paying for my time, he would never