Page 93 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"My glutes are killing me," Northina says. "And don't ask why or how, but they are." We all start laughing.

"Sarah, you're looking really good today," Maribel smiles at me.

"Please do not say that you think I'm one of the best in the class." I stare at her. "I know I'm not."

"I know you don't believe it, but you're one of the students that has picked this up the fastest. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Sarah," Maribel continues. "I know you want to be the best, and I know that you feel like you should be good enough to perform in a club or in a show, but it takes those women years and years. You've not been doing it that long. Trust me, you're good."

"Thanks," I say and shrug. I don't want to get all sappy and I don't want to start crying. I've been crying enough as it is.

"So everyone, you have a great evening and I'll see you all next week."

"Sounds good," I say, heading towards the locker room. I walk ahead of the others because I don't really want to chat. I can't even believe that I made it to class today. It's been three weeks since I've been. Really, it'd been three weeks since I'd done anything. I think I must've lost at least 10 pounds because I hadn't been able to eat because my heart had been broken. Isabel and Ella were worried about me and I knew they had a reason to be, but not only was I heartbroken but I was embarrassed and humiliated and I just felt stupid.

How could I have told him I loved him? What sort of dumbass does that after barely knowing someone? Sure, we'd slept together and sure we had an amazing connection, but maybe that's what lust was. Maybe it was nothing more than that. Maybe I was so caught up in the daydream and fantasy of wanting it to be more that I completely over exaggerated everything in my head.

I was looking for jobs because I did not want to go back to Roster International. I did not want to see Ethan ever again. I didn't know how I'd be able to face him. I grab my duffle bag out of the locker, splash my face with some water and head to the main entrance. I debate going for Mexican food or going straight home. I know I should most probably go for the food because it's been a long time since I felt hungry and I know I need some nourishment. I step out of the door and almost immediately collide with Ethan.

"Hey, clumsy," he says, with a lopsided grin and I just glare at him.

"My name's Sarah," I snap. "And what are you doing here?"

"I am here to see you," he says, wrinkling his nose. "I was hoping you'd be happy."

"Why would I be happy that you're stalking me again?"

"Truly not stalking you," he says, "but I think it's fate that you're here."

"You think it's fate that I'm at my weekly dance class?"

"And that I found you here," he says.

"How did you find me here if you're not stalking me?"

"There was a sticker for the club on your pole."

"What do you want, Ethan?"

"You haven't been to work in three weeks."

"I spoke to the HR department. They told me it's not going to be an issue."

"It's not an issue," he says, "but I've missed you."

"Okay."

I take a deep breath. "What do you want? Or do you need another jingle or a jangle or what the fuck ever you want from me?"

"I don't need anything from you, Sarah. I just need you to not be mad at me."

"Well, I am mad at you. I'm pissed off and that's not going to change."

"I hurt you," he says. "I understand that."

"Really? You understand that? Okay, good for you. Yay. Ethan understands that he hurt my feelings. That makes me feel so great."

"There's no need to be sarcastic."

"Okay. How would you prefer me to be? Would you like me to sing and dance and perform some sort of-

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