Page 6 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

Oh no.

CHAPTERFOUR

Ezra

Henry’s smirk is full of mischief. “I know you need to teach your little ballerina a lesson about eavesdropping.”

Leo is here? What? Henry knows Leo?

“Shit!” a harsh whisper filters into the room from the direction of the door. Stunned by this unexpected discovery, I remain silent, continuing to listen. “Run—”

“We can’t run, they already know—”Noah?

“I swear to god!” the other person whisper-replies. “You got us caught.”

“Me? You’re the one breathing so heavy!”

There’s a gasp of outrage before a stern rebuttal of, “I beg your pardon! I do not breathe loud, you little—”

“Hey, no name-calling. I’m the one who’s going to get in trouble—”

“Oh, poor you, your big hulky boyfriend is going to punish you. How will you ever recover?”

“Jealous?”

“This was your idea, you—”

“Princess,” Henry says sternly, interrupting the squabbling. “Come inside with your guest, now.”

There’s some muffled shuffling and grunts before the door creaks open, and the two eavesdroppers step into the office.

“Heeey, guys,” Noah greets. “Fancy seeing the both of you here. I was just showing my good friend, Leo, around—”

“Leo has had a tour before,” Henry comments evenly. “Has he forgotten the place so quickly?”

“Short memory, this one,” Noah quips, offering a radiant smile to his partner. “Anyways, we best be off. I owe my comrade a drink—”

He makes a turn to leave, but it’s no use.

“Lying and eavesdropping?” Henry tsks. “Princess, what am I to do with you?”

“Umm, love me?” His shrug can’t hide the nervous but excited smile tugging at his lips.

“I already do,” Henry replies. “What exactly would that teach you?”

“Uhhh…” Noah can’t think of anything quick enough.

“Do keep our guest entertained for me, will you Ezra? I have to have a talk with Noah… privately.”

“Fuck,” one of them whispers. Who? I’m not sure.

“Not a problem,” I say, too curious to deny the request.

Up until now, I’ve only seen Leo in the dance studio with my daughter. I haven’t allowed myself to think about him whilst actually looking at him. He’s too beautiful and too tempting. I’ve told myself that thinking about him in anything beyond a professional capacity is inappropriate and impossible. Even if I have confessed my attraction toward him to Henry. I had to tell someone about him. It’s driving me crazy to stay away.

Miley likes him, and I’ll always put her first. Messing around with Leo could end badly, and my daughter losing her favorite dance teacher hardly seems like an option. But I can’t lie to myself while he’s standing here in front of me now. This isn’t the dance studio, and the risk somehow doesn’t feel so risky anymore. If he’s interested, I’m going to make a move.

He’s too lovely, too young, and too fucking pretty for me to ruin… so I might just need to make him mine. Yes… this can’t be a one-night fuck, this has to be something more. I can’t ruin him if I never let him go. If he can handle what I give him, I’ll be inclined to give him more.

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