Song: Desire- Meg Myers

Mariam, Mariam, Mariam what to do with her? I had hoped that his wife would tell the board who her husband was cheating with but she doesn't push it any farther. I wonder if that was what they agreed upon him quitting immediately for her to be able to be left alone in the process. Everyone at the Company talk about him leaving, there are so many rumors flying around. I drove by his house and there was a moving truck out front so the rumors are all true he is moving out of state. I guess it is better off this way for him. I wonder how Mariam feels about him leaving with his wife and family, leaving her behind like she never existed.

I had hoped she would quit the dance company but that is for sure not going to happen. It would have been nice if she was so upset that she can't even focus on dancing, however that is not the case. Within the following week she is all back to normal as if nothing ever happened between the two of them. Matter of fact she nails every move perfectly. I get thrown in the cast but not the lead part and it infuriates the hell out of me. She dances so smoothly on the floor and she is just so precise. I hate watching her dance. Furthermore I hate not being the lead.

After class, I take off to run home to change and then head out to the dance club. I wear a flare black mini shirt and a black crop top to match. Tonight I add just enough makeup on to show my true beauty. I even fix my hair, letting the locks fall against my back. The little diamond stud in my belly button glistens when the lights hit it just right and it matches perfectly with the diamond earrings in my ears. The heals I chose make my calves look magnificent and to die for. I can only image how many guys will attempt to throw themselves at me.

I walk right on in as if I own the club. The bouncer at door has a shit eating grin on his face as his eyes scan all the way down my body and back up. But he knows not to say or even bother attempting to touch me or he would be fired. My great uncle actually owns it on my dad's side. He owns several Clubs in New York. The cool thing is that everyone knows me here and I can just walk right on it.

Uncle Raiden is known all around the state, not only that but the whole northern east coast. He has boat loads of money and he gets whatever he wants. He has a few Clubs that I know about that are more for meeting the adult pleasures of life but I haven't yet went to one. I have heard a few people talk about them but I know the moment he sees me there he will kick me out. I feel like if I was a man he would probably welcome me right on in but since I am not, I guess he wants to just keep me safe. Which is rather funny, if he only knew the things that I have done.

I slide through the crowd and make my way to the dance floor. When I am here it's like no one judges me and I can dance just to be dancing. Several people are just watching the band while others are dancing. I dance all alone but with a group of others so it looks like I am dancing with them. I am dancing to the second song when one of the girls brings me a drink.

"Excuse me miss, I was told to give this to you. It's on the house. Mr. Adler says that it is nice to see you." She points to the upper balcony in the VIP section. I knew that I would not get by without him noticing me. I take the drink from her and hold it up in the air as if to say cheers to him and tip it over, drinking it down smoothly. It leaves a nice tingle in the middle of my throat. I hand her back the glass and walk up the stairs towards him.

When I reach the top the bouncers stand to the side so that I can walk on in. I lean in to hug him when he stands up to great me. "Uncle Raiden it is so nice to see you."

He kisses my cheek. "My darling little Violet, what brings you down to the club? I hope that old man of yours is keeping you in good hands?"

I smile politely back to him. "Daddy has always taken care of me, you know that."

"I know he has. He would do anything for his little girl. I was a little surprised to see you here. So is there anything that I can do for you?"

"No sir, I just want to have a good night dancing freely. The ballet company is just stressing me out at the moment and I needed to get out."

"Well make yourself at home. All the drinks are on the house of course. Go have some fun, please go dance the night away."

I was about to leave when I turn to look back at him. "What if I am not cut out to dance for the Company...I mean what if I just can't do it any longer. Would you let me dance at your other Club?"

He smirks, "I love you kid and that is not the lifestyle for you. Besides your dad would find out and have my head on a platter." He looks at the other men beside him and they all look at me and smile along with him but once he stops they do to. They are like little puppets on a string.

"He wouldn't have to know; could be our little secret." I look over at the guys and they all quickly look away from me averting their eyes elsewhere.

"Violet, dear, your dad is a regular he will find out in no time. Seriously you can do so much better than dancing at any of my Clubs. He will never allow it and if you think he would be upset, I would hate to see how Scarlet will react. Now go down and dance; have a good night. Take care dear." He hugs me again and I leave. I go down to the dance floor and start jamming to the music.

I move my body to the sound of the beat. I blend in with the crowd. I drink a few more drinks and I start to feel amazing. I feel hands come around me and when I turn this guy is smiling ear to ear. "You mind if I dance with you?" He practically scream in my ear over the music.

"NO!" I dance with him. He is about a foot taller than me and that is with me having on these heals so I give him a good two feet taller than me. He is also very built, solidly built I should say. His shirt is super tight against his biceps and I notice the tattoos that line both sides of his arms. When I turn around to look back at him, I notice his tight jaw line and when he smiles he has these to die for dimples that make my heart race. I wish that I could tell the color of his eyes however it is way too dark in here.

I let him dance so close to me, touching my hips, my thighs, my arms. I love when I turn around and he grinds into the back side of me. The lights are blinking and the music is blaring and with each drink I feel more and more relaxed. I'm tired of having to worry about what others think about. I'm tired of being little miss perfect dancer. I just want to have fun. I want someone to just love me for me. I know he doesn't really even know me but at the moment I just want to have fun.

I'm not sure how it happen but I end up at his place. The moment the door opens he has his hands all up my skirt and under my top. His nice warm hands slide down my stomach and reach for my hot spot. I don't bother stopping him. It has been so long since I have been with anyone. He picks me up and carries me to the couch and one thing leads to another. Wet hot sloppy kisses, I let him kiss down my neck and to my breast, popping one in and then nibbling on it just right to make me moan. I rummage my hands into his hairline and pull him closer in to me. We go for over an hour or so and once we both go it's like it drains all the energy out of us and we both pass out.

When I wake up, I am on the couch face down. I turn to look behind me and realize that this is not my place. I jump up when I see him laying in the floor. I frantically search around the room for my clothes and hurriedly put them on. I step over him in the process, thinking that maybe I might have killed him. However he grunts and starts stretching. I watch him open his eyes and makes contact with me. He sits up and smiles. "Good morning."

I smile back. "Good morning. I was just leaving." I bend down to look for my heals.

"I see that maybe you should stay for a little longer, let me cook you breakfast." I watch as he stands up and holy hell he is built solid. Not only that but he is covered in tattoos. Who in the hell is this guy?

I lick my lips. "I really need to be going, maybe another time." However my inner core is telling me to stay just a little longer.

"Please it's the least I good do." He grabs his boxers and slides them on. My mouth starts to water up and suddenly it's not food that I am craving. I walk over and touch his chest, tracing over the one tattoo. I slowly make my way down and pull down his boxers and my hand cups his manhood. I slowly make my way down and devour him. I love the way his hands grab a hold of my hair and twist it just right, pulling me in toward him more. I want to finish him off but I decide to push him back down onto the couch and climb up into his lap. I ride him like there is no tomorrow. Afterwards I lay there on top of him and we both start laughing like teenage kids for the first time getting off.

"Now I'm really starving," he laughs. Even his laugh gets to me.

I let him make breakfast as I put on some music. I watch as he cracks open the eggs and dropping them into the skillet. He adds onions and peppers and with each step he sways. This manly strong body looks amazing as he moves to the music. He places the plate in front of me and smiles. "You will like it...try it."

I grab the fork and place it seductively in my mouth to take a bite and then I pull it out holding the fork between my lips. I lick my lips and smile. He was right, I liked it. "I'm Violet by the way."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Eli." He leans in and kisses my lips and then gracefully licks the edge of my mouth to taste the remainder of eggs.