The Billionaire's Ballet: a Contemporary Billionaire Friends to Lovers Romance (Friends With Benefits)
“Quinn didn’t chase me down. I didn’t even see him on the trail. Probably he was having to walk his horse due to his silly choice to wear shorts to ride.
It seemed romantic at the moment, but now I wondered if the man had a lick of common sense.
The house was quiet and still. I pulled off my boots and wondered if I would have time for a shower before Mom showed. I jerked the pins out of my braids and began unraveling them. My hair was impossibly long and all one length to keep it easy to tie up for shows.
I rarely ever let it down. The cascading waves of black fell past my shoulders, kinked from the braids. I ran my fingers through it.
The pictures in the hallway were arranged the same as always. Me as a baby. Me and Mom. Riding Jezebelle. My graduation.
Except.
A picture of me and Quinn by the barn had been replaced by one of me onstage. I frowned and took the frame off the wall.
The back opened with a flick of the latch. Sure enough, beneath the image of my role in The Nutcracker was... the old one.MoreLess
It seemed romantic at the moment, but now I wondered if the man had a lick of common sense.
The house was quiet and still. I pulled off my boots and wondered if I would have time for a shower before Mom showed. I jerked the pins out of my braids and began unraveling them. My hair was impossibly long and all one length to keep it easy to tie up for shows.
I rarely ever let it down. The cascading waves of black fell past my shoulders, kinked from the braids. I ran my fingers through it.
The pictures in the hallway were arranged the same as always. Me as a baby. Me and Mom. Riding Jezebelle. My graduation.
Except.
A picture of me and Quinn by the barn had been replaced by one of me onstage. I frowned and took the frame off the wall.
The back opened with a flick of the latch. Sure enough, beneath the image of my role in The Nutcracker was... the old one.MoreLess
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