Illicit desires

"well, I wanted her bare, just like it's covered in this contract but looking at her schedule I wonder if she'd be willing to stay with me."

"Wait, you want her to move in your house?" Dax's eyes widened and he stared at me as if I had grown a second head before his very eyes rolled over.
"It does sound a bit ridiculous saying it out loud but here me out", This new idea had only popped into my head while looking over the schedule listed on the contract. "I'm already paying so much to have her, and I want to have her.....a lot.

"Yeah, and?"

"I want to make sure I'm getting my money's worth, and this schedule she has with the ballet company is extensive. If I only have a limited window throughout the week, I don't want to have to schedule it or take her down", I leaned forward and whispered. "If I want dessert in the middle of the night why go across town when it's already in my fridge?",

Dax laughed so suddenly at my words and I jolted back. His wide mouth parted, and his barking laughter echoed through our corner of the restaurant. He even held his stomach and shook with mirth, before wiping invisible tears from his eyes.

"Ah, you remind of your uncle back in the day, Aleksander. You're funny, I think I like you", He finished wiping fake tears of laughter from his eyes. "That's a great point. With the money you're putting down, I think we can convince her. Anything else?"

"I will need her as a date to events I must attend, I understand the NDA, but is there anything I should be aware of if the paparazzi sees us together or articles are written about us?", I was the youngest millionaire in the city, and she was the top ballerina. If we were spotted together then it would catch attention.

"Nah, just don't mention a contract and pretend she's your girl friend.
"A play boy like you with your reputation, eh, it won't look weird when you two just separate at the end of the contract."

"Fair enough," I exhaled. He had a point. Although the same woman on my arm for three months would be a new record. If it was known she was living with me the paparazzi might have a field day with that, so secrecy was incredibly important. "So, when do I get her?"

"Eh, I don't know, I still gotta go over this contract and get the other parties to sign it," Dax trailed off and looked away. My fist curled on top of the table.
Leaning forward, my face contorting with rage I seethed at him. "You don't get the check until I get an answer."

Dax felt my glare and angled his face back to me, he saw something in my eyes and he froze in his seat. One eye twitched and he shrank back.

"You do know my uncle, and you do know me," I reminded him. "I am Makalov and what I want I get it."

"Sure," Dax nervously fridgeted his fingers reaching for his glass to take a sip. "Alright, Mr Makalov, she'll have practice right now, but I can have a guy run the contract over the studio before her performance tonight. I'll make sure that the contact at the ballet and Rhea both sign before she goes on stage. As a show of good faith, I won't cash the check until she's yours."

"So, when?" I pushed, eager enough to start running like a maniac.

"If she signs and agrees to the terms of staying with you.... Probably after her show tonight if you're ready to take her in."
"I have a guest room she will be staying in, I can have it ready." The words were out of my lips in seconds and my heart lodged itself in my throat. More importantly my pants felt tight just thinking about what I would do with Rhea tonight.

Dax smiled and once again his eyes went to the check on the table.
"Would you like to pick up or have your dessert dropped off, sir?"
"I will pick her", l replied quickly.

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RHEA'S POV.

The lights in the studio were blinding, and the music was so loud I could feel it on my ear drums. Despite the ache in my limbs, I kept myself moving. Flying over the ground as I rehearsed for the show tonight...

Repeatedly ensuring that my body was primed and ready to perform. This show was incredibly important to the New York City Ballet and I wasn't going to the reason it failed.

The music went high, and my dance partner lifted me up into the air. Ricky was prince Siegfried in the show, and we spent hours together every day practicing our moves until we appeared to flow together like one body when we danced.

And even though it had been two weeks, when Ricky touched me, it was someone else's hand I imagined were on my body. He would grab my hips and lift me in the air. And I remembered Aleksander's fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me from behind.

Ricky would grab my hand and twirl me, and my mind was overwhelmed with the sight of Aleksander between my legs using his devious fingers to pleasure me as he watched. When Ricky wrapped his arms around me, his warm male body against my back I was transported back in time to that morning when Aleksander had drawn made me climax again and again.

"Rhea!", Ricky shouted when I stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. His powerful arm caught me, and all the air was knocked out of my chest. I was dripping with sweat and panting from hours of practice, but there was a new layer to the redness in my cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Ricky's deep voice in my ear startled me and I was suddenly pulled back down to earth and away from the indecent thoughts in my head.