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Why am I working on a new story? I dunno why. Scary, yes. Usually when I'm working on more than one, I lose the interest to write altogether. *shrugs* Anyway, it's a new Shane fic, of course. He's sexy and I like it. ;)
Chapter 1
Shane lounged back on the couch, kicking his feet up on the arm at the opposite end. He folded his arms behind his head, exhaling a sigh that signaled his comfort. He eyed Adrienne, his lips pursed. He wasn’t exactly sure why she was still pacing around his living room, grumbling things to herself, because he had stopped talking to her a long time ago. But out of curiosity, he asked anyway. “Are you done yet?”
Adrienne paused in the center of the room, her crisp blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not done, but nothing I say is getting through to you.”
“Because you talk a lot of shit, Adrienne.” Shane replied, pushing his shoes off at the heel with the toe of the other foot, “You leave now and I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
Adrienne smirked, crossing the room to sit on what little space there was left on the couch, “Bullshit. We’ve broken up three times and each time, you’ve come crawling back. I must be good.”
Shane rolled his eyes, “Fuck that. YOU have been the one crawling back to ME. God only knows why.”
“You took me back.”
“Everybody makes mistakes.”
“The same three?”
He shrugged, “So maybe it was the sex. You’re not good for anything else.”
“Talk about bullshit.”
He shook his head, completely exasperated with her. “I’m done hearing you. You can leave now.”
She stood, “I hope you know that what you’re saying isn’t affecting me in the least. I know you don’t mean it. I can walk out that door and you’ll call me in an hour, crying like the pussy-whipped little fuck you are. You’ll be back.”
Shane sat up, the smoke was practically billowing from his ears, “Let me put this into terms you might understand, Adrienne. Our half-assed relationship is like your career-over.”
Adrienne’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed in fury, “How dare you-“
“You will forever be the sorry little choral dancer that is a jealous bitch because the spotlight isn’t on you.” His words were like daggers in her back as he followed her to the door.
“Fuck you, Shane.”
He smirked, “I’m good too, I know.”
The door slammed in his face.
Daniella sat against the wall, her legs stretched out in front of her as she worked the sole of her brand new pointe shoes into an arch. She’d broken so many arches that most of her money went to buying new pointe shoes, not buying food or paying bills. But she’d been dancing for Philadanco for over a year now, she was used to going through shoes like water.
“What are you doing that for?” Nick asked, the attractive brown-haired man seated on the floor in front of her, “Your arches are so strong you slip a pair of those on and they practically meld to your feet.” He said, pointing to the stiff, pink satin shoe she’d been practically bending in half.
“Two weeks to a show, that’s why.”
He grinned at her, “Nervous?”
“Oh, no,” She shook her head, “It’s only my first solo performance in a year just to prove Matthew and James that I’m capable of doing more than endless échappés behind a scrim.”
“So you ARE nervous.”
“You didn’t catch the sarcasm?”
“C’mon,” Nick tugged at her arm, “You’ve got two weeks to break in your shoes and we’ve only got two weeks to work on our piece. Which sucks terribly, I must say.”
“Thanks. You’re such a confidence booster.” Daniella secured the excess ribbon underneath the knots tied around her ankles and stood, rolling her toes onto the boxes one foot at a time before following Nick onto the floor.
Nick slowed to meet with Daniella, dipping his head to speak close to her ear, “Check out Adrienne over there.” He said, subtly motioning to Adrienne who was seated on the piano bench next to Marcus, the pianist in Philadanco’s orchestra.
“So?” She asked, posing herself in fifth position in the center of the ceiling high mirror.
“That man is about as gay as a picnic basket.”
Daniella quirked an eyebrow, glancing back at Nick over her shoulder and she raised her arms above her head. “So what does that make you?”
“The same,” Nick shrugged, “And Adrienne KNOWS I’m gay, and I don’t know why she’s all up in his business. And,” He started, making another realization, “isn’t she dating the company’s lawyer?” He snapped his fingers a few times trying to conjure up the name in his head, “Shane West, right?”
“Yeah,” Daniella nodded, “but he’s been around the block anyway.”
“He never stopped at my house.” Nick scoffed indignantly.
“It’s an all-female block, love.”
“And it’s wrong! I can show the man a good time.”
“I’m sure you can. Now,” she began as Marcus finally started to play the song, “Dance with me.”
Adrienne stood from the bench, smiling proudly to herself as she practically strutted her way across the studio. There was no way Marcus could be gay, she thought, and if he was, it was a damn shame. Some gay men were just a waste. Not Nick, one she just passed, he was too much of a pretty boy. Like Tom Cruise, not that he was gay. If he was, Adrienne and the world wouldn’t be surprised. She bent down to collect her dance bag and water bottle from the floor as she caught sight of her greatest conquest to date, Shane West.
“Come to see me, huh? I knew you couldn’t say away.” She smirked at him, pointedly brushing up against him as she passed through the open doorway.
“Not exactly.” He replied, not even bothering to look at her.
“Right,” Adrienne nodded. She didn’t believe him for a second. “If you’re not here for me, then what are you here for?”
He shrugged, hands stuffed is pockets, “You know, just making my rounds. You’re very good at that too, you know.” He smirked, referring to her promiscuous qualities.
“See, that’s what we have in common, West. We’re both players, we’ve both mastered the game. We get what we want, whenever we want and then we leave.” She jabbed a finger to his chest, “But I know you, I know you’ll be back.”
This time, he looked at her, “You’re right.”
“I know.”
“I got what I wanted, whenever I wanted and I left. I’m just not coming back.”
“Whatever you say, Shane,” Adrienne shrugged, “But I won’t be home tonight, so you’re shit out of luck.”
“As you can see, I’m crying like a fucking baby.” Shane’s voice dripped with sarcasm and he turned his attention back to the two participating in the pas de deux rehearsal.
Adrienne let out a short chuckle, “Wouldn’t be the first time. I’ll see you around.”
Shane watched her as she walked away, hips rocking side to side. Self-centered bitch, he thought. No, what he was really there for was just for the sight of the delectable Daniella Walker. As Shane was Adrienne’s “greatest conquest,” Daniella was about to be Shane’s, if, of course, all went according to plan. Then again, Shane never really had a plan when it came to women. He played it by ear, worked his smooth charm and it always worked. But he saw a challenge in Daniella, one that he hadn’t seen in Adrienne. Daniella seemed to always have a smirk on her face as if she knew she was unattainable. Oh, how wrong she was. Ms. Walker would soon find herself captured…and probably naked in Shane’s bed.
Passing the doorway in a circular series of pique turns, Daniella could see Shane propped up against the frame, watching her. He always reminded her of a starving lion sizing up his prey. The look in his eye was predatory and he would wet his lips every so often with his tongue. But Daniella wasn’t a poor, unsuspecting animal on Wild Discovery. She would not be had. She knew she could resist his smile, his looks and his way with words. Though not as experienced as he was, she could play his game.
Chapter 1
Shane lounged back on the couch, kicking his feet up on the arm at the opposite end. He folded his arms behind his head, exhaling a sigh that signaled his comfort. He eyed Adrienne, his lips pursed. He wasn’t exactly sure why she was still pacing around his living room, grumbling things to herself, because he had stopped talking to her a long time ago. But out of curiosity, he asked anyway. “Are you done yet?”
Adrienne paused in the center of the room, her crisp blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not done, but nothing I say is getting through to you.”
“Because you talk a lot of shit, Adrienne.” Shane replied, pushing his shoes off at the heel with the toe of the other foot, “You leave now and I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
Adrienne smirked, crossing the room to sit on what little space there was left on the couch, “Bullshit. We’ve broken up three times and each time, you’ve come crawling back. I must be good.”
Shane rolled his eyes, “Fuck that. YOU have been the one crawling back to ME. God only knows why.”
“You took me back.”
“Everybody makes mistakes.”
“The same three?”
He shrugged, “So maybe it was the sex. You’re not good for anything else.”
“Talk about bullshit.”
He shook his head, completely exasperated with her. “I’m done hearing you. You can leave now.”
She stood, “I hope you know that what you’re saying isn’t affecting me in the least. I know you don’t mean it. I can walk out that door and you’ll call me in an hour, crying like the pussy-whipped little fuck you are. You’ll be back.”
Shane sat up, the smoke was practically billowing from his ears, “Let me put this into terms you might understand, Adrienne. Our half-assed relationship is like your career-over.”
Adrienne’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed in fury, “How dare you-“
“You will forever be the sorry little choral dancer that is a jealous bitch because the spotlight isn’t on you.” His words were like daggers in her back as he followed her to the door.
“Fuck you, Shane.”
He smirked, “I’m good too, I know.”
The door slammed in his face.
Daniella sat against the wall, her legs stretched out in front of her as she worked the sole of her brand new pointe shoes into an arch. She’d broken so many arches that most of her money went to buying new pointe shoes, not buying food or paying bills. But she’d been dancing for Philadanco for over a year now, she was used to going through shoes like water.
“What are you doing that for?” Nick asked, the attractive brown-haired man seated on the floor in front of her, “Your arches are so strong you slip a pair of those on and they practically meld to your feet.” He said, pointing to the stiff, pink satin shoe she’d been practically bending in half.
“Two weeks to a show, that’s why.”
He grinned at her, “Nervous?”
“Oh, no,” She shook her head, “It’s only my first solo performance in a year just to prove Matthew and James that I’m capable of doing more than endless échappés behind a scrim.”
“So you ARE nervous.”
“You didn’t catch the sarcasm?”
“C’mon,” Nick tugged at her arm, “You’ve got two weeks to break in your shoes and we’ve only got two weeks to work on our piece. Which sucks terribly, I must say.”
“Thanks. You’re such a confidence booster.” Daniella secured the excess ribbon underneath the knots tied around her ankles and stood, rolling her toes onto the boxes one foot at a time before following Nick onto the floor.
Nick slowed to meet with Daniella, dipping his head to speak close to her ear, “Check out Adrienne over there.” He said, subtly motioning to Adrienne who was seated on the piano bench next to Marcus, the pianist in Philadanco’s orchestra.
“So?” She asked, posing herself in fifth position in the center of the ceiling high mirror.
“That man is about as gay as a picnic basket.”
Daniella quirked an eyebrow, glancing back at Nick over her shoulder and she raised her arms above her head. “So what does that make you?”
“The same,” Nick shrugged, “And Adrienne KNOWS I’m gay, and I don’t know why she’s all up in his business. And,” He started, making another realization, “isn’t she dating the company’s lawyer?” He snapped his fingers a few times trying to conjure up the name in his head, “Shane West, right?”
“Yeah,” Daniella nodded, “but he’s been around the block anyway.”
“He never stopped at my house.” Nick scoffed indignantly.
“It’s an all-female block, love.”
“And it’s wrong! I can show the man a good time.”
“I’m sure you can. Now,” she began as Marcus finally started to play the song, “Dance with me.”
Adrienne stood from the bench, smiling proudly to herself as she practically strutted her way across the studio. There was no way Marcus could be gay, she thought, and if he was, it was a damn shame. Some gay men were just a waste. Not Nick, one she just passed, he was too much of a pretty boy. Like Tom Cruise, not that he was gay. If he was, Adrienne and the world wouldn’t be surprised. She bent down to collect her dance bag and water bottle from the floor as she caught sight of her greatest conquest to date, Shane West.
“Come to see me, huh? I knew you couldn’t say away.” She smirked at him, pointedly brushing up against him as she passed through the open doorway.
“Not exactly.” He replied, not even bothering to look at her.
“Right,” Adrienne nodded. She didn’t believe him for a second. “If you’re not here for me, then what are you here for?”
He shrugged, hands stuffed is pockets, “You know, just making my rounds. You’re very good at that too, you know.” He smirked, referring to her promiscuous qualities.
“See, that’s what we have in common, West. We’re both players, we’ve both mastered the game. We get what we want, whenever we want and then we leave.” She jabbed a finger to his chest, “But I know you, I know you’ll be back.”
This time, he looked at her, “You’re right.”
“I know.”
“I got what I wanted, whenever I wanted and I left. I’m just not coming back.”
“Whatever you say, Shane,” Adrienne shrugged, “But I won’t be home tonight, so you’re shit out of luck.”
“As you can see, I’m crying like a fucking baby.” Shane’s voice dripped with sarcasm and he turned his attention back to the two participating in the pas de deux rehearsal.
Adrienne let out a short chuckle, “Wouldn’t be the first time. I’ll see you around.”
Shane watched her as she walked away, hips rocking side to side. Self-centered bitch, he thought. No, what he was really there for was just for the sight of the delectable Daniella Walker. As Shane was Adrienne’s “greatest conquest,” Daniella was about to be Shane’s, if, of course, all went according to plan. Then again, Shane never really had a plan when it came to women. He played it by ear, worked his smooth charm and it always worked. But he saw a challenge in Daniella, one that he hadn’t seen in Adrienne. Daniella seemed to always have a smirk on her face as if she knew she was unattainable. Oh, how wrong she was. Ms. Walker would soon find herself captured…and probably naked in Shane’s bed.
Passing the doorway in a circular series of pique turns, Daniella could see Shane propped up against the frame, watching her. He always reminded her of a starving lion sizing up his prey. The look in his eye was predatory and he would wet his lips every so often with his tongue. But Daniella wasn’t a poor, unsuspecting animal on Wild Discovery. She would not be had. She knew she could resist his smile, his looks and his way with words. Though not as experienced as he was, she could play his game.