Life with Aleksander

Ballet during the day and at night.....the very thing Luke had called me. It made my stomach twist uncomfortably, but his words rang through my head like a hammer on a bell.

A live in fuck toy.

My dreams of becoming the prima Ballerina in New York seemed like garbage when this was haunting me. All I could do to soothe myself was remember that in the end the price was worth what I was paying. It would be worth selling this part of my soul if I could help the one person in this world that I loved more than anything.

After I was showered and gathered my things from my locker a black Cadillac was outside of the theater waiting for me, just like I had been instructed.

"Good evening, I'm Antonio. I'll be your driver." The man had a genuine smile on his face, and I found comfort in that. I gave him a weak smile in return. "I was advised to take you home so you could collect some personal items before I drop you off."

"Oh, well, that's nice." I pushed to keep the smile on my face. It made se