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piece of work, Alexis. I don’t want you; my cock doesn’t want you. Get out of my way. Now .”
    “You can’t be serious about her—she’s an atrocious dancer, and I’m sure she makes you do all of the work in bed. You’re too good for her, Noah. I’ll be right here when you need a new pussy to play with . . . one that plays back.”
    I’m fed up with hearing her shit; this crazy-ass bitch doesn’t understand a fucking thing I’m saying. I’m still trying to register the first thing that came out of her mouth mere moments ago. I’ve never had a woman be so blunt with me before.
    “You have legitimately lost all sense of morality, Alexis. There is no point in insulting you because, unlike most people, it does not appear to deter you in the least, nor would a battle of wits go over well since you seem to have lost yours. Your endless attempts of trying to capture my attention have continuously gone to waste. As I’ve demonstrated, I will not, and refuse to show you the slightest bit of affection or waste a second longer of my time on you. Your constant conniving and endless torment of my girlfriend stops right now, and if you refuse to cease all harassment of her . . . I sure as fuck will be dealing with you firsthand.
    “Oh, and don’t get your head wrapped around that and try to exploit it in a pathetic attempt to win me over because I can tell you right now, without a single doubt in my mind, that there will never come a time when you will outwit, outsmart, or outlast my relationship with Heather. The faster you’re able to process and accept what I’ve said, the faster you’ll be able to overcome your psychopathic tendencies. As far as I’m concerned, you are a part of my distant past, a dark part that I will never revisit. Now move before I make it impossible for you to stand.”
    As soon as those words leave my mouth, my head is forced to the right. I bring my hand up and rub my cheek, massaging the sting from where she just smacked me. “Nice one,” I respond calmly.
    She stands there unmoving, unrelenting, and overly confident as I shove past her sluggish frame. I can tell I’ve struck a chord within her, and I know that will not be the last confrontation I have with her, but it will have to do for now. I stride through the set of double doors and into the emptying lobby, where I am finally free of crazy-feet, as Dillen so aptly named her.
    I hear her whine in protest as the doors swing shut behind me, and if I remember correctly, she’s about to throw one of her idiosyncratic tantrums.
    I make my way to my seat as the lights are going down on the audience, hiding us from the dancers’ view. My cheek stings, but I try not to pay attention as I finally reach Coen and take my seat. Our seats are only four rows from the orchestra pit, so I can watch Heather perform her impeccably choreographed solo meticulously.
    I’m watching the dark, veiled wings on the side of the stage where I know she’ll be. I’m anxious as all hell to see her again, especially after my recent encounter with the bitch. Then the curtains are drawn open across the dim stage, and she stands in position as the spotlight hits her. When the music starts to play, her gorgeous, angelic body starts to move and rotate in faultless turns in front of everyone. The white spotlight holds tight on her glittered body, which holds her audience captive.
    Her choreography is slow and precise, and she’s executing it flawlessly.
    She has everyone enthralled.
    I’m so proud of this woman that I can’t begin to explain it. She’s such a gifted performer; there’s no wonder why she’s incredibly sought after. Minutes go by when her solo scene comes to an end and she disappears behind the curtain, and a throng of ballerinas floods the stage. I’m trying my hardest to stay seated; I want to go back there and find her and tell her how magnificent she was. I look over to my right and see Coen searching the stage for Dillen. He seems