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Originally posted by: taarey_ria

Please please update asap 😊

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Originally posted by: QualityWriter

Very Creative !!😊

Originally posted by: ..TitForTat..

Okay, I just need to admit, I'm in love with the way you write and present.

This is really amazing! You're an amaaazing writer! It seems your sweet too [Just guessing, after reading the authors note 😛]

So I'm waiting, impatiently to read more of this.

Please continue soon!

Love <3

Avi

Originally posted by: angelsabreenxz

next part plxss

Originally posted by: FXBesharamz

☺️I will imagine Dan and emma as the leads!! 😆

Originally posted by: FXBesharamz

#next chapterrr plzz!!! #update soon ☺️@sanaya!

a smexy concept /plot to begin with with a little flirty n getting all kinky at some points.. #me liiikeee!!! being a writer myself giving me a sort of content feelingz when get to read this kind of piece!! #awesomewrite-up!

...S E V E N...

ll Dancing With Satan ll

The rays of sunlight peeked through the white curtains indicating that the morning has begun. However, it was only nine o'clock and that stupid alarm woke me up. Who invented alarms in the first place? It's pretty useless if you ask me. Only thing it does is ruin your sleep, and sleep is very precious. Rolling off my ever so comfortable bed, my eye catches the calendar. I look carefully at today's date, it was June 1^st.

It's been a month! Oh my god, it's been a whole damn month!

Yes, it has been a month since Blake and I signed our 'little deal.' I couldn't be happier and the fact that I only have five more months to deal with him was just blissful.

"Oh, what a perfect way to begin the day," I say out loud stretching my hands. After I freshen up, I decide to wear my comfortable clothes, leaving my hair out, and headed out to the kitchen for food.

It was Saturday, which meant, no Blake Aspen and his jerky self. Oh how much I love the weekends. As I Put my favorite song can't remember to forget you by Shakira & Rihanna, I start to sing along while preparing something to eat.

And I left a note on my bedpost
Said not to repeat
Yesterday's mistakes
What I tend to do
When it comes to you
I see only the good
Selective memory

Taking out the box of cereals, a bowl, and the milk, I begin to pour the cereal in the bowl and then the milk. This is what I call a lazy person's breakfast.

The way you make me feel, yeah
You gotta hold on me, I never met someone so different

My feet starts to tap to the rhythm like a second nature. Putting the bowl on the counter still singing along, I can't help but dance.

Oh here we go
You're a part of me now
You're a part of me
So where you go I follow, follow, follow

It sure as hell been a while since I had last danced. I slowly bring my legs back and forth making random quick steps.

Oh-oh ooh oh
Oh-oh ooh oh
I can't remember to forget you
Oh-oh ooh oh
Oh-oh ooh oh
I keep forgetting I should let you go
But when you look at me
The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight
Oh-oh ooh oh
Oh-oh ooh oh
I can't remember to forget you

I sing this part loudly while doing ballet spins. Placing my hands on my hips, I take two steps forward to the counter and drop down with one leg stretched across my right side.

Oh-oh ooh oh
Oh-oh ooh oh
I can't remember to forget you
Oh-oh ooh oh
Oh-oh ooh

Picking myself up swiftly I let my hands go through my hair as my hips moved to the beat, doing a bit of belly dancing. Meanwhile, I heard a clap that instantly caused me to fall on the floor. Turning around slowly I gasped. It was Blake.

What the hell why is he here? Hold on, IT'S SATURDAY! HE'S NOT SUPPOSE TO BE HERE!!

He continued to clap slowly while grinning ear to ear ever so amused at what he had just witnessed.

"Not bad Shakira," he said with an amused smirk.

Shit, he saw me dance. Shit. Shit. Shit. Holy shit.

I get off the floor fixing myself and pausing the song. "What are you doing here?" I snap.

He chuckled, "Last time I checked babydoll... this is my apartment," he replied with that devilish smirk, "I own this whole damn apartment building, thus, I can be here anytime I want."

"It's Saturday," I say.

"So...?"

"You're never here on Saturdays. What the hell are you doing now?" I tried to be as calm as possible though it wasn't quite working out.

"Because I felt like it," he shrugged leaning next to the door with his arms crossed his chest.

"You mean you couldn't find a dumb bimbo to screw around with for today?" It was my turn to smirk. That smirk playing on his face disappeared as he threw daggers my way. I didn't let his sudden gloomy behavior affect me. Turning my back to him I picked up my breakfast and finally began eating it.

"So what's the occasion for seeing Shakira so early in my kitchen?" he asked. Gosh he's so bipolar and weird.

And you're not bipolar and weird Lil? You're not? My conscious asked.

Shut up no asked you inner Lillian.

"For starters, its Saturday so no job, no tension, you shouldn't be here, and it's June 1^st," I replied taking a spoonful of my cereal.

"What's so special about June 1^st?" he asked taking a spoonful of my cereal from my bowl.

What the hell? When did this happen?

"Hey! Get your own food mister!" I say bringing the bowl more closely to me as if hiding it from him. "And to answer your question, it's been a month since we signed that six month deal."

"Oh good only five more months to deal with you," he said taking my cereal bowl away from me.

Hey that's what I said.

"What the hell...," I whine like a child, "Give it back! I don't like sharing with ignorant jerks." He stopped and gave me a look that clearly spelled out you might have a death wish so early in the morning. "Why are you even here? Go find someone to screw around with" I say bluntly.

He placed the bowl on the counter turning himself directly towards me. "What if I want to screw around with you?" he asks taking a step closer. I gulp silently and take a step back looking straight into his eyes. In no time, he traps me between himself and the little table behind me.

Woah, when did this get here?

"Look around Lillian..." he leaned closer to my ear, "there's no one here. Only you and me. Me and you..." he said slowly annunciating every single word. His hot breath pierced every spot it touched, making me go almost crazy.

Get a hold of yourself Lillian Blake Aspen!

My hand immediately caught on to his black tee making some sort of distance between us. Because if I didn't things could end quite badly and weirdly. "Sorry but I'm not available," I manage to say as I get a hold of myself. He pulled back looking down at me keenly.

"Are you seeing that doctor?" he asked shocked. My face reddened almost too quickly.

"What?" I spat out, "No! No... of course not. He's just a friend..." I choke out.

Why would he even assume that? Wait... what does he know? And why is he so shocked? It's my life.

"Oh sure you're not," he said sarcastically. Honestly what is his problem? "So what's today's plan? It better be something good," he said with a bored tone walking out of the kitchen. The confused little girl I am always am, follow him like a lost puppy.

"What do you mean? I hope you know my plans does not include you," I break the harsh truth.

He stopped and tilted his head looking back. "Well change of plans, because whatever your plan is... now includes me," he says more like orders.

"Excuse me?" I scoff, "No, no it does not. I refuse to include you in my Saturday Paradise."

"Well your Saturday Paradise will be even more blissful if includes me in it," I could see that half smirk he was holding.

This son of a controlling father! Blissful? Please, I will be like experiencing hell, even worse perhaps.

An idea instantly took over me that caused a grin across my face. Oh this is going to be fun. "Great get ready in 10 minutes, we're heading out."

"Where?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course not!" he replied making me chuckle.

"Good. Get ready idiot, we're going to the mall," I smirk.

His face drains as he completely turned towards me while I gave him a big smile. Taking my phone out, I un-pause the song.

Oh-oh ooh oh
Oh-oh ooh oh
I can't remember to forget you

I sang with the music coming from my phone, meanwhile, doing quick steps going towards him. As I get closer, I place my hand on his heart, which by, surprise was beating fast. Ignoring that detail, I keep singing.

Oh-oh ooh oh
I keep forgetting I should let you go
But when you look at me
The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight

Biting my lower lip on purpose, I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him closer. My gaze lowered to lips then eyes, as I start to sway to the lyrics slowly. I felt his hands snake around my waist looking into my eyes. I was beyond surprised, but, didn't stop. I kept doing small salsa steps while he moved along the beat matching up to my steps.

Am I dreaming or am I really dancing with Satan?

Oh-oh ooh oh
Oh-oh ooh oh
I can't remember to forget you

He pulled me a bit closer, almost making it impossible for air to pass through us. His magnetizing eyes could see through me, could read me like a children's book. Yet, I didn't look away, I couldn't, even if I tried. It took me a while to realize how closer we were and how the gap between was barely a gap. The mere thought of our proximity made it hard for me to catch my breath. I was losing it, without even knowing.

The music faded away and I slowly begin to create some distance between us - letting go off him. Blake seemed to realize that as he didn't protest. I gave him a small smile, a smile that I didn't know what it meant. Biting my lower lip out of habit, I get myself out of there. I close the door behind me leaning on it letting, out the breath I had no idea I was holding.

What was that?

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Author's Note:

No one will read this, but, I'll try anyway...

Hey you beautiful people!! And no, I am not drunk. I swear... sort of. So I know I said, this chapter will be something special. But you see, that special chapter will be in thread two... hopefully. I was hoping for more feedback but didn't get that and also many of you gave me one worded comment which pissed me off. And this is what happens when you piss Sanaya off with one word comments. She makes you miserable for special chapters. So lesson is don't get Sanaya pissed and comment the way she wants you to, with an essay. Lol, I am joking, it's your choice to write an essay, though, I want at least A SENTENCE.

Anyhow, this is part one of this chapter I have planned. Chapter 8 will be the part two of this chapter. And the special chapter will be somewhere along the line of chapter 9 or maybe 8 if I see good and long comments from most of you! So this sort of depends on you guys, make a wise choice!

Last but not least, Thank You everyone who has got me this far! Second thread is close by and this is becoming one of my favorite work I have written so far!

This chapter is dedicated to Shivani (Vani20), because she thinks I write good <3

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Xoxo,

Sanaya

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