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The hottie walks into the dance studio with his hands in his pockets. I look at him and tried to focus on what was happening. His eyes carefully examined the dance studio.

He wore a black expensive suit, most likely an Armani suit. He has piercing blue eyes, a perfect sharp jawline. I was a bit scared of him because of the scar on his face, too. He seems to be about 6'6, while I am just 5'2. Why must I be so short? My eyes involuntarily travelled back to the scar on his face, when my eyes darted to his eyes when he cleared his throat.

He smirked at me, causing me to blush like a little girl. "Ugh! WHY NOW! Stop that!" I chided as he kept staring at me.

"So... what can I help you with sir?" I asked him softly, trying to cover up my surprised face at my tone. "When did my voice get so soft? I am totally not myself right now." I thought.

He put his hands in his pocket but his eyes never leave mine. His eyes held adoration and... love?

LOVE?

What the hell?

No way... I'm definitely dreaming. Yes, of course I'm dreaming. Then I heard a low chuckle erupt from the mysterious man in front me.

I narrowed my eyebrows at him in confusion. What's so funny?

"No, it's not a dream, love." He said with his deep, husky voice, instantly sending shivers down my spine. One thing about this handsome man in front of me is his powerful aura that he carries with him. It is almost as if he is a leader of some kind.

I felt a blush appear on my cheeks. "Get it together, Kyara!" I mentally scolded myself.

"I'm just wondering if the offer is still open? I'm interested in joining the class." He said. I gave him confused look. Is he talking about MY ballet class?

"Um, y-you want to join my ballet class?" I stuttered in disbelief. He shook his head.

"No, love. I meant the salsa class. I want to join that one." He said calmly, still intensely staring at me. My eyes widened. Wait, when did we start offering salsa classes here? But it's true I do know how to dance salsa, but I don't TEACH salsa.

"Um, s-sir, I think you may have the wrong dance studio. This is a ballet dan-" I was about to finish but I was cut off by the man in front of me.

"But you know how to dance salsa, right?"

His eyes were burning into my soul. I gulped and slowly nodded, suddenly feeling scared as I made eye contact with him.

"Yes I d-do bu-" I was cut off by him again.

"Good, I will pay you $50,000 for one month of these classes." He said plainly. His face still held no emotion. My jaw ALMOST dropped when I heard the amount of money that he said.

"S-sir that wouldn't be necessary. Besides, I don't teach salsa and I'm sure there are many more people out there that will happily teach you how to dance salsa." I said confidently trying to hide my fear.

"But I have a problem that only YOU can solve." He stated calmly.

I looked at him with confused face AGAIN. What?! Me?

"And that is?" I said with curiosity laced in my voice.

"YOU, I want you to teach me." He said calmly with a smirk never leaving his stupidly handsome face.

My eyes widened hearing his answer. Are you kidding me! Why in the world does he want ME to teach HIM! I'm no professional.

"Just like I said I don't teach salsa!" I said while raising my voice a little. I don't care who he is! I can feel the irritation inside of me building up gradually with this man.

I looked into his eyes and found them filled with amusement. Now he thinks making me mad is FUNNY? Ha! I'll show him what's funny.

"I don't care, I want YOU to teach me. AND THAT'S FINAL! Or I will buy this building, making this studio MINE." His deep voice booming throughout the dance studio. My heart starts to beat really fast. Did he just threaten me? I can't just give up this dance studio to this JERK! Whether I like it or not, I must not give up this studio to him.

This studio was my grandmother's dream. She was also a ballet dancer and she always wanted to be a ballet teacher. Sadly she couldn't, because she couldn't afford to even rent a dance studio. Without this studio, I can't make her dream come true. Before she passed away, she told me that I can make her dream come true if I became a ballet teacher. This is the only reason that I need to keep and protect this studio.

"Fine! I will teach you!" I said with defeated tone.

He smirked triumphantly. He nodded and straightened out his suit.

"A very good choice, Ms...?" He raised his eyebrows at me quizzically.

I sighed heavily. "Kyara Rose." I say.

"Kyara Rose..." he repeats but when he does, it sends shivers down my spine. The way my name rolls off his tongue perfectly. "Ugh! What is happening to me?!" I reprimand myself. But deep down, I know I like the way my name sounds when he says it.

"Well, I guess I should get going now. Tomorrow at 7:30 PM is the time for our class and I hope you didn't forget that and the money as well. Don't worry now, just give me your number so I can get the details." He says in one breath.

After giving him my phone number, he leaves, leaving me alone in the dance studio AGAIN. I get a text saying that they couldn't make it because of the traffic jam and rain outside so we decided to cancel it. I sighed and went outside, locking the dance studio doors.

As I drove to my house I felt like I was being followed. "You're just being paranoid, that's all." I convinced myself as I continued my journey home.

Little did I know that I was being followed by the Devil himself.

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