Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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I hesitated before speaking. "Are you done?"
"What a mood killer!" Mr. Michael snapped, his voice thick with condescension. Two sharp smacks landed on my backside. "Go change. Swimming class starts soon."
Minutes later, we were both dressed and heading toward the pool behind their courtyard. Michael wore nothing but swim trunks, lurking in the water under the pretense of being my lifeguard—claiming he was "concerned for my safety."
But the second I stepped into the pool, his hands were everywhere.
The water rushed around us as his slick fingers traced every curve, lingering in places they shouldn't. A slow, deliberate stroke between my thighs made me stiffen.
"Mr. Michael—"
"Just helping you wash up," he murmured smoothly. "Can't have you dirtying the pool."
Just as things were heating up, a furious roar shattered the moment.
"Warren!"
"What the hell are you doing behind my back?"
The balcony door slammed open. A man who looked identical to Michael stormed in, his face twisted in rage. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw us pressed together in the water.
"You impersonated me to seduce my student in my own house?" he bellowed. "How could you betray Melanie like this?"
My stomach dropped.
"You… you're not Mr. Michael?" Shock crashed over me, followed by a wave of humiliation as I remembered every touch, every whispered word. "You're his brother?"
Warren nodded.
Michael let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Warren, cut ties with this slut before I lose my temper. She's nothing but a cheap little temptress."
The word slut hit me like a slap. No one had ever spoken to me like that. I opened my mouth to fire back, but Warren stepped in first, his voice firm.
"Michael." His tone was a warning. "You don't get to talk about Isabella like that. I'm the one pursuing her."
I was speechless.
Warren's English was smooth, magnetic, as he turned to me. "Isabella, this was all planned. I like you."
My head spun.
I had no idea how to respond, but the heat flooding my cheeks said enough.
The man by the pool let out a furious shout. "How could you do this to Melanie? She's just some underdeveloped little tramp—is she really worth it?"
"Michael." Warren's voice turned to ice. "I'm the one chasing her. Insult her again, and I won't hold back."
He turned back to me, his gaze intense. "She hasn't accepted me yet, but that's fine. I believe in what the Chinese say—love at first sight lasts forever. Even if she doesn't like me, I'll still protect her from the shadows."
I was completely lost.
Brothers? Who's Melanie? What the hell is happening?
After a long, seething rant, Michael scoffed. "Warren, even if you've fallen for her, what about the million dollars you owe me? How are you paying that back?"
"I'll return it. Now get out." Warren's fists clenched.
Only after Michael stormed off did Warren sink onto the couch and finally explain the truth.
"What a mood killer!" Mr. Michael snapped, his voice thick with condescension. Two sharp smacks landed on my backside. "Go change. Swimming class starts soon."
Minutes later, we were both dressed and heading toward the pool behind their courtyard. Michael wore nothing but swim trunks, lurking in the water under the pretense of being my lifeguard—claiming he was "concerned for my safety."
But the second I stepped into the pool, his hands were everywhere.
The water rushed around us as his slick fingers traced every curve, lingering in places they shouldn't. A slow, deliberate stroke between my thighs made me stiffen.
"Mr. Michael—"
"Just helping you wash up," he murmured smoothly. "Can't have you dirtying the pool."
Just as things were heating up, a furious roar shattered the moment.
"Warren!"
"What the hell are you doing behind my back?"
The balcony door slammed open. A man who looked identical to Michael stormed in, his face twisted in rage. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw us pressed together in the water.
"You impersonated me to seduce my student in my own house?" he bellowed. "How could you betray Melanie like this?"
My stomach dropped.
"You… you're not Mr. Michael?" Shock crashed over me, followed by a wave of humiliation as I remembered every touch, every whispered word. "You're his brother?"
Warren nodded.
Michael let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Warren, cut ties with this slut before I lose my temper. She's nothing but a cheap little temptress."
The word slut hit me like a slap. No one had ever spoken to me like that. I opened my mouth to fire back, but Warren stepped in first, his voice firm.
"Michael." His tone was a warning. "You don't get to talk about Isabella like that. I'm the one pursuing her."
I was speechless.
Warren's English was smooth, magnetic, as he turned to me. "Isabella, this was all planned. I like you."
My head spun.
I had no idea how to respond, but the heat flooding my cheeks said enough.
The man by the pool let out a furious shout. "How could you do this to Melanie? She's just some underdeveloped little tramp—is she really worth it?"
"Michael." Warren's voice turned to ice. "I'm the one chasing her. Insult her again, and I won't hold back."
He turned back to me, his gaze intense. "She hasn't accepted me yet, but that's fine. I believe in what the Chinese say—love at first sight lasts forever. Even if she doesn't like me, I'll still protect her from the shadows."
I was completely lost.
Brothers? Who's Melanie? What the hell is happening?
After a long, seething rant, Michael scoffed. "Warren, even if you've fallen for her, what about the million dollars you owe me? How are you paying that back?"
"I'll return it. Now get out." Warren's fists clenched.
Only after Michael stormed off did Warren sink onto the couch and finally explain the truth.
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