Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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He cornered me the second we met.
I clenched my jaw, ready to lay it all out—until Warren dropped a bombshell.
"I just wanted to take an international trip together. Was that worth ghosting me over?"
"Wait… what?"
I froze.
Warren looked just as frustrated.
"Yeah, I lost over four hundred grand, but I can still spoil you. I've been dying to travel with you forever."
"Remember that passport I helped you with? It's ready. Perfect timing for a getaway."
"Originally planned Europe, but with my cash flow tight right now… figured Thailand would do."
Now that he mentioned it, I vaguely recalled handing him my documents—I'd been clueless about the process.
But he wasn't here to ask for money… he wanted to travel with me?
This wasn't the confrontation I'd braced for.
Before I could process it, a familiar voice cut in.
"Isabella?"
I turned to see Sophia.
My best friend, despite her wealth, dressed down—no flashy labels, just effortless chic.
Meanwhile, I was decked out in knockoff Chanel, clutching a fake designer bag worth a few grand—all to keep up appearances. The real deal? Way out of my budget.
"So this is the boyfriend you've been gushing about?" Sophia's eyes flicked over Warren.
"Damn, he's hot," she said, envy barely masked.
"What were you telling her? Praising my endurance?" Warren teased, his voice low.
My face burned. Warren's physique was unreal, and the man had a problem—every touch sent him into overdrive.
Not that I'd ever admit I matched his hunger. Only Warren could wreck me like that.
Even now, with Sophia right there, his big hands slid shamelessly over my ass, fingers dipping until my knees nearly buckled.
I swatted him away, feigning annoyance.
"So, are you gonna invite me to dinner or what?" Sophia cut in.
I blinked.
Since when did Sophia—who'd always sneered at Warren—want to join us? Hadn't she called him a gold-digging scammer?
Why the sudden interest?
Before I could dwell on it, we were seated at an upscale Thai spot.
Warren navigated the place like he owned it, ordering a feast.
Halfway through, Sophia giggled behind her hand.
Her compliments for Warren carried subtle digs at me.
"Who knew our small-town Isabella had such refined taste? Snagging a catch like this?"
I wanted to melt into the floor. I'd never told Warren about my humble roots—a rarity at the Royal Ballet Academy.
Yet my best friend just outed me like it was nothing.
"Isabella prefers to keep things understated," Warren defended smoothly.
Sophia smirked.
"The only real thing about her is you."
The meal dragged as Sophia stretched it out, her fascination with Warren growing more obvious by the minute.
No way.
Sophia was a trust-fund princess with impossible standards. Even if Warren was that good, she wouldn't stoop to stealing my man.
The thought calmed me—until later that night.
I caught Sophia giggling at her phone—probably flirting with some pretty-boy model.
I didn't have the bandwidth to care, too busy tending to Warren.
We were constantly on video call, tangled under the sheets. At our age, flirting never stayed innocent for long.
His sculpted body never failed to wreck me.
Lately, he'd been swamped, leaving us with just texts.
On desperate nights, I'd send him very NSFW pics.
He'd fire back with clips of his impressive assets, leaving me a mess.
His promise? Three straight days in bed once we reunited.
The anticipation alone had me throbbing.
I clenched my jaw, ready to lay it all out—until Warren dropped a bombshell.
"I just wanted to take an international trip together. Was that worth ghosting me over?"
"Wait… what?"
I froze.
Warren looked just as frustrated.
"Yeah, I lost over four hundred grand, but I can still spoil you. I've been dying to travel with you forever."
"Remember that passport I helped you with? It's ready. Perfect timing for a getaway."
"Originally planned Europe, but with my cash flow tight right now… figured Thailand would do."
Now that he mentioned it, I vaguely recalled handing him my documents—I'd been clueless about the process.
But he wasn't here to ask for money… he wanted to travel with me?
This wasn't the confrontation I'd braced for.
Before I could process it, a familiar voice cut in.
"Isabella?"
I turned to see Sophia.
My best friend, despite her wealth, dressed down—no flashy labels, just effortless chic.
Meanwhile, I was decked out in knockoff Chanel, clutching a fake designer bag worth a few grand—all to keep up appearances. The real deal? Way out of my budget.
"So this is the boyfriend you've been gushing about?" Sophia's eyes flicked over Warren.
"Damn, he's hot," she said, envy barely masked.
"What were you telling her? Praising my endurance?" Warren teased, his voice low.
My face burned. Warren's physique was unreal, and the man had a problem—every touch sent him into overdrive.
Not that I'd ever admit I matched his hunger. Only Warren could wreck me like that.
Even now, with Sophia right there, his big hands slid shamelessly over my ass, fingers dipping until my knees nearly buckled.
I swatted him away, feigning annoyance.
"So, are you gonna invite me to dinner or what?" Sophia cut in.
I blinked.
Since when did Sophia—who'd always sneered at Warren—want to join us? Hadn't she called him a gold-digging scammer?
Why the sudden interest?
Before I could dwell on it, we were seated at an upscale Thai spot.
Warren navigated the place like he owned it, ordering a feast.
Halfway through, Sophia giggled behind her hand.
Her compliments for Warren carried subtle digs at me.
"Who knew our small-town Isabella had such refined taste? Snagging a catch like this?"
I wanted to melt into the floor. I'd never told Warren about my humble roots—a rarity at the Royal Ballet Academy.
Yet my best friend just outed me like it was nothing.
"Isabella prefers to keep things understated," Warren defended smoothly.
Sophia smirked.
"The only real thing about her is you."
The meal dragged as Sophia stretched it out, her fascination with Warren growing more obvious by the minute.
No way.
Sophia was a trust-fund princess with impossible standards. Even if Warren was that good, she wouldn't stoop to stealing my man.
The thought calmed me—until later that night.
I caught Sophia giggling at her phone—probably flirting with some pretty-boy model.
I didn't have the bandwidth to care, too busy tending to Warren.
We were constantly on video call, tangled under the sheets. At our age, flirting never stayed innocent for long.
His sculpted body never failed to wreck me.
Lately, he'd been swamped, leaving us with just texts.
On desperate nights, I'd send him very NSFW pics.
He'd fire back with clips of his impressive assets, leaving me a mess.
His promise? Three straight days in bed once we reunited.
The anticipation alone had me throbbing.
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