We had finished our first performances, and Rose was speaking with Dagger because he had asked the question why she wasn't performing anymore.
Yes, I'm spying on them.
His eyes are wide, and he keeps looking down at her stomach. His hands reach out, and he places them on her stomach, and I watch as his face softens.
"Aw," Ana squeals next to me. When they look over at the noise, we act like we weren't just looking over there.
I do that stupid fake whistle. Ana scratches her head and looks up at the sky.
"You two stop fucking around; you have another performance in twenty minutes!" Claude shouts, damaging the mood.
I keep forgetting we are doing more performances than usual because of how big it is.
I start walking to my tent, immediately entering it as soon as I reach it.
I have to wear red for this performance because it is a dark theme. It is a corset lace bodysuit I am wearing.
When I get the suit on, Claude is behind me to help tighten the corset and then tie it up.
I'm suffocating.
"You've been doing well today, Doll. Don't mess this one up," he says, kissing the top of my head. Now I'm flustered.
"You're pretty tonight, always look pretty," he says, placing his hands on my hips, and he spins me around to face him.
I don't really believe the words he says when he likes me or even loves me, or when he does little things like kissing my cheek or my head because of what Ana and Rose said, saying that he's just saying that to have us forgive him for the things he does. So I verge towards not accepting it.
His hands slide up, and he cups my cheeks. He leans down and presses his lips against mine, which catches me off guard.
Why is he kissing me now?
I lean up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kiss him back when his hands move down back to my waist.
His tongue is already sliding into my mouth, and I moan at the feeling.
His big hands pull me closer until there is no void between us. He is acting like he wants to eat me. His mouth is rough against mine, his hands squeezing my sides.
He starts walking us back, and I end up stumbling onto the bed. Our lips not separating as he moves between my legs.
My fingers comb through his hair, and his lower half presses up against me, and I moan again.
He pulls back. "I gotta calm down; we have a show in a few minutes," he says, moving away from me, then he exits the tent.
I get off of the bed and quickly put on some stockings and a pair of stilettos.
...
Claude is frowning at Ana and pointing to his tent. She gulps. "I didn't mean to," she says. "Clearly you need to be practising more; that was terrible," He scowls.
"I tried my best," she says, her eyes watering. "If you tried your best, you wouldn't have made a laughingstock of yourself on stage. Now, get to my tent!"
I flinch a little when he shouts.
I'm confused about why he isn't yelling at me either. I almost slipped off of the hoop and dropped to my death. I forgot to powder my hands as well, so that could be the reason.
And the hoop was hard to see since it was black instead of white.
"Where is Fernando?" he asks. "The reason Darla wasn't performing well was that she was about to give birth; that's why Fernando wanted to stop her performing, and he thought she was fine enough to perform tonight," Rose says.
"Tonight's show was dreadful; you all need to step up your game, or I'll just simply replace you all," he says. "Now get to your tents and sleep before I knock you all out."
He walks away, and we all sigh with relief. "I was scared you were gonna fall," Rose hugs me.
"I forgot to powder my hands; that's why I slipped so easily," I say.
I can't exactly tell anyone that the kiss Claude gave me before the performance is what distracted me.
It was such a good kiss.
"Okay, we should get some rest. We might have had a terrible night, but it was still exhausting," she says. I nod.
I stroll past them and enter my tent. I remove my outfit and put on something more comfortable.
I sigh and lay on my mattress and grab the novel from my nightstand.
After about ten minutes of reading, I get off of my bed and exit my tent. I notice that Fernando, Declan, and Dagger are all peeking through Claude's tent.
I raise an eyebrow of curiosity and walk towards them.
"What are you guys doing?" I whisper. "Watching Claude and Ana," Dagger whispers. He moves out of the way, and I peek through the tent.
My heart sinks. Guess Ana got to him first. Instead of what he usually does with us, he's actually screwing her.
I move away from the tent and walk back to mine.
I close my tent, laying on my mattress, I begin to sob. I can't exactly do anything about that since I had sex with Dagger.
I can't say it doesn't hurt, though.