The Billionaire's Aerialist

r her was bigger than she was used to, and it seemed like the old childhood bedroom

to lead her there through the back entrance, so the attendees wo

bout her performance. They would certainly be busy closing billion

kitchen she went through and the number of servants running like crazy, she assume

feet for her silks? Not even the professional tent she performed on the summer had that kind of structure, but

ly laid bed, messed the order of books too clean to have ever been read. She had a bit of t

her taste. The owner even sorted them out by cinematic universe, for Christ’s s

right. She deserved something else from that place, something nice. So she kept

a leftover from the child that once lived there. Proba

hidden treasures was too much for her, and she couldn’t cont

e other day about unlocking doors with the thing. It took her way longer than the video suggested, and she had

doubtedly surpass the order of millions. She rummaged through the pieces as if she were accustomed to it,

and took a few pieces out to help her see everything inside. You had to be filthy rich to p

iately caught her eye. It was a fucking masterpiece! Unlike most other pieces, it wasn’t ostentatious o

rize for the night. It slid to her finger by itself, it wasn’t even her fault

d nobody would pay much attention to her anyway. She was mildly concerned it could get stuck in the aerial silk, b

ad an hour to get everything ready before midnight. How origi

ose unappreciative bastards might not pay much attention, she would perform with all her heart. She only hoped tha

version of Sia’s Chandelier. Not that they deserved it, of course. But she didn’t get many o

back, but much to her dismay the inner circles of the circu

nstructors. The Russian aerialist slayed on the silks, and Kiara was crazy in love with her art, but th

around the eyes, making her blue eyes shine with a mysterious vibe. ‘Thank da

outine. People would always cheer when she got upsi

iantly with her blood-red aerial silks. She knew it stood in a grey area between sex

to the ceiling at the very center of the ballroom, three floors below. She would

to flow above people’s heads. Prior to the event, she asked to do a technical rehearsa

ug in her flash drive and took a deep breath to concentrate on her silks and her number. When the first few not