“I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I didn’t want to come off as an arrogant prick and I did. I shouldn’t wave my check-book around. Though, this is a charity? I can offer you more dollar and cents than most on your roster.”

He exclaims as Tina gasps in displeasure at his arrogance.

“Ooh and you say you didn’t want to come off as an asshole? I think you just did. I am DONE WITH YOU KIND SIR, BUT PLEASE SHOW YOUR-SELF OUT OF MY STUDIO.” The blonde dancestress was ready to push him outwards as Helena stopped this ordeal from exploding any further. “No, wait a minute here Tina. I am co-owner and I think we should hear him out. I mean Gloria could have used this kind of support as a child right?” “No, I won’t let this asshole buy US.”

Tee was ready to slam the door in his face, as Jack yelped.

“Ooh and not even four million will cover your wounded ego?” He professes as Tee stopped the door from slamming as he smirked delightfully.

“I am a business man after all Ms. Kennard and so are you, at the end of the day, as I recall.” Tee’s eyes curl up as Helena giggles. Jack shuffles his feet and corrected himself. “I’m sorry ma’am, of course you’re a business lady, and so what do you say four million to help me save my marriage with dance?” He professes.

The Hazel eyed one pursed her lips in shock as Helena held out her hand. “Okay, challenge accepted. I just need your check to verify you’re legit and we can schedule you two in here tomorrow night.” Helena professes as Tina’s mouth was still agape and utters. “I can’t FUCKING BELIEVE THIS JERK. This better not blow up in our faces.” His eyes squint in pain and immediately woke up to see an amused Kelly Wentworth on the foot of the bed.

“Ooh, please do wake up and stop babbling like an infant.” Kelly scoffs and walks outwards towards the kitchen. His eyes dripped of sorrow and collapses onto the pillows again. “I shouldn’t have been so cocky.” He pauses as he exclaimed. “I didn’t just go, no. I had to keep on and on. I did it to myself and now, I need to fix it.” Jack utters and waltzes out in his boxers and shirtless. Those brown eyes still oozed of pain as his unshaven face, felt itchy.