The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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Angelo wasn't beside me when I woke up the next morning.

Stretching my arms over my head, I felt the soreness in my muscles, the quivering ache between my legs evident and very much present as I got down from the bed, pulling the shirt discarded by Angelo the night before.

The black cotton T-shirt smelled of him, it almost made up for the absence of him in bed.

Almost.

Yelling for the dogs, I exit the room walking down through the stairs while pulling my hair up in a knot bun.

"Poodle?" I call for my overactive mutt, entering the kitchen waiting for both the royalties of the household to make an appearance.

"Coco!"

The sound of barks echo throughout the house as both of them run toward the kitchen as hungry and sleep strained doggies as they were.

I added water and food to their bowl sitting down to pat and scratch their head.

"You've been hungry huh?" I ask. "So hungry."

Poodle yaps in response lapping up the water from the bowl. Coco just keeps on eating like I have been starving him for the week.

Mean.

Pushing my attention away from them, I walk to the sink washing my hands and getting a light breakfast of fruits and cheese started.

As late as it was, I wasn't still out of medication and I had to eat something.

Even though I feel like eating nothing. Nothing at all.

With my small bowl of breakfast, I walk outside followed by the dogs, excited for another day of playtime and getting mud all over themselves.

There might be a need to put fencing around the garden so these careless mutts don't wonder about those plants like nobody's dad's business.

Sitting on the table placed outside, I slide open my phone, seeing that I have two missed calls from Blaire.

"Good morning, sunshine." Blaire yelped from the other end, picking up on the first ring of my call.

"Good morning yourself." I say popping a grape in my mouth. "How are you?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely grand." She replies. "How is you?"

"Good." I reply moving around to find a cherry in my bowl, because god forbid I remember to but enough of them.

"Did you have a good night?" I ask.

"Did you?" She asked back with a suggestive tone.

"Yes." I replied. "What about you?"

"Good." She sighed. "Slept like a dog, woke up working like a bitch because god forbid Roman pays me."

"You are working?" I ask, slightly alarmed.

Blaire- working?

"Yep." She replies.

"Well, what are you working on?" I ask.

"Rearranging papers." She said. "Got my hands into Roman's desk-"

"God." I shake my head. "Did you at least ask him?"

"No." Blaire asks. "This is suite life of Blaire not Roman. He is point blank irrelevant-"

"You're just looking for trouble." I say with a shake of my head.

"Roman is a nerd." She says, clearly distracted.

What in the hell?

"Bub, what's up with you?" I ask. "You okay?"