The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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But the woman ignores me. "So this trip to Florence, let's be lazy and get drunk and have ice cream."

"I can get dressed if you want to catch a breakfast at the local store." I say getting up hoping this mad hatter will change her mine for a change. "It will but take a minute-"

"Bubbles-" Blaire warns. "I said what I said. I want to spend this trip being lazy as fuck. Okay? You in or out?"

"Blaire-"

"In or out, woman?" She glares at me playfully.

"In." I reply with a slight nod. "In."

"Now that's good." Blaire pipes up. "One thing we be agreeing this morning."

I chuckle, securing a knot of the sheets around and under my arms as Blaire dials the number to the room service.

"Ciao, room service?" She asks. "We need a breakfast platter for two. One litre tubs of ice cream, vanilla and dark chocolate please, if you will. We're depressed."

I laugh.

"And we're sad too, so send some chocolates as well." Blaire ends the call.

"You are crazy." I day getting up from the bed.

"I'd do just about anything for you, bubbles." She replies to my accusation.

I smile with a shake of my head. "I'd do anything for you too, Blaire."

We fall silent after that, as I walk toward the balcony door, pushing the blinds toward the sides, I push open the door, letting the fresh morning air in to the room.

"What's in the breakfast platter?" I ask, unmindful, my gaze drifting over to the vast properties of the hotel we resided in.

It was undoubtedly one of those suits at the back, that had absolute privacy. From tourists as well as locals.

"I don't know." Blaire replies. "We'll just figure out when it gets here."

I nod, absentmindedly.

"All your stuff is here though." Blaire says. I hear her heels clicking against the floor as she too enters the balcony standing beside me. "And your jeweleries."

I nod.

"Only the top burned." Blaire adds. "Y'all just have to rebuild the roof, everything is pretty much okay."

I nod again.

"Alyssa and Cora send you presents too." She adds. "I might have peaked."

"Why presents?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Maybe because they were totally kept away from what was going on and probably they wanted to be there for you."

I nod. "I suppose."

"Yeah." Blaire sighs. "You're worrying me."

"How so?" I ask frowning.

"Your lack of emotions is worrying me." She says flatly.

"I'm fine, Blaire." I reply. "Really."

She hums nodding.

"It's not too late to get into sightseeing and stuff our face with street food." I offer.

"Nah." She says. "I'm good."

I nod.

"There is a bar in this hotel. We can get shit faced at night and not worry about creepy men."

"I conquer." I laugh. "But creepy men are everywhere."

"True." Blaire pouts.

Blaire and I have breakfast that was delivered by room service in a circular table with white linen table cloth.