The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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Her professionalism slipping off with every word coming out of her mouth.

"I missed you so much-" She repeats, her bottom lip between her teeth. "So much, my princess-"

"Oh~" I whisper taking a trembling step backward. Blair's front meeting my back as she keeps her hold on me.

"Did you?" I ask.

"Darling~"

"Don't lie to me." I whisper. "The only thing you can do is not lie to my face, mother."

"Ariel-" She breathes trying to cover our small distance but I take another step back before she can place her heel clad feet forward.

"How come you missed me if you never wanted me in the first place?" I ask, my voice just a little above whisper. Barely audible.

Shh Ariel. I tell myself. Don't talk. Don't talk.

Don't talk.

Just-

Just breathe.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

"That's not-" My mama opens her mouth but halts anyway shaking her head. "That's not what it is."

"Don't lie." I whisper untangling my fingers fr Blaire's hand. "Don't lie to me, mama."

"I'm not lying, darling." She whispers. "Princess, I'm not lying-"

"I'm not five!" I yell. "I'm not five." I add, in a low tone, aware that we have the attention of the whole showroom.

"Ariel." She whispers again. "Please, sweetheart-"

I shake my head. "I need to leave."

"Ariel-"

"Come on, Blaire." I grab her hand, my other hand clutching my small bag as I pull Blaire and myself out of the store, aware of my mother's presence behind us.

"Ariel listen to me." She pleads as we cross the territory. "You're leaving again, Ariel!"

"Ariel!" I hear again. This time her voice more louder, more pain stained.

"Maybe we should take a taxi to the hotel." Blaire suggests after we cross a respectable distance from the store.

I don't deny the woman as she walks me to the taxi stand nearby giving our address and helping me in.

"Shh." Blaire coos pulling my face down on her shoulder, her palm flat on my cheek as silent tears make their way down my cheeks.

Pathetic. I cuss myself

Blaire wasn't wrong last night.

I was just pathetic.

How can I roam around the streets and not expect something like this to happen?

How can I not realise that this was what I was trying to escape?

This city. The people. The connection.

And look what happened.

Before I knew it, I ended up slamming face first into the person who I didn't want neither wished to face.

At least not in this lifetime.

I feel a sob break out of my chest, as I wrap my arms around Blaire, all those buried feelings I had stored deep inside me locked in a box,  was surfacing slowly yet surely again.