The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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Maybe I imagined the smooching noises. But they were groping in there alright.

If you knew Ariel and Angelo as I did, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

I mean- yeah, y'all know what I mean. Going at each other like bunnies and all.

My course of thought reminded me of the pair of bunnies I spotted in Coralyn's garden. Going at it.

Her garden was immaculately fairytale-ish. And she had bunnies. A number of them. Two of which I spotted one afternoon of being especially lonely and sad to myself.

Yeah. Even rabbits were playing poke and prod. It was just poor old Blaire going through a dry spell. A draught, if you will.

Around me all I had was the happy happy couple's of the decade. Coralyn- she was still at honeymoon phase with her husband of thirty years. Alyssa was madly in love with Lorenzo like they were eighteen.

And don't even get me started about Ariel. She was actually in her honeymoon phase being newly engaged and what not.

Not that it all bothered me but I lacked single friends.

Friends who weren't so deep into relationships and marriages. Friends with whom I can bitch about everything.

Vent about anything without feeling like I was accusing them. Or being an entitled bitch.

Ariel and I, ableit best friends, were so different from each other. While all she ever wanted was a little family of her own, a little home to play house mother, my dreams were to make something out of myself.

Something- something that would make me proud. Not that I judged Ariel for having a dream like hers but I couldn't actually relate to her because I didn't really think the way she did.

And whenever she got a glimpse of her dream being so close to be fulfilled, I felt like a failure because I was nowhere near to be feeling proud of myself. I was still there, where I was two months ago.

Eating and getting fat.

I didn't know how to place point this emotion that I was feeling. It came and went. Like a wave of rather humid breeze. It bothered me all way too much.

Angrily wiping away the tears that had leaked my eyes, I focused back on the television screen.

"Blaire-bear?" Ariel singsoned walking out of the kitchen with a skip to her steps. "Do you want truffles?"

"No." I reply in monotone. "I don't like truffles."

"Dark chocolate?" She asks showing me the tray of an over fancy chocolate box. "Have some. You'll feel better babe."

"I don't like chocolate, Bubbles." I sighed. It was a lie. Because I loved chocolates.

I loved fancy chocolates even more but these were probably brought for her by her new fiance.

I wouldn't feel very comfortable in taking one little truffle ball from her box. It would be weird.

"Awe, I don't mind." Ariel pouted. "Go on. Take some. A couple. I don't eat chocolate. I'm trying to loose weight."

"You're a terrible liar." I mumbled looking up at Ariel's smiling face.

Her made up smile faltered as she took a seat on the couch across from me. Followed by a sigh she opened her mouth. Probably for some why nots and what's wrong.

"Don't." I warned focusing back on to the show whose episode was over and another was about to start.

"Blaire." Ariel sighs. "What's wrong?"