The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

03

I hated how much the man affected me.

I hated how much I let him affect me.

I hated every part of me for being so weak and pathetic for him.

I've slept with many men, not going to play saint.

I've slept with men from the club, from the drive by bar, rich men, men wanting company for a little while, trying to get away from their nagging wife, but none of them intrigued me as Angelo Giovanni's dark eyes and equally dark, demanding aura.

Don't get me wrong, don't call me a whore, I love sex, I was up and ready for sex any part of the day, before Angelo came into the picture. And since then it's only been Angelo.

And then the dry spell casted over my self that night in the office. I haven't looked at any men after that.

See, when you get attached once, you fear, you will get attached again. I didn't want to get attached again.

I didn't want anybody to treat me like a door mat again. My pride is far to big for that.

I undid my dress, my dress didn't require a bra so I was down with a pair of lace covering my bits. Raking my fingers though my hair, I walked to the right side of the bed and laid down, the silk, cold against my skin.

Angelo, seemed like respected my privacy enough, that he didn't bother coming in. I pulled the coverlets between my legs and up till the silk covered my tits from any unwanted intruder.

Not that there was any, but who knows?

Angelo is an asshole and weirdly obsessed with my tits.

"Tadpole." I heard his low voice but snuggled further to the sheets.

Go away, Angelo. I don't have time for your bipolarity.

"Tadpole?" He called again. "Dinner time, baby."

Fuck you too, cunt.

"Come on, baby." He called his hand gently on my arm, caressing with his rough knuckles. "Dinner time."

"Please." I yawned. "Go away, I don't want dinner."

"I have to feed you, tadpole come on." He said patting my ass. "Get up."

Huffing I shoved his hand away and flipped on my front.

"As tempting as you look right now, Ariel, I'd rather you get up, pit some cloths on and join me for dinner." He ordered.

The gentleness in his voice gone to the dogs.

I didn't budge, even though he was going way out if his way and honestly trying to be nice.

"Ariel!" He yells making me jump and sit up feeling my heart rate increase abnormally.

I took a moment to compose my sanity and then looked at him.

"Dinner time, tadpole." He repeats, pushing my hair behind my ears caressing my cheek with his knuckle. "You drive me mad."

Pursing my lips, I look away from his dark eyes, baring his soul to mine.

I don't care. I never wanted his soul or his heart, or love or whatever the fluff rainbow shit.

I've been on my own since I was sixteen. The concept of live and rainbows and fluffy bullshit is foreign to me.

Angelo pinches my chin, making me face him, bringing our lips closer...closer.

Barely a breath away.

No.

I slap his hand way, pushing against him. "How fucking dare you?" I hiss, getting down from the bed, sheets clutched close to my chest. "The audacity of yours leave me speechless."