The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

20

Spa day. I think mentally as I dial the number and wait for it to get picked.

"Bubbles." Blair voice drifts from the other end of the cell. "Hey."

"Hi." I said mustering the most cheerful voice I could muster.

"Good morning." I wish.

"Good morning." She sighs. "Um- babe?"

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Can we postpone spa day?" She asks tentatively.

"Oh?" I asks. "Sure, babe. You okay?"

Blaire sighs from the other end.

"Yeah. Perfect." She says.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong? Your voice sounds all wobbly." I state.

"Not over the phone." She sighs. "Tomorrow when we meet?"

"What's bothering you?"

"I found something." She whispers. "Roman thinks I've gone mad."

"Okay?" I ask. "What did you find?"

"I'll tell you when I see you." She says. "Roman is here, bye. See you."

"See you-" the call ended making me frown.

What did she find? I think to myself sitting up, back resting against the headboard, the covers pulled up to my chest, as I scroll through my phone.

There was several missed call from another number that wasn't saved.

A private number.

Everybody relevant is saved on the contacts so I don't bother calling back.

As soon as I put the phone down, Angelo walks in with a tray of steaming hot breakfast balanced on both his hands before he sits the tray in front of me, taking his coffee.

I don't get coffee.

I get juice.

Soup and bread rolls with stuffed buns and a sweet sauce dip.

Sick people's food.

But I like soup. So o don't complain.

Sipping his coffee Angelo places the cup down taking the bowl, and stirring the soup before proceeding to spoon feed me.

"Better?" He asks when I swallow the first spoon.

"Hmm." I agree as he helps me with the bread bite after dipping it into the soup and continues until there is nothing on the bowl then tells me to eat the stuffed buns.

I shake my head pushing the plate away.

He doesn't press me instead hands me the juice and sits before me with coffee mug in his hand.

"Allora?" He asks pushing my hair back from my face. "You were supposed to go out with your nutcase friend."

"She's not a nutcase." I reply sipping my juice.

Don't call Blaire a nutcase Angelo!

My juice doesn't have sugar.

"It got postponed." I shrug my shoulder.

"Do you have anything else to do all day?" He asks.

I shake my head.

I don't usually have anything to do any day, these days.

"Then I'd like to take you somewhere." He says as a matter of fact.

"Oh?" I ask placing the juice glass on the bedside table.