The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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He nods.

"Why?" I ask.

"What do you mean, why?" He asks with a frown on his face.

"Why'd you want to take me out?" I ask.

"Because I want to, tadpole." He says.

"And also that, what I said last night, wasn't necessary. You were only trying to- support and I am glad that you were worried about my mother and that her anxiety bothered you." He add.

I look down, chewing on my lip.

Pinching my chin he lifts my face up to meet his. "And I am sorry for being an insolent asshole, baby."

I nod, slightly, loss for words.

I didn't expect an apology from him.

He doesn't apologize normally.

His words take me by surprise.

"And I'd like to take you out." He states. "Have you get some fresh air-"

"Angelo?" I ask.

"Sí?"

"I am sorry for approaching you so hostilely, last night." I say. "I am sorry, I had no right to be so rude and abrupt."

He barely cracks a smile.

"I know that you're constantly angry with me, tadpole." He says. "I- I have nothing to say for myself, because you have every right to be."

"I shouldn't have said what I did Angelo." I whisper. "I know I am not allowed to say things like that-"

He places his lips on mine, silencing my apology.

"I shouldn't have pushed you last night, I am sorry." I whisper against his lips, tracing his bottom flesh with my fingertips.

"I am sorry, I won't do it again." I add.

I know, I am not allowed to say things to him that hurts his pride.

And last night, I just did that.

Hurt his pride.

He cups my cheek on both his hands and places a kiss on my lips.

"Let me run you a bath?" He asks. "Warm?"

I nod against his lips.

Giving me one last peck on my lips, Angelo walks toward the bathroom.

I eat one of the stuffed buns with the dip, before walking toward the bathroom.

Angelo just finished putting citrus slats in the warm water as I step inside, holding his hand for support.

After I get in and rest my head on my folded arms on the titled edge, he tells me he will get changed before placing a kiss on my lips and walking out.

Letting myself soak in the water, I feel the tight muscles loosen up a bit.

And finally think back to last night.

It was stupid of me.

If he tries, I should try too.

I don't feel as if I try enough.

But these days Angelo- he tries.

Even a small bit. He does.

But sometimes I don't even understand me.

Sometimes I want him and then the other times I can't stand him.

Sometime I fight him the next moment I want him to take my pain away.