The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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I pushed him away playfully.

"You get Ariel." I say placing the grilled chicken breast on the plates.

"Take it or leave it." I add biting my lip trying to hide the giddiness that erupts with in myself.

"I'd take anything." He whispers he chin resting on my shoulder, arms around my waist.

"Angelo." I complain. "Shouldn't you be attending to Roman? He's staying for dinner."

'I'd rather leave him alone." He says. "He needs time to wind his head in the right direction."

I agree with him with a nod of my head, putting enough salad in both the plates along with bread.

"You took off your ring." Angelo sag looking at my left hand and taking it in his hold.

"I was afraid I'd loose it." I say as he examines my finger. "I have a habit to loose expensive things."

Or sometimes they get taken away from me.

I shake the thought off my head as I focus on the task at hand.

"I don't want you to take it off, ever again." Angelo says, his nose dragging up to the length of my neck, head rolling back to give him access on instinct.

"You wear it with pride, sí?" He whispers against my ear, teeth tugging down on the soft flesh of my earlobe.

"Yes." I whisper breathless.

"You wear my name with honour, like you're mine, yes?"

What is it with words and him today? I think as tiny little bombs erupts all over my body with his touches.

"Yes." I breathe out an answer as he pulls away making me gasp at the loss of contact between our bodies.

Angelo leaves toward the dining table after placing a gentle kiss on my temple.

Five minutes later, I take two dinner plates to the dining table and ask if they would need anything else.

"These are quite enough, thank you Ariel." Roman says.

"You're welcome." I nod. "I'll go upstairs to check on Blaire."

Opening the door to her bedroom, I found the woman curled up on the middle of the bed, the weighted coverlet covering her form.

"Blaire?" I asked gently. If she was a sleep I'd let her.

If she was trying to drown on darkness, I take her down and make her eat something and possibly gossip.

That might lighten her mood and lift some of her spirit so she can get a good night sleep.

"You want something bub?" I pressed again to see if she was awake.

There was no sound apart from the shuffling of the blanket.

I sigh.

"Do you want chocolate cake? We have some-" I add hoping if she will get up.

She doesn't.

I close the door as silently possible not to disturb her and make my way downstairs.

After bringing Blaire home from the club, I suggested she slept it off.

Sleep did wonders when you were angry or mad or really in pain.

I would know.

Soon after she retrieved to a guestroom, I gathered some clothes and a warm robe for her, made her hot chocolate so she could sleep good and warm till the morning and left a note that if she wanted to come down to grab a bite.