The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

02

"Okay, girls...and boys." I clapped my hands. "Stretch."

The fifteen of them grunted and thumped on the floor as I did and stretched.

"For how long do we practice the pirouetting, miss Ariel!" One of them whiney boy asked.

"As long as you don't look like a pregnant chicken, Antonio." I said pursing my lips. "You haven't yet perfected the spin yet, we'll keep going that till we look like dn good ballerina's clear, kids?"

"Yes, miss Ariel." The bunch of then chorused.

God, I love being a teacher.

I grinned internally and stretched with the kids before standing up and showing them the move again. While they practiced.

It was already lunch time. I was to go home and shower and cook- awe kill me. I don't like cooking.

I saw the clock turning one and the kids dropped on their asses. "Oh, we're done for today, Miss Ariel."

Damn right you are, chickens.

My phone vibrated on my hand, pouting I examined the private number.

Nobody calls me other then my apartment owner and stupid insurance company sometimes the weird ass advertisement firm.

Nonetheless, I answered the call. "Hello, who's this?"

"Hey." She replied. "It's me, Blaire."

Of course, it's you women.

"You have a phone?" I asked.

How dare she not tell me she has a phone. At least I could text her annoying stuff at three am.

"Nope." She replied. "I was wondering if you'd like to have  a late lunch, maybe..." She said sounding weird.

Huh?

Lunch invite?

With Blaire?

"Lunch?" I repeated.

"At the estate." She said.

"Where?" I asked. "Estate? Why?"

At the estate?

I'd avoid that place at the cost of everything to be honest.

The estate house was massive with lush gardens and orchards. But it was also the motherfucking home of the DiMariano family.

And not gonna lie, I sort of don't know anyone.

"For lunch, Bubbles." She said. I could almost see her eye rolling "In ten minutes." She added.

Yeah, well act like a brat now, go on.

"Sure." I say. "Nobody is there, right?"

I'd rather not run into Mr. Giovanni after I kicked his ribs damn hard.