The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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Angelo said he'll meet me before dinner, that night.

Dinner came and went.

Me and Alberto shared the pizza I made before I fed Coco and put him to bed.

Cleaning myself in the marble tiled bathroom, I thought what was keeping him for so long.

Milan was one and half hour flight.

That would be roughly three hours going and coming back given he left at seven thirty.

It was half past eleven o'clock as I laid in bed, dressed in a brand new chemise I bought, with the money l had left in my card.

I mean, I used rest of card money to pay for the assortment of curtains for the living room, bedroom and guestroom, strictly making sure they match the rest of the interior, some more throw pillows for the living room couch.

I spend a lot from the card, so I was officially broke.

With Alyssa being my wing man, poking at this and that at the decorative store.

She paid for a chandelier that hung proudly from the living room ceiling in spite of my protests and spend the day here while the men hung the curtains and the chandelier leaving just before dinner.

Coralyn and Blaire parted from us, after we were done with finalising the not so wedding but wedding dress.

After a lot of reluctance from our to be bride, she chose a fitted gown that flared slightly from the waist down with a train.

A small train because she isn't feeling fancy and all that

Watching her biscuit Coralyn wept and then moved to a matching Veil.

Alyssa didn't want a veil.

So we passed.

And so we came back to the house, our stomach stuffed with food truck food to an unhealthy amount.

Sighing I turned to face the empty side of the bed.

I dressed up in new lingerie. I think.

The rational part of my brain thinks he's always late and maybe something came up.

Maybe they're having some trouble with the suit fitting and all.

The irrational, petty part of me still questions where is he?

Why isn't he here?

Why didn't he show up before dinner like he said he would before putting me back to bed so lovingly.

I glanced at the reflective ceiling, thinking of thousand reasons why Angelo is so goddamn late.

I think I feel asleep after I heard the bedroom door click open.

I could never sleep with lights all the way out so I had them always dimmed so I could see through my very sleep stained eyes the silhouette of Angelo entering the room.