The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

24

The next morning, Angelo treated me way to carefully.

Too much carefully.

I woke up late, feeling the weight of last nights tension and emotion on my head.

The man bought me cold juice along with breakfast in bed, while keeping his one arm around my shoulder and the other holding my left hand as I ate my food calmly.

I didn't want to leave the bed even though I had plans for a morning work out.

Maybe do some yoga.

Practice ballet for a while.

But my plans were short lived when I felt the slight sway of my body as soon as I got down from the bed to go the bathroom.

It didn't go unnoticed by Angelo and he helped me into the bathroom, left me to finish my business and walked me back to the circular bed and made breakfast while I watched Ice Age 3 on the cable TV.

So I ate the veggies and bread smeared with sweetened butter and jam, two boiled eggs and cold apple juice before pushing the tray away from me.

I rested my wobbly head against Angelo's chest as he kept his hold on me while I watched the animation movie, laughing, giggling like a twelve year old.

Angelo remained stationery, our legs intertwined while I watched the scenes unfold before me even though I watched the animation more than ten times.

Last nights incidents almost out of my mind.

Almost.

I had discarded that shirt in the dustbin and pretended it didn't exist.

"Tadpole?" He called during a advert break making me look up to him.

My cheeks hurt from laughing too much and I was having trouble breathing properly inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth.

"Hmm?"

"I think we should see a doctor."

His sentence makes me sigh.

And we're back at it. Again.

I don't want to see a doctor.

I don't like seeing doctors and -

I'm not pregnant.

I know what my symptoms are and feeling light headed isn't a symptom in my case.

My pregnancy symptoms were intense throwing up.

Throwing up till my guys and throat hurt.

If I was pregnant, I wouldn't be able to keep a morsel of food inside my stomach.

I know that's what he thinks.

He thinks I might be pregnant and all that.

But I am not.