Page 7 of Sweet Deception

She sighs as her frame droops. "Her name is Kylie Davis. She applied for the sugar baby service, sir."

My surprise is so great, I barely register her fidgeting with the file in her lap. I would've bet money she requested the dating service.

I turn my gaze to the monitors on the wall and observe Gio standing over Lisa as I contemplate this news. It appears my angel isn't so much an angel after all. Rarely does a woman surprise me. The idea of locking her into a contract has my skin buzzing with excitement. I have no doubt I'll still have to be patient with her, but this'll open so many doors faster.

I narrow my eyes, wondering why she would choose this service. Remembering seeing her massaging her temples brings my attention back to Margaret. "Did shegive you a reason for applying?" I don't like the idea that the girl is in some kind of trouble.

Margaret shakes her head. "No. Only that she needs the money. She seemed to be in a rush to get the process moving."

"Interesting." I scratch my chin as she continues to fidget under my scrutiny. "Let's give her what she wants."

"I'm sorry?" Margaret frowns. "I thought you wanted me to deny her. Rafael said not to put her in the system."

Leaning forward, I extend my hand for the file. "I don't want her denied, but I also don't want her in the system." Margaret's features relax as she hands the file over. I set it aside to look over later in privacy. "She'll be mine. We'll go through the entire process, but don't record it. Put a rush on the appointments. Call Dr. Cappel and have him fit her in tomorrow, but don't wait for the test results before scheduling the salon appointments and photo shoot. Let's make this happen as soon as possible."

Margaret's frown settles back on her face. "But … what should I tell Miss Davis?"

"Once the appointments are done, give it a day and then call her. Inform her she has only one request. I want her to think I'm her only client interested until she signs my contract."

Margaret's eyes widen at my instructions.I've never taken on a sugar baby before and this clearly surprises her.

"Do you have a problem with this?" I give a bored expression as I stare at her. Margaret's not usually easy to intimidate. It's why I like her as my manager for Sweet Connections, but she's not acting like her usual self right now.

"No, sir." Margaret looks away, clearly not approving of what I want. I don't give a fuck. Why she does is something to think about later.

"Good. I'll have my terms to you no later than tomorrow morning. Have a good night, Margaret."

Dismissing her, I turn back to the reports. I want this done so I can go home and readover Kylie's file.

Gio re-enters the office shortly after Margaret leaves.

"Text Rafael. Tell him I want everything he has on her by ten tonight. Have him meet me at my home office to go over his findings."

"You got it." He pulls out his phone before sitting back down to do what I requested.

The anticipation coursing through me is something I haven't felt in a very long time. I have a feeling my angel will stir things up around here. And I look forward to every minute of it.

Chapter four

Kylie

"Mom? Dad?" I close the front door and drop my purse on the bench before advancing into the house. Usually, I can find my dad sitting in his recliner watching a game while mom putters around in the kitchen.

Not today. It's too quiet.

I poke my head into an empty living room and continue into the kitchen, only to find it vacant as well. That's when movement through the window catches my eye and I see my parents relaxing on the back porch.

Despite the anxiety of the last few hours, a warmth spreads through me as I open the sliding glass door and see their smiling faces.

"Hey." I give a small wave before turning to close the door behind me.

"Hi, honey. Come sit." Mom pats the swing, motioning me over.

Dad's sitting in a wicker chair next to the swing, his eyes shining with happiness—something I haven't seen in a while—as I lean down to kiss his cheek.

"Hi, pumpkin." My dad's raspy voice, caused by his recent bout with throat cancer, never lets us forget what he's been through.

"Hi, Pops," I say before walking over to Mom to kiss her cheek. "Is that alcohol?" I ask in surprise as I settle next to her onthe swing.

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