Page 12 of Sugar Baby
He didn’t.
So that tells me nothing.
I reach out and grip her elbow, dragging her into the seat next to me as two of the bodyguards squash past us into the seats at the back. The driver gets out and is replaced by Luca, who usually ferries our pack princess around.
“You were late,” I comment, wanting to rile her up.
“Fuck you,” she spits out. “I was ten minutes early.”
“If you aren’t fifteen minutes early, then you’re late.”
“Grrrr.”
She growls at me, and it sends a sensation straight to my cock. I want her to turn that growl into a purr. I want to hear it vibrate out of her while I thrust my cock deep inside her.
My mouth waters at the thought, and I push it aside.
“I want to make a stop,” she announces as we set off.
“No unscheduled stops,” I bark out.
“I want something from my safety deposit box at the bank. My mother’s pearls. We literally pass it on the way, and I’ll be five minutes.” Her challenging glare does nothing to quell the burning desire I have for her.
“No unscheduled stops.” I face front to show her I mean business.
She huffs and pulls out her phone. I know now I’m about to get my arse kicked.
“Mum,” she says seconds later. “I want the pearls from the safety deposit box. Tell Cain we can stop at the bank, please.”
She holds out the phone with the smuggest of smug expressions on her beautiful face.
Clenching my jaw, I take it from her. “Yeah?”
“Be a good boy and take her to the bank, hmm,” Francesca’s voice comes down the line.
“We shouldn't stop unnecessarily.” I try, but I know it will be a waste of time.
“It’s five minutes,” she says distractedly.
“Fine.” I’m fighting a losing battle here.
I hear Aidan muttering something in the background, but the line goes dead, so I hand the phone back to Sophia.
She takes it from me with a superior glance and shoves it back in her bag, which she places on the seat next to her.
“This goes against everything I was sent here to do. If you’d spoken to your father, that would’ve gone a lot differently.” I can’t help the attitude. She went around me, and now I look like a fucking mug.
“Well, I didn’t, so Luca, to City Bank, please.”
I emit a low growl that stops her momentarily. She breathes in and then out slowly before she slides her gaze across to me. “Don’t growl at me,” she says, in a tone of voice that makes me want to drop to my knees and kiss her feet. It’s a little princess tone, and it shows that she doesn’t like it.
So what do I do?
I growl louder, leaning over, so I get right in her face, trying to force the submissive omega to submit to my dominant alpha status.
She flinches but doesn’t cower from me. Not that I really wanted her to, but she has more steel in her spine than I think she knows, and I wanted her to recognise it.
“Don’t be a cunt,” she mutters and sits back, crossing her arms and sulking for the rest of the trip into the city.
