Page 4 of Sugar Baby
Drawing in a deep breath, the scent of rain hitting the parched earth on a summer’s day fills my senses.
Ugh.
I take in the handsome, but annoying face, of Cain, pack Enforcer. He is dressed in blue jeans, and a black tee that shows off his stupid tattoos that he thinks are so hot.
“Whatare you doing in here?” I spit out.
“It’s okay,” he says, hands up. “Your mother said I could come in and speak to you about the plan for tomorrow.”
I clench my jaw so tightly, I give myself a headache. I get the distinct impression that Francesca Quinn is pushing this arsehole alpha onto me. But why?
I have to wonder if my dad knows he’s in our residence, in the pool room with me standing here dripping wet in a tiny black bikini, that my nipples are currently pressed against like two pebbles in the chill.
Suddenly, I pull the towel up and hold it against me so he can’t see my body. Don’t want to be giving him any ideas, after all.
“Go and wait in the kitchen,” I order him imperiously. “I need to go and change.” I lift my chin higher and stalk past him, feeling his gaze on my arse. Leaving the pool room, I scamper down the hallway, determined to yell at my mother for the ambush after I’ve dealt with Mr-I’m-so-Hot and sent him packing.
Deep inside, a small part of me, uncurls, though, happy to have some company inside these walls, even if it is Cain.
ChapterFour
Sugar
To my absolute ire, I find Cain chatting with my dad in the kitchen over a mug of coffee. How has he inserted himself into my family home with such ease? What is going on here? It’s like a time warp or a different reality where people are allowed to come over and socialise.
It makes me nervous.
“Ah, Sugar,” Daddy says, looking up at me, hovering under the arch that leads to the kitchen from the hallway, in my joggers and a baggy tee. “Cain is here to talk to you.”
It’s obvious that Daddy didn’t know about the pool room, so I grit my teeth and nod like it’s the first time I’ve seen him today.
“Oh?” I inquire, crossing my arms.
It’s getting a bit warm in here. Sweat is beading on my forehead, and upper lip, and my breathing is a bit laboured. I hope I’m not coming down with something.
“Yes, I believe your mother has informed you that Cain will be escorting you to the party tomorrow. We just want to go over some details,” he says.
“Like what?” I hate to admit it, but I’m genuinely curious. This has never happened before.
“Like he is in charge, and you’ll do what he tells you to,” Daddy says, rapping his knuckles on the kitchen island.
Giving him a wide-eyed glare, he grins and ducks out, saying, “I’ll leave you two to talk.”
Furious, I turn back to Cain. He is laughing quietly, leaning back against the counter with his mug of hot coffee. “He was joking, right?” I snap.
“Nope, you have to do what I say, when I say it.” His husky voice, coupled with his heated gaze, makes me very uncomfortable.
“What game are you playing here?” I croak out, feeling flushed and slightly dizzy all of a sudden.
“No game,” he says. “Your dad put me in charge of your welfare, and I take that very seriously.” His attitude changes in an instant. He has adopted a business-like air, which definitely lifts the blanket of tension that was draping itself over me. “I won’t be leaving your side tomorrow. Nico, Franco and Luca will be with you as usual, but they will be keeping their distance and making sure the area is secure at all times."
“Why wouldn’t it be?” I choke out, my knees wobbling slightly.
“Well, you never know,” he replies, avoiding my eyes.
“My mum said something is going down in the city tomorrow. What is it? Do you know?”
“Going down,” he murmurs.
