Page 44 of Sugar Baby
“I thought you might like to know that I have contacted your mother. She, and your father know you are with me, but they do not know where you are yet.”
“Why not?”
“Let’s just say that being petty is a flaw, but one I cannot help.”
“Just like Mum.”
“Hmm.”
If he sees what I attempted to do, he ignores that as well, but I’m determined to wedge myself even further into the middle of this war between them to fix it. I don’t want bad blood. There is no need. I don’t know or understand what happened, but I don’t see why we can’t all live happily ever after. Enzo clearly cares about me, despite his absence during my heat, which I understand. It would’ve been weird for him and mortifying for me.
“You will be returned to your father as soon as Cesca finds me. I don’t expect it will be much longer. I hear she has the hounds out.”
He seems pleased at the prospect, although I’m not sure why.
“Fine,” I huff. "I’ll get showered and get this stuff cleaned up. I’m not going anywhere, so do I have to be locked up?”
He shakes his head. “The house has been secured. You are free to roam around but know that you cannot escape.”
“I don’t want to.”
He nods slowly, not believing me, but it’s tough shit. I will get him on my side if it kills me. Hopefully, it won’t.
“Any clothes?”
He nods. “I sent out for a few things. I hope they fit.” He crosses to the door and opens it, grabbing a large shopping bag and leaving it on the bed.
“Thanks.”
“There’ll be some food ready soon. I know it’s late, but if you want to join us, know you are welcome.”
“Us?”
Please say Carter. Please say Carter.
“Yes, we have someone staying here. He will be pleased to meet you.”
Yeah, I bet.
“I’ll be down soon.”
My heart is thumping in my chest. I can’t wait for Enzo to leave, so I can clean up, check out my new clothes and head down to see Carter and hopefully pick up where we left off.
I shower as quick as lightning, and then forage in the bag for some clothes. I pull out a couple of pairs of black leggings, some fitted tees in white and black and a pair of candy pink trainers, which I’m not ashamed to admit, are to die for. There’s also some full arse coverage underwear and, instead of some bras, some crop tops that’ll work while I’m here and some white socks. It is obvious that Enzo did the choosing himself, and I snort in amusement when I slip the big knickers on and pull them up. The irony does not escape me in the slightest.
Choosing a white crop top and tee, next I pull on the leggings and socks and shove my feet into the trainers. Also, finding a brush in the bottom, along with some much-needed toiletries, I freshen up and then head out to find the dining room.
It doesn’t take me long to find it, even though the downstairs is enormous. I just follow the scent of watermelon, and soon I’m confronted with a room that houses a ten-seater table with Enzo sitting at the head and Carter seated to his right. There is a place setting for me on Enzo’s left.
Cosy, cosy.
“Sophia, this is Carter,” Enzo says, indicating I should sit.
He pours a glass of white wine as I slip into the chair.
“Nice to meet you,” Carter murmurs, a secret smile playing on his sexy lips.
“You too,” I murmur back, trying not to stare at him.
