Page 5 of Knot your Princess
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.
I stumble back as his gaze drops to my pussy-region before shooting back up to meet my glare. He clears his throat. “If there is, I’m not in the know.”
Liar.
Debating whether to call him on it, I decide I don’t really care. “Whatever. We leave at 1PM sharp. I am punctual, so you had better be too. I'm leaving without you if you are not waiting at the car when I get there.”
He snickers. “Good luck with that, princess.”
I narrow my eyes. “Not your princess, and you’re a bit of dick, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told. Now, we leave at 1.30PM, in a different car that will only arrive at that time, in case you get any ideas. You can take a bottle of water with you that I will hand to you before we get in the car. You won’t drink anything else or eat anything while you are there. You will stay right next to me the entire time, even if you want to take a piss. Or even ifIwant to take a piss…” He grins at me.
“Ewww…” I make a gagging action to go with the noise.
“You may only speak to Wanda and Lola, no one else. If anyone else tries to initiate contact, they will be told in no uncertain terms where to go. To save yourself the embarrassment, don’t make eye contact with anyone while we’re there. Understood?”
I gape at him. Is he being serious?
Our gaze locks. I can see that he means every word. With a sinking heart, I nod slowly. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get the flu and not have to go now. It sounds like it’s going to be miserable. I can’t let my mum down, though. She wants me to go, it sounds like shefoughtfor me to go, so I need a good excuse not to.
He nods back and then stalks closer to me. “Be a good little girl, and I’ll report back to Daddy that nothing went wrong, and you’ll be free to attend your next soirée. If you do anything that puts me doing my job at risk, I will have you back here so fast, your head will spin. And something tells me he won’t be happy with you.”
Anger boils up inside me and comes out as a hiss in his direction. “I hate you.”
