Page 97 of Sweet Possession
There had to be.
But no matter how hard I tried to switch my brain off from gettingcarried away, I couldn’t.
I eventually wore myself out with my fretting, and drifted off into arestless sleep.
“Cora!”Foxbellowed, waking me up. The sun was streaming inthrough the windows, and I looked at the clock.
Midday.
Oh no!
Becca and Andrew were arriving in exactly one hour to collect theircake, and I still needed to put the finishing touches to it.
Before I could leap out of bed, the bedroom door flew open,slamming against the wall.“Oh, thank god,”Fox said, his body slumping in relief.
“What’s wrong?”I said, getting out of bed and crossing to where helingered in the doorway. At some point, he’d taken his shirt and pants off, and stood only in his boxers.
He grabbed me, encasing me in his arms.
Holy hell, he still reeked of alcohol.
“I dreamed you were mad at me, and when I woke up and youweren’t in bed, it made it more real. Did I upset you last night?”he asked, his brows pulled together in concern.
“No. You passed out on the bed and I couldn’t wake you or moveyou.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask about the perfume and thereceipt, but with how panicked he looked, I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Besides, I needed to get my ass in the kitchen and finish the cake.
Fox swiped a hand down his face.“Fucking hell. I knew I shouldn’thave let Nash buythatlast round of tequila shots. I swear, sometimesthatdickhead thinks we’re still in our twenties.”I smiled at him, but it didn’t meet my eyes, something he noticed.“Are you sure I didn’t upset you?”
I was about to tell him the truth but the sharp tone of his phone rangfrom our bedroom. Fox didn’t move to answer it though, not until I’d given him an answer.
“Honestly, you didn’t, Daddy. You were funny,”I said, this time doingbetter at giving him a genuine smile, seemingly appeasing him.
“I don’t feel funny today, my head is pounding.”He glared across thehallway where his phone continued to ring.“If that’s Nash phoning to complainthathe doesn’t feel well, I’m going to kick his ass.”
He strolled into our room, and a second later, the phonestopped ringing. I chewed my lip, debating whether I should ask him about his lunch when he finished his call.But remembering I was on a deadline, I followed him into ourbedroom and grabbed some clothes, throwing them on before heading to the kitchen to finish the cake.
Several hours later, I sat on the bed watching Fox pack a suitcase.
The call he’d received earlier was from Nash. They had been eyeing up a casino in Singapore, and Nash had taken a call from the owners offering them first dibs on the resort…on the conditionthatthey flew out right away to view it and make an offer.
Fox wasn’t happy. While he knew the chance to buy the casinowas a good opportunity, he didn’t likethatthe owners were rushing them into making a decision.
He relented after Nash told him to stop being a stubbornasshole, but when Nashthentold himthathe wouldn’t be able to go to Singapore because he was flying out with Savannah to Milan the following morning, Fox’s mood souredagain.
If it was possible, his mood plummetedevenfurther when he askedme if I wanted to go to Singapore with him, only for me to remind himthatI didn’t have a passport.
Atthatpoint, Fox had been in the process of dialing Nash back to tellhim there was zero chance of him going and leaving me alone, but I managed to snatch the phone out of his hand to stop him making the call.
I begged him to go, telling him I’d be fine for a few days on my own,and to not jeopardize his business because of me. After promising himthatI would message him every hour of the day and night, andthatI wouldn’t leave the house, or go near the pool, he eventually agreed to go.
His flight to New York was due to take off in an hour. Once he arrivedin New York, he’d have two hours to kill before his plane to Singapore departed. He was adamantthatas soon as he’d seen the casino and made a decision on whether to put an offer in, he was getting straight on the plane to come home.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay, baby girl?”he said for the millionth time.
I rolled my eyes.“I’ll be fine. Besides, what trouble could I possiblyget into? I’m only going to have a little party with a few male strippers and a couple of ounces of cocaine, that’s all.”
He paused from zipping his case up to look at me, scowling at findingme biting my lip to keep the grin from breaking free.“Absolutelynostrippers, Cora.”
