Page 16 of Thicker than Blood
What?
Why would he not want his grandfather to know he was in my room with me? I push against him and quickly grab for the sheet under us. I don’t ask him the questions going around and around in my head like a carousal. I don’t want the answers and Caspian told me once not to ask him things I didn’t want the answers to.
It looks like despite my unwillingness to fall into Caspian’s whole sugar baby role, that is all he thinks I am. That must be why he doesn’t want anyone to know, why he doesn’t want Maria telling anyone.
That’s why I can’t let this happen again, despite how much I might want it to.
Chapter Fifteen
Caspian
Something isn’t right. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but the moment Maria walked out of the room I was sharing with Maple, my little treat wasn’t the same. A part of me has to wonder if it’s because Maria came in on us. Is that what has her all sour?
I let her sit in her mad until after supper and then her time is up. She starts acting like she’s going back to the guest house and I’m fine if that is what she wants to do… as long as I am with her. Tonight, she isn’t messed up, hurt or scared. She has no excuses. And we are going to talk this out, so she is completely comfortable with becoming my something more. Tonight.
I stick to her like glue all through dinner but afterwards, when I am going to follow her wherever she decides to go she stops me.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Going with you.”
“No, you are not.”
Oh, how wrong she is. “We have to talk.”
“About what? How you want to put me up in some fancy apartment, pay for everything for me, and use me all while keeping me a dirty little secret? Isn’t that how it works, Caspian?”
I take her by the arm, intent on getting somewhere private to have this conversation with her, to find out why she is upset so I can work to change whatever it is. “How what works? What are you even talking about? Why are you so angry? Is it because Maria saw us?”
She pulls her arm from my hold and pushes me away or tries to. We have a brief tug-of-war over her arm until I give up and just throw her over my shoulder.
“Wha…what do you think you are doing? Put me down immediately! Caspian!”
“We need to talk, Sweets, and doing it here isn’t going to be the way we need to do this.”
I take her to my bedroom and shut the door behind us. I don’t lock the door hoping it makes her more comfortable being with me. The last thing I want is to make her feel like I want to hurt her.
“Care to tell me why you are so pissed?”
“No.” She flops on the bed and starts looking around the room. “Did you bring me to your room?”
“You’re clearly upset. And yes, I did. I figured it is a place we can talk without being interrupted or overheard.”
“Overheard? Because you don’t want anyone to hear what you say to me?”
“I feel it’s nobody’s business but our own, yes.”
She jumps up even angrier now than she was when I brought her in here. “Because you don’t want anyone to find out about us. You don’t want your grandfather to find out you’re keeping a sugar baby right under his nose.” I’m floored…and confused. “Or is it just because you don’t want him to know you chose me to be your mistress? It doesn’t even matter which one it is because either way I refuse to be your… your dick pouch.”
Dick pouch?
“I won’t be your whore. I don’t want your money or what you can do for me.”
“Are you talking about the whole sugar daddy thing again?”
“Oh, don’t even. Why else would you not want Maria to tell your grandfather what she walked in on this morning? Why else would you want to keep me a secret?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I thought it would embarrass you if you realized my grandfather knew I was dick-deep in your little pussy! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I was thinking about you and how you would feel, or did you just go right to the worst-case scenario?”