𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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Her arms were wrapped around herself while her feet were propped up on the dashboard; one ankle over the other. Missy was staring out of the window, her eyes glued on the buildings and stores that quickly passed as they drove by them. The silence consumed her, making it easier for her to relax into the fancy leather seats. She felt different—different from Felix's warehouse.
"How are you feeling?"
Missy turns her head slowly, admiring Sinclair's side profile. She couldn't help but to trace his features with her gaze. Slowly pulling her feet down, she sits up comfortably, turning her attention away from the handsome man.
"It hurts but I've been through a lot more than this." She says, yawning a bit.
The male nods his head. "I guess you have, but you don't have to worry about that while being with me."
She tilts her head, confusion covering her face expression before she looks away from the oddly silent man sitting in the driver's seat beside her. She had no idea why he would say that. Her whole purpose of being with the two men in the first place was to get to work; her being their errand runner. That was the deal that she had no choice to take, but no Sinclair is telling her she doesn't have to worry about it.
"Then why am I with you?" she questioned. "I could just go home if you're taking me to your place to rest."
Sinclair grins, one hand holding the leather steering wheel while his elbow rests on the middle compartment. "Because I want to spend time with you."
Missy rolls her eyes. "Stop fucking with me, Sin."
She quickly turns away from the man, giving him the silent treatment. He wasn't being serious, and it was becoming very annoying for her. She was almost sick and tired of being in the same car with him. The car parks in front of a tall building. Sinclair gets out the car after turning the engine off, and runs to her side of the car to open the door.
"Shall we?" Sinclair holds his hand out, but she smacks his kind gesture away and gets out of the car herself.
Missy hadn't forgotten what Felix said. Sinclair is always in the public's eye, one wrong misunderstanding could have everyone on her and Sin. Missy didn't want to be in the public's eye—Sin's public.
"I could've opened the door myself, no need to pamper me." She complains, walking towards the tall glass doors, pulling it open before walking inside.
She completely ignored the man at the desk, walking straight to the elevator that led to his fancy penthouse that looked over the fancy buildings. Missy glances over her shoulder to see Sinclair having a short conversation with the man at the desk before walking towards her.
"A small hello to my doorman wouldn't kill you, Dolcezza." Sinclair mumbles but a small covers his slightly frowning face.
"It's glass doors? Can't he see that I walked in with his boss?" She crossed her arms just shaking her head at the man who lacked common sense.
