Falling For The Mob

15 Candy

Addy

The high-pitched ding echoes off the cold, dark marble floors as the elevator door swings open. Instantly, I feel a drop in temperature, Sam must have left a window open.

I drop my coat and purse on my desk before making my way over to her office. She has been stuck up there alone for the last four days, not answering any of my calls, so it won't surprise me if she barely moved away from her desk.

It's been days since I left home myself, and though it pains me to be away from Mason this long, I am itching to have some human interaction that doesn't include my husband or staff.

Her office is empty, more specifically, it seems to not have been used in days. An unsettling feeling begins to stir in my stomach, and I quickly begin marching over to her apartment.

Sam can get hurt or even almost die, but she never misses work. Two years ago, she was shot twice, and against all my protests, she was sitting behind her desk within twenty-four hours, pretending like nothing happened.

Her front door is open, and her living room is a mess. She dismissed her cleaners and hasn't let anyone up here in four days. I thought she wanted to be alone to focus. This is not good.

I try not to make a sound as I step over the empty alcohol containers, broken glass, and dirty clothes. Sam losing herself and going on a bender is one thing, but I have no idea what to make of this. She would never be a mess at home, she runs away if she goes off the deep end.

Relief washes over me as I open the door and find her in bed with her face buried in the pillows. At least she isn't on the other side of the world, killing some drug lord. I can't have a repeat of that right after giving birth.

"Damn it, Sam, can't you put on some clothes?"

A slight shift makes a few strands of brown curly hair appear from under the covers. As my eyes adjust to the light I start to notice a clear difference in skin tone as well.

"What are you doing here?"

I hadn't noticed the door to her bathroom opening or Sam walking out. Her sudden voice makes me jump.

"What the hell?!" Holding my chest, I turn to her. She has a slight smirk on her face as she walks into the room, still dripping from her shower. The woman in bed begins stirring and turns around, exposing her own naked body to me as she opens her eyes. How did I find myself in this situation?

"Can both of you please cover yourselves up?" I grunt as I stare up at the ceiling.

The woman quickly wraps the sheets around her torso, but Sam makes no attempt to move.

I roll my eyes at her as she crosses her arms over her chest. She does this often, trying to make people uncomfortable. By now, she must know that this behavior has no effect on me, but there is no point in challenging her right now.

I turn back to the woman in bed. "Hi, excuse me, so who are you, and what are you doing here?"

A blush appears as she flashes me a cute yet innocent smile. "I'm Candice, but you can call me Candy if you want." She then smirks at me seductively, eyeing me up and down.

She has big brown eyes, a baby face, and short shoulder-length curly hair. There is body glitter all over the room, along with the shiny, skimpy outfit I can only assume belongs to her.

It takes me a total of three seconds to realize what is happening, and even less to direct my anger towards Sam. "Kitchen, now!" I grunt before storming out.

By the time she puts on her underwear and a robe, I'm already in the kitchen, pacing.

"Why in god's name are you so stressed?" She walks over to the coffee machine, her indifference sending me over the edge.