SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+ [On-Hold]

Chapter Thirteen

KELSEY

2 weeks later...

"Cancel whatever blind date you were planning on going to tonight, intern!" 'C' Team leader Holden slams a hand on my desk, making my shoulders jump "we're throwing a dinner party to welcome you into the team. Are you excited?"

"Uh... what do you want my answer to be?" I scratch an itch on the nape of my neck.

"Neither of what you're thinking. Don't get ahead of yourself, we throw one every time a new intern joins us. It's more like an excuse for us to use the company card, really." he puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a weird squeeze, which is more malicious than it is pervy.

Shrugging it off naturally, I lie "I'm sorry, but I was supposed to meet a friend tonight. Could we, perhaps, do this tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's Saturday," Bryce says from the other side of my desk "don't spoil the fun for the rest of us, Sanderson!"

My brows twitch with annoyance from Bryce's nasally stupid voice coming from the other side of my desk, but I force a smile because if I want to avoid the wrath of my stepdad, I'll have to act like the hardworking and polite office lady that I'm supposed to be.

I don't know, but since two weeks ago, when Bryce Stevens realized that my last name matched with what the 'S' stood for in 'K&S Technologies', he's been acting like a prepubescent brat. He calls me 'Sanderson' at all times and occasionally compliments stuff like my phone or my clothes just to quickly follow them up by saying that my 'daddy' is quite generous. The fuck? I'm super close to dragging him away from prying eyes and giving him one less reason to live.

On the other hand, I think the rest of my team-- except for the team leader-- either knows about my connections but doesn't give a damn OR hasn't picked up on it as 'Sanderson' isn't a very rare surname and could just be a co-incidence.

Oh, and it's been two weeks since I've started working as an intern in the marketing department of Gage's (and Roy's) company.

After that insane encounter in the elevator on the first day, I knew I was going to bump into Roy Killigan every now and then. But, strangely, I haven't seen him anywhere since then. A part of me wanted to ask one of the colleagues about him, but I didn't want to look like I cared.

Although, it's hard. It's hard to pretend like I don't care. We'd only hooked up once, it was supposed to be no big deal, he was supposed to become my sugar daddy until my life took a weird turn and I'd changed my mind, but...

I can't seem to stop dreaming about him.

But, of course, judging from how he hasn't tried any of the typical CEO-ish methods to reach me, I think it's safe to say that he doesn't give a damn. Perhaps, to him, it was just a silly one night stand. My feelings have been entirely one-sided.

"I haven't slept with any woman besides my ex-wife for the last 20 years."

Bullshit. I'm so naive to have fallen for that bit.

A couple days ago, I was finally able to tell Sierra about everything, and she couldn't believe what she'd heard either. She asked me if I wanted her to talk to her sugar daddy about Roy Killigan, but I'd refused immediately because things were already too embarrassing for me. I even opened up to her about my dreams, and the way I'd been acting weird with myself and had been literally masturbating while fantasizing about Roy and his gigantic penis. She then suggested me to try looking for a hook up online on the basis of a huge dick.

I tried what she'd suggested me. I asked several dudes to send me their dick pics, which was utterly regretful because analyzing over 20 random dick pics from 20 different guys made me want to throw up at one point. I kept thinking about Roy so much, that all of the dicks in those pics began to blend together.

Maybe it's not just Roy's palm tree dick. Maybe, it's just him.

Fuck, I'm helpless.

Oh, and I think I'm starting to get a hang of this corporate lifestyle!

The rest of the day unfolded with me printing copies of stuff I could care less about reading, more coffee runs, looking over my shoulder every two seconds while doing those coffee runs, and the like.

But tonight, instead of heading back home as usual and tiptoeing around Gage's study and mom (who still hasn't spoken to me after that thing at the breakfast table), I'm being dragged to a staff dinner. Ew. What do people even do at those? My co-workers look like they could care less about each other, and they all collectively stop talking whenever Holden's around.

When I thought the restaurant would be picked through a popularity vote, Holden announces that he's in the mood for Chinese. Nobody protests, although I almost did.

Heading over to the nearest Chinese restaurant, called Fang Xin's, we are given a warm welcome by its manager and are accordingly escorted to our reserved table. Much to my chagrin, I'm not provided with a choice as I sit next to Bryce Stevens. And as soon as I plop down to my chair, he decides to pull himself closer to mine.

"Did you want to tell me something, Bryce?" I force a smile.

"Not exactly, Sanderson," he fixes his glasses, his face too annoyingly close to my shoulder "I just wanted to let you know that I studied you."

"Studied me?" I raise a brow. Has he finally found out that I got the job through connections? Hm, I'm contemplating whether I should react with "omg pls don't tell anyone" or "finally".

"Yeah," he leans back, looks sideways with a stupid smirk on his lips, before leaning closer to me again with a palm next to his mouth, whispering "you're related to Gage Sanderson, aren't you?"

I'm still contemplating, by the way.

I clear my throat "what makes you think that?"

Shit, am I going for 'denial'? But that's so not cool!

"I don't think that, I know that." Bryce Stevens stares at me like he's done something really incredibly badass, although I do kind of wonder how he found out. Did Holden tell him?

So, judging from Bryce's confidence, I guess I can sum up the thought that my co-workers do not really know about my connections. Otherwise, wouldn't Bryce have acted the same as the others? Or, is he not a part of their group chat? Which, by the way, would be totally understandable.

Wait... I'm not a part of the group chat either!

Bryce still keeps staring at me, waiting for a response as I'm pursing my lips and avoiding looking directly back at his face.

"I..."

Shit...

Instead of words, something else seems to be rising up my throat.

I put my hand over my mouth and get up from the chair, attracting everyone's attention as I frantically stand up.

"Where are you heading, intern? You don't like Chinese?" Holden says, checking others' reactions to his 'joke' with a laugh.

"Excuse me," I get my words out "I need to use the restroom a b-bit."

As quickly as I can, I excuse myself from the table, pushing past Bryce Stevens, and run to the restroom after asking for directions from a waitress.

I'm trying really... really... really hard not to throw up on someone right now.

As I pull my hair back and puke inside a toilet, I wonder if I ate something bad. Well, I barely ate. Can someone throw up because they skipped meals? Also, for the last couple days, I've been feeling pretty damn weird in the mornings.

As a matter of fact, I've been experiencing borderline puke-y feelings for the past few days, especially in the mornings.

...

No fucking way.