Sweet Naivety

Chapter 58: An Unpredictable Call

Chapter 58: An Unpredictable Call

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We had stopped by The Castle, since apparently Grimmjow had to meet one of his business associates before we went back to his place. I was starting to wonder why exactly he had to meet so many different people all of the time, but I figured that it was none of my business.

Grimmjow walked me over to the bar, where Yylfordt was stocking the shelves underneath. "Get me a whiskey. No rocks." He grumbled as he lifted me to sit on one of the stools. "And keep an eye on her for me."

Yylfordt poured his glass nearly to the rim, nodding with his charming smile. "Sure thing, King Grimmjow."

I had pulled my phone out of my bag so that I could text my uncle, and I earned a glare from Grimmjow when he turned around to see me. "I'm just texting my uncle to let him know that I'm with you."

He rolled his eyes, taking a drink from his glass as he watched me. He waited for me to finish my text, but before I could tuck my phone back into my bag, he took it and shoved it into his jeans pocket.

I gave him a questioning look, but before I could say anything, he spoke.

"You're mine for the rest of the day. You'll get your fucking phone back when you go home." Then he downed the rest of his glass and gestured for a refill.

I sighed, deciding not to argue. It really wasn't too much to ask... it's not like I needed my phone when I was with him, anyway. But he didn't have to take it from me...

"Mr. Jaegerjaquez." A voice called as it entered the building. "I have your delivery."

I looked over to see a young-looking man with short, black hair that curled under his chin. His lavender eyes were bright and animated. And he had three pink stars tattooed over one of his eyebrows. He was carrying a suitcase and he stepped just close enough to speak to Grimmjow.

"Shawlong. Take the brat upstairs." Grimmjow grunted, jerking his chin toward his assistant as he gave the order. He took another gulp of whiskey before pressing a kiss to my mouth, making my nose wrinkle at the taste of the strong drink on his lips. "I've got some shit to do upstairs, but I won't be long."

I nodded, not wanting to get in the way of whatever he had to do. "I'll be waiting."

And I did just that. Since I didn't have my phone to occupy me, I just did my homework while Yylfordt busied himself with his tasks. He kept up casual conversation, so time passed rather quickly. But when Grimmjow returned, he didn't look happy. And it seemed like he'd had more to drink while he was upstairs. The young man was escorted out by Shawlong as Grimmjow came over to get me.

"Let's go, babe." His breath was certainly laced with a decent amount of whiskey. The scent was strong and overwhelming.

"Okay, Grimmjow." I quickly packed my things away and let him pull me to his car.

He drove a little faster than I thought he should. But I didn't say anything. I figured that his business meeting had just stressed him out. And adding to that theory, the first thing that he did when we went into his house was go over to his refrigerator and get a beer.

"Want anything?" He mumbled as he cracked it open to take a drink.

"No, thank you." I shook my head, going over to the counter as I watched him. "Is everything alright?"

He grunted, taking large swigs from his beer before answering. "Just fine, babe." And then a devilish grin stretched across his face. "Come here."

I felt a blush tinging my cheeks from the predatory way that he was looking at me now, but I didn't hesitate. I stepped closer to him. And I yelped when he suddenly reached out to grab my waist and jerk me closer, pulling my body flush against his. He chuckled at my reaction, burying his face into my neck and nipping at my sensitive skin. I could smell his breath... now a mixture of both the whiskey and the beer...