Chapter 12 Dexter I hate him and his mammoth fucking sweet tooth that has me lying through my teeth .
Amazing .
You must be as big a fan of these treats as I am , he says with more of that smarmy , layered charm that makes me want to slug him .
More than a fan ! I lie smoothly .
The sweat on the back of my neck seeps lowers , wetting my collar .
Its like my body senses where this is going before my brain does .
The Sugar Bowl has been around since before I was born -though Im fucked if I can remember when , even if she told me so you know its good .
Id be a fool to leave them out of the spotlight .
Its rare when something lives up to its hype , yes .
His gaze flicks to me , more curious than ever .
Can you really make that happen with all your properties , Rory ? Its a tall order for such a small local shop , isnt it ? You dont have to exaggerate on my account .
But I do .
The sensible thing to do would be to back down or walk back the promise to just the Mill as soon as its in our hands .
But Ive never been that sensible .
When I go all in , its balls to the walls .
I need him to believe me .
My eyes search the room frantically , staring at the paintings on the wall .
A man on horseback and his white dog , gazing into a hundred year old red sunset .
A woman at work , what looks like a maid prepping a tall cake in a butlers pantry .
An abstract wedding scene , a century out of style again , the happy couple embracing in front of a faceless crowd .
Its the last painting that sticks in my brain and immediately short circuits it .
I wouldnt dare overpromise , Mr.
Haute , I say .
I have my ways .
Its easy when my lovely fiancée runs the Sugar Bowl these days .
Fuck , fuck .
What are you doing ? Digging my own grave in grand style , I guess .
I stare at him , waiting for a scolding the second he catches the lie , but he just raises his thick eyebrows .
Fiancée ? Dry mouthed , I nod .
That sweet redhead from earlier ? My teeth grind together .
Im sure shes anything but sweet once you get to know her , but I cant tell him that when Im busy shoving my entire foot in my mouth .
So I nod again like the jackass I am and say , Shes a firecracker .
Really puts her passion into everything .
I hope its enough to shut him up .
She certainly brought a little fire today .
Haute mimes spanking something in midair , and amazingly , its possible to despise him even more .
Youre a lucky man , Dexter Rory .
Yes , a very unlucky , stunningly stupid asshole .
What sort of idiot claims theyre engaged to a woman theyve met once -a woman he doesnt even like just to close a sale ? This guy , apparently .
16:41 O Love Betrayed : A Journey of Sevaraka 12.6 % Chapter 12 And its so fucking asinine I almost laugh hysterically at myself right here .
Who knew signing my own death warrant could be so amusing ? Yep , I grind out .
Couldnt be luckier .
Whats one more lie on the pile ? The funeral pyre ? Whatever else happens , I better seal this deal .
I cant wait to meet her when the time comes to iron out details , Haute says , extending a thick hand .
Its an oddly limp shake for a man whos bralt like a rhinoceros , but I dont give a shit when were shaking over the Mill .
Youll have to introduce us .
Certainly , keep bringing me more of these delicious desserts .
Theres no way in hell hes ever meeting her , but thats a tomorrow problem .
Now , I just have to figure out how much Ill need to spend on these damn sugar licks masquerading as desserts , on top of whatever it costs to un fuck my life .
Which means more run ins with that insufferable woman .
My fiancée .
Proof that Im in the running for worlds biggest idiot ass clown .
Theres nothing better than a good barbecue sandwich .
This one has everything : coleslaw , roasted peppers , sautéed mushrooms , caramelized onions , and of course , enough meat to put me into a mini coma .
I might be a bakery girl , but theres no denying I love a good chunk of pulled pork .
In this city , good barbecue is practically a religion .
Put a spatula in my hand and turn me loose over a grill and I couldnt be happier .
It takes me back to the old days , back when my dad showed me how to grill .
I was the son he always wanted .
Before he snapped and left , I mean .
But thats a whole boatload of trauma for another time , so I focus on the way the barbecue sauce runs down my cheek as I take a nice big bite .
Youve got a little something … Emmy breaks away as I look at her .
You know what ? Never mind .
You look perfect .

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Good answer , Emmy .
I toss my hair back in an exaggerated gesture that makes her laugh while I blot my face with a napkin Jakes too busy stuffing his face to smile , but hes definitely happier ever since I announced lunch was on me today .
All thanks to Mr.
Dexter Rory and his fancy credit card .
Dealing with his rotten attitude paid off , for once .
The tip he left- Sweet baby Jesus .
I shake my head at my sandwich in memory .
I hate to admit it , but the guy was generous .
The order left me enough money to take the van in with plenty left over for other disasters .
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