Sweet Spot by Love Frankie

Author:Love, Frankie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Candy

To say I’m shocked is an understatement. I don’t know what this place is or who Charlie is, for that matter.

I thought he was a kind man with a sweet tooth, a sexy guy who had a penchant for chocolate. But here he is with a gun, a shattered window, a busted lip and a business that looks shady.

I don’t stand around to ask questions. I see it plainly enough. Men are here betting on sports but it’s the bullet through the window that has terror winding its way up my spine.

Leaving my father this morning and boarding a bus was the scariest thing I had ever done, but witnessing this was even more terrifying.

I feel like a fool.

Tears burn my eyes as I run back up the stairs to Charlie’s apartment, grabbing my still packed suitcase. I’m back in my drab gray dress and brown boots, and the teeny-tiny uniform is crumpled on the floor. It’s not mine to take, but for some reason, I shove it in my suitcase, feeling that since I lost my virginity while being stripped of it, I have some sort of ownership over it.

My heart feels shattered, just like the window, and that seems crazy. To feel heartbroken over a man I just met. But when I was with Charlie, it was like I had known him forever.

But what did I really know about him?

He is here in the apartment, and I push past him. “I want to go,” I tell him, my feet on the stairs, leaving.

“Please, Candy, let me explain.”

In the chocolate shop, I see the same first aid kit I used to clean the cuts on his knuckles earlier is still on the countertop. Now he needs it for his bloodied lip. But I’m not staying to clean up this mess.

I’m shaking as I take a deep breath, stepping toward the front door. Charlie reaches for my hand, and I let him take it, even though looking him in the eyes again is only going to make this next part worse. Spinning to face him, I inhale, wanting to both leave and have him beg me to stay.

It’s not fair, and I know with one look, Charlie would never force me to do anything. He is nothing like my father.

But he isn’t telling me the whole truth.

With his hand in mine, I pause, blinking back tears. His eyes are dark like chocolate, and it hurts to look at them because they are like comfort food.

“I don’t want you to go like this,” he says. “Please, I don’t want to watch you walk out of my life.”

“What was happening back there?” I ask, hoping against hope to be wrong. “Is it something illegal?”

Charlie swallows and runs a hand over the back of his neck. “The truth is, I run a bookie business. The chocolate shop is just a front.”

I look around the chocolate shop. At the nearly empty cases, the faded packages, the cash register that is dusty and unused.

“So,

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