Todos los capítulos de Babysitting the Mafia Princess: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Sky took one sip of her drink and immediately regretted it. “Ugh, gross!” she winced.Charlie was right again. Fuck him, honestly.She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, swallowing hard.She tipped the cup, half-tempted to pour it into the dying fern by the window.And now, she was bored.Where was he? He still hadn’t gotten back from the bathroom. What the hell was he doing with her?He’d been gone WAY too long. She tapped her foot. Fast.“This is stupid,” she huffed. Knowing Elisa, she was probably offering herself to him like the Sunday morning breakfast buffet.Slut…Her annoyance spiked.She waited.One minute.Two.Her foot tapped faster.“Okay, seriously,” she whispered. “I am not playing Where’s Waldo with my own bodyguard.”Finally she shoved her way toward the hallway, muttering, “H

Sky's brain stopped functioning the second her body hit Charlie's lap.One moment she was crouched on the carpet, theatrically summoning the undead. The next she was in his arms, practically fused to his chest, his hands locked around her like the world was ending.Her breath punched out of her lungs.Her entire body flushed hot and electric. Her pulse thudded in her ears. She could smell his cologne and it was shockingly comforting. His chest was solid behind her and she felt safe.Safe? That's ridiculous. It wasn't that she was actually in danger. This was all fun and games.She needed to get off his lap, but her body did not behave.Instead, she sat frozen like a deer on a highway, hyper-aware of every muscle under her.And he was tense.So, so tense.Charlie's arm tightened instinctively, pulling her closer as the closet shadow fully stepped out."Relax," he muttered near her ear, steady and commanding. "I've got you."She nearly squealed again.A kid wearing sunglasses indoors st

Sky laughed sheepishly. “What?” she repeated. “You’re really asking me that?”She turned in her seat so fast the seatbelt tugged against her shoulder. Her hands curled into fists in her lap, nails biting into her palms because if she didn’t anchor herself to something, she might actually scream.“You stood up in front of everyone,” she said, voice tight, “and acted like kissing me would personally ruin your life.”Charlie’s jaw flexed. “That’s not…”“And then,” she cut in, steamrolling right over him, “five minutes later you’re totally fine kissing Maria like it’s nothing. Like I’m not even…” She stopped, swallowing hard.“You are not even…what?” Charlie probed.“Nothing!” she exclaimed, her cheeks heating. Did she want to kiss Charlie? She wondered.No. Of course, she didn’t want to kiss Charlie. Why would she? His lips probably felt like cold trout.But that wasn’t the point.“That kiss with Maria didn’t mean anything,” he said finally. “It was for the game. You were the one kept pu

Jesus fucking Christ…Charlie had exactly half a second to register what was happening as a weight hit his chest.A startled gasp. A soft curse. Warmth.“—whoa—!”They went down together.Charlie stumbled backward on instinct, one foot catching on the edge of the rug, the other failing him completely. His shoulder hit the ground first, then his back, then Sky landed squarely on top of him with a breathless oof.Charlie lay there, stunned, staring up.Sky’s hands were braced on either side of his shoulders. Her hair had fallen loose from wherever she’d tied it, spilling forward and brushing his neck, his jaw, his collarbone. The hem of her thin pajama shirt, the only thing she was wearing had ridden up her thighs. He could feel her breathing against his chest, smell her lotion, see the shadow where fabric met skin.Oh. This was bad.This was very, very bad.“Get off me,” he blurted.It came out far too sharp. Too panicked.Sky froze instantly.“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I am so sorry

Charlie continued to stare at Sky and Caleb.He wasn’t spying on Sky like she always accused him of. He was merely observing. Sky laughed at something Caleb said.Charlie winced. What was she laughing so hard about?And then, he heard her say yes to the dance.Sky’s voice carried just enough to reach him. Clear. Certain.Caleb blinked like he needed confirmation. “Yes?”“Yes,” she repeated, louder. Deliberate.Charlie’s jaw locked.He told himself not to react. Not to move. Not to let a single thing register on his face. He had stood through gunfire with less visible tension than the way his shoulders tightened now.Caleb grinned, wide and stupidly pleased. He said something Charlie didn’t hear because all the sound in the hallway seemed to dull, like someone had shoved cotton in his ears. Sky shifted her weight, clearly already regretting nothing.Charlie looked away. He shouldn’t be annoyed at that. Of course, Sky can go to the dance with anyone she pleases.Caleb barely had any per