Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
“I just came by to drop off some sweets for my sweetie. He’s been working such long hours lately.”
The éclair, which tasted like heaven a second ago, suddenly feels like a lump of lead in my throat. My sweetie.
“Cade doesn't eat sweets,” I say, a small, petty part of me needing to reclaim some territory. “He prefers savory. High protein.”
Bella’s eyes go wide in mock surprise, and she taps a perfectly manicured finger against her chin. “Really? Well, he certainly didn't mind the whipped cream he ate off me a couple of nights ago.” She lets out a rich, throaty giggle. “But maybe that doesn't count as a ‘sweet,’ does it?”