Chapter 60

Cayden heaved a sigh. "I don't believe you, Sam. We both know how creepy you can be."

That was a big blow on her face though. He just knows every single thing. She sighed. "Yeah, bro. But I'm being frank here. I swear. I never knew Mom did such a thing, bro. That's way fuckin much." She was gazing directly into his eyes. "Please…please just tell me why mom did that…"

"Sam," He said. "There's nothing Jasmine could have done to deserve a full-blown stab on her damned arm. Lady J is aging…she shouldn't be going through such things at her age."

"Honestly," Samantha said. "Mom is so horrible to have done such a thing."

"She stabbed Jasmine as a revenge for telling me what she fuckin did!" Cayden said. "That she starved my wife!!"

Starve Elodre?! Wait…but this is ridiculous! God please, don't lemme laugh. Samantha thought, stifling the laugh. "Wait. Did Mom starve Elodre? How? Why?"

He sighed. "No one has the fuckin right to mess with my wife! And I've made that clear!"

He means this. She thought. Of course, she's aware of his capability. In as much as he's smiling with her, he can turn tiger on her in a split second if she dares mention his wife wrongly. She heaved a sigh. "Well, I'm so sorry about that. I know my apologies can't change a thing…but…but I truly apologize." She rested her head on his chest and listened to his calm heartbeat. "And I'm ain't here to…to add salt to injury, Cayden. Mom didn't send me here either."

His sister had never apologized for things like this until now. He thought. Yet, he's amazed at her sudden remorse. God knows he doesn't and can never trust any of his siblings or mother. Their disdain for his wife is raw…and he can't just forget how they'd made several attempts to humiliate her. Even up till now, his fuckin mom can't get over his damned wife?!! The heck!!

She sat up still on his big lap and fumbled with her multi-colored polished nails. "You know, Cayden…been a while I…I've had a whale of time with you. So…so I…I decided to come say hi to you. I baked you your favorite cake!"

Listening to her, he smiled. "Aww, sweetheart. That's so lovely!" He rubbed her back.

"But, you're gonna make it up to me as you've promised and then I'd reciprocate." She said.

"Reciprocate." He chuckled softly and shook his head. He glanced at his wristwatch. "Sweetheart, are you very famished? Cause I wanna wrap up a few things before grabbing some lunch."

"No worries," She shrugged, smiling up at him. "I'd wait, then."

"Alright, then," He kissed her forehead. "Lemme proceed." But she didn't get outta his lap. She was resting her head on his broad chest enjoying the strength of his arm coupled with the sweet apple scent of his cologne. "What are you doing, Sam? Wanna get back to work."

Shaking her head, her body was glued to him. She was holding his big hard arms. "Wanna stay here."

Lifting a brow, he gazed down at her, watching how she snuggled onto him and he smiled. "So, you wanna sit on my lap while I work, huh?"

"Yeah," She buried her face in his chest.

"You better don't let your boyfriend catch you doing this." He said and she laughed.

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After lunch, they got into Cayden's car.

"Phew!" Samantha sighed. "I'm overfed!"

Cayden laughed. "I told you I'd make it up to you."

"And you did," Samantha laughed.

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"Well, I gotta go now," Samantha said as they got into his office. "Man!! I ain't having dinner anymore. I'm full." Grabbing her purse from the table, she handed the bag to him.

"Aww, thank you, sweetie!" Sitting on his table, he hugged and kissed her forehead. "Thanks, darling!" He smiled.

Okay, next?? She thought and gazed up at him. It could have been easier to access him if Mom had not messed things up. Damn!! He might not even agree on this and would probably conclude that Mom had sent her. Shit! And the fact that he gets aggressive in the cause of protecting his damned wife is so fuckin annoying. Fuck! Oh damn! Mom why?! Hesitantly, she said, "I…I dunno what you would probably think about this, but, bro…I…I'd love to see Jasmine…"

His gaze upon her was intense and his smile slightly faded.

"No reason," She said. "J…just wanna know how she's faring…and would love to know how bad the injury is." She shrugged.

With a brow raised, he was studying her closely in his arms.

"I'm ain't gonna mess up," She said softly. "I…I promise."

"Sam?"

"I promise, Cayden," She pleaded. "Please…"

He contemplated briefly and said, "Jasmine is doing just fine, Sam. Coming to meet with her as though you care about her won't change a thing."

She gasped. "As though I care?" That hurts for some reason. "W…why did you say that, bro? It's hurtful."

"Well, not as hurtful as it was to Elodre." He said.

And she felt a hard knot in her stomach. His words seem to snatch hers from her mouth. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find words. Tears flickered in her ice-blue eyes and her lips trembled.

"I've stopped every visit," He said sternly. "And I ain't gonna change my mind about that, Sam. Hell! Is that the reason you brought me a cake, Sam?"

"Hell no!" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I…I just baked it with a clear heart. I…I never knew mom did such a thing to Jasmine." He hurt her feelings so badly that she trembled. "Y… you're my brother. My older brother…I…I sh…should be free to access you…"

"Access me?" He said. "Access me, Sam? Really? You never acted like I was your older brother, sweetheart."

Stop calling me that!!! She thought angrily but didn't dare to say it. Sobbing, she swallowed hard. This is much worse than she ever expected.