Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 51

Chapter 51 I Will Spank You

He walked straight over and tugged Rayna onto her feet.

“Hey, who the f*ck are you?” A man to the side instantly got bristled when he saw Curtis snatch her from his table without explanation. “Let go, or you will get it!”

Curtis shot out the bottom of his foot and sent the man crashing back into the booth. While keeping a firm hand on Rayna, he regarded the man with a frosty gaze. “She’s my friend and I’m taking her with me. Any objections?”

As he swept his eyes across the way, all four of them within his sight barely let out a whimper.

Merely being paid to do a job, they recognized that Curtis was not someone they wanted to mess with. Thus, they opted to slink off quietly into the crowd. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Cillian went up and slung Jessica over his shoulder. “Shall we go now, Mr. Faymon?”

That rubbed Curtis the wrong way. “She’s wearing a skirt. Do you realize how’s that going to look? People in the bar are going to start wondering what we’re doing if you were to carry her out like that. On top of everything else, this is going to cause her to puke later.”

Reflexively turning to check, Cillian saw that lifting Jessica that way was indeed rather inappropriate. He swiftly set her down on the couch and, with some unease, picked her back up in a princess carry.

He was about to run it by Curtis when he saw the latter holding Rayna up and forcing her to walk on her own. That got Cillian thinking as he inexplicably felt something amiss.

“Ugh… My head.” Seemingly in a daze, Rayna was enfeebled and unsteady on her feet. All she felt was that strong hand around her shoulder spurring her forward.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she then cast her groggy eyes over. The person who was holding her seemed to tower way over her. With his lips pursed, he seemed so unapproachable, albeit in a familiar way.

“What are you doing here, you brat?” In those precious few seconds, Rayna mistook him for James and reached out to pinch him in the face. “Didn’t I tell you to go back to school?”

Her intoxication greatly boosted her grip, so much so that it really stung when she tugged at his cheeks.

Curtis was pissed. Never in his life had he ever been pinched in the face like that before. He slapped her hands off and shoved her straight inside the car after he opened the door.

Rayna wriggled her body in protest when she got tossed into the backseat. “Throw me around like that again, and you’re going to get spanked!” she mumbled in disgruntlement.

That left Curtis quite flabbergasted.

“We’ve one more here, Mr. Faymon.” Cillian hurried over with Jessica in his arms with the intention to stick her inside the car too, only to see the sullen-looking Curtis slam the door in his face.

Immediately, Cillian turned and set her inside his own car instead.

As if clocking this much overtime isn’t tiring enough, I’m still being asked to send her back. Boo hoo, freak my life.

The car soared over the asphalt like a bat out of hell. Although the road was even, the suddenness of those rapid braking at traffic lights finally sent Rayna tumbling off her seat.

“How the hell did you manage to earn your driver’s license? Get your act together, brat.” Mildly irked after having to endure that helter-skelter braking for the umpteenth time, Rayna reached over the

backrest to the front and rubbed Curtis’ face between her palms. “We’re going be so screwed if the traffic police were to catch us!”

Twisting his body sideways and out of her grasp, Curtis then regarded her frostily. “Sit back down.”

“You’ve got some nerve trying to tell me what to do!” The cussing Rayna took advantage of the litheness of her body to squeeze through the gap between the front seats.

“What the hell, Rayna?” the man bellowed in surprise while he promptly slowed the car down.

“I-I’m going to monitor you.” Rayna clumsily secured her seatbelt before she regarded him gleefully. “You’re too young to drive and have to be supervised.”

Being aware that she had a brother and judging by the way she has been calling him “brat”, he reckoned that she must have mistaken him for her younger sibling. That only dampened his mood further.

There was nothing more he would have liked than to boot that drunken woman out.

A hard bump felt against the rear of the car threw Rayna’s upper body forward, but the effectiveness of the seat belt yanked her back into the seat. “Hey, watch it,” she fumed.

Swiftly switching lanes, Curtis stole a glance through the rear-view mirror.

A sedan racing a short distance behind them was close enough that he was able to see who was behind the wheel.

Jefferson Hamilton.

Seemingly almost expectant that Curtis was looking back toward him, Jefferson let out a smirk. He then sped up to keep pace with Curtis’ car, increasingly narrowing the gap between them.

Realizing that his counterpart was attempting to force him to a stop, Curtis stepped on the gas. He then gave Cillian a call.

“See that car next to mine? Get rid of him.”

“Yes, Mr. Faymon.”

It did not take long for Cillian to catch up from the position he was maintaining at the rear. While he tailgated Jefferson, he also started honking at the latter non-stop. He also harassed him by ramming into his car’s rear end repeatedly. Curtis seized the opportunity to push his own car onward, taking frequent glances through his rear-view mirror.

Jefferson kept up the chase at first but gradually fell behind as the traffic grew heavier. Finally, he seemed to give up, driving off after he turned the car around at a junction.

“Ugh. Not good. Can’t hold it in anymore.” Rayna suddenly held a hand to her mouth as though she was in extreme discomfort.

An ominous premonition crept over Curtis. He skidded the car to a halt by the roadside, but only in time to see Rayna empty the contents of her stomach onto the car’s mat with aplomb. She even used her sleeve to wipe off her mouth before she leaned back into the seat and fell fast asleep.

A sour putridness began to permeate the insides of the car.

The smell was enough to make Curtis grimace. Realizing the importance of that woman, however, he held his breath and opened up all the windows. Then he resumed driving once more, all the while wishing that he could arrive at his destination as soon as possible.

That same salty expression never left Curtis’s face even upon the car’s arrival below the condominium.

Dragging Rayna off the car, he then patted her on the cheeks. “Which floor?”

“Uh…” Rayna mumbled out a number before she conked out once more. She looked rather ridiculous clinging onto him with her softness pressed up against his arm.

A fiery desire was stoked within Curtis’ body.

“Mr. Faymon.” When Cillian carried Jessica over, his nose twitched as though it caught a whiff of something foul. “There seems to be some smell coming off you, Mr. Faymon. Did this lady throw up?”

Those words did much to smother the embers inside Curtis’ heart as he turned to regard Cillian coldly. “Why is it that Gabriel and you both enjoy talking so much?”

“Oh. Maybe it’s because he and I are cousins,” Cillian replied.

That only compounded Curtis’ exasperation.

After he made their way upstairs and into the house, Curtis unceremoniously ripped Rayna off his arm and chucked her onto the couch. In response, Rayna merely murmured under her breath and adjusted her own position while she resumed her slumber.

Considering that it was the residence of a woman, Cillian was quite apprehensive about wandering around needlessly. Hence, he placed Jessica down on another couch before he slipped out alongside Curtis.

“May I go home now, Mr. Faymon?” Cillian probed cautiously.

I’m dead tired already.

“Go on ahead.” Curtis proceeded to swap keys with him and spoke with a straight face. “Help me get the car cleaned up in the morning when you are able to. Thank you.”

Cillian was left staring mournfully at the set of keys to the Pagani inside his own hands.

Without having to do much, Curtis was already able to pick up on the smell emanating from his suit. Though he was not overtly obsessed with cleanliness, he still found the prospect of carrying that stench all the way home with him a little too daunting. Thus, he took another elevator.

Upon arrival outside Kristie’s condominium, he pressed the doorbell.

Soon, the door was answered by a well-built youth with a healthy tan. Dressed in baggy shorts and a short-sleeved top, he regarded Curtis with an unfriendly demeanor. “What can I do for you at this hour, mister?”

Curtis’ brows reflexively creased up, but he quickly figured out who the youngster was. “Why have you put yourself up here? Haven’t Gabriel already made alternate arrangements for your accommodations?”

Hearing Gabriel being referred to so casually gave James a hint about who the man opposite him was. “Mr. Tylinski did arrange for me to stay in a unit downstairs, but Ms. Winton wouldn’t allow me to leave.”