Page 18 of A Stitch Up


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“Sophie, I can’t let you go to work. It’s not safe. You will have to call work and take some leave,” he says casually over his shoulder to me.

“Cahill, I need to go to work. I need to pay my bills.”

“I have your rent sorted for the next month, and Lauren is ok with you staying with me as Ruairi is keeping her company.”

“You can’t just pay my rent or tell me what to do.”

He turns so quickly and catches my chin between his thumb and finger and looks me dead in the eyes

“Oh, doll, but I can, and I just did. Now don’t push me, Sophie. We are having a nice day, don’t ruin it,” he says in a chilling voice, then lets me go and walks on. I am stunned, scared and shocked. I know I have leave owing from work, but I don’t want to waste it. It seems I don’t have much choice. Can he do this to me? We make it back to his car without another word spoken to each other. It's better this way.

We get in the Range Rover, and I just put my music back on and rest my head on the seat, trying to relax.

“Are we going out for dinner still?” I ask.

“I was hoping to, but I need to go back to the house. Maybe tomorrow night I can get you to meet me there, or for lunch or something. I need you to have a look at the place so you can try to do some advertising for it on social media,” he informs me.

Great, I can retreat to my room when we get home and hide. I will have to call work when I get home too. I notice Cahill is driving a weird way home. We are taking side streets and go around in loops, heading toward the house, then away from it.

“Is everything ok, Cahill? We should have been home ten minutes ago. And you keep driving in loops.” I see a smirk on his lips, but I don’t know why.

“It’s ok, doll, everything is grand. Just want a little longer with you.”

So charming! But I have a feeling he might be lying to me. I try not to overthink it and just relax beside him while listening to the music. I check the wing mirror a few times and have seen the same red car behind us, but I don’t want to overthink that either. It’s probably nothing, most likely it’s just one of Cahill’s men staying with us. We take a turn too sharp, and I slide a little on my seat.

“Are you sure everything is ok? That turn was taken too hard,” I say concerned. I don’t want to be in a car accident.

“Just a little hiccup, doll, nothing to worry about. How about you tell me all about the artist playing now? Have you seen them play?” He replies so cool and calm, yet there is something going on. He is checking his mirrors like crazy. The steering wheel is gripped with white knuckles, and his jaw is clenched so hard that I might be recommending a mouth guard to help with that. Why do I always think about teeth at the most random times?

I keep staring at him because I can’t think straight, and I am little scared. Instead of talking about the artist like he asked me to do, I do what I usually do when I need to relax and sing. “Rockstars” by Kane Brown is playing, and I love this song, so I close my eyes and sing. I am sure I am putting Cahill off, but I need to relax. The next song comes on and I keep singing, we are now listening to Chase Rice, “25 Wexford Street.” It’s a song about when he played in Dublin. It’s one of my favourite songs by him. The song finishes, the music stops, and then I realize the car has stopped too. How long have we been sitting here for? Once I open my eyes, I see we are at home. I am bright red in the face, and Cahill, the dick that he is, is just staring at me with that stupid grin on his face, all smug. I really want to punch the look off his gorgeous face, but I might hurt my hand, and I don’t want that.

“How long have we been stationary?” I ask so shyly. I even hate my own voice right now.

“Not long. I liked your singing and the song. Maybe I should listen to more from him.”

Then he hops out of the Range Rover. I am getting out of the vehicle, but I am so embarrassed. I can’t believe I just sat there and sang to him. I just wanted to relax. I need to find out what is going on. As I make it into the house, I see he is already climbing the stairs. I jog to catch up. I reach him on the top step and grab his arm. “What is going on, Cahill?” I need to know.

“You are going to call your boss and tell him you are taking the month off. Then you are going to have a bath and read. I am going to handle something. I will see you for dinner at seven downstairs. Be a good girl for me. On you go, Sophie.”

I just stare at him. He is giving me orders. A full month off work to stay here. Is he going to kill me? Get rid of me? What is going to happen in a month? I need to see my mam at some point. I do try to see her every couple of months, and I have already left it too late. Why hasn’t she called me? Maybe I should call her? As I am still there staring and thinking. Cahill bends down and kisses me—a weak in the knees kiss.

“Mmm, that will have to get me through till dinner. Now off you go, Sophie. I am more than happy to put you across my knee again before dinner if you wish?”

I jump with a whimper and scatter off to my room, closing my door tight. I am nearly one hundred percent sure that asshole has a smile on his face at my reaction. I shouldn’t want to be across his knee, but I can’t lie and say that I don’t want to be, because I do, badly, I loved it. Maybe another day, with someone else. Not the man who kidnapped me and held me captive.

Uh, I have to call my boss now. I think I will have my bath like Cahill told me, and then ring my boss.

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