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Not again, I chanted in my head.Not until I’ve got what I want.
They all wanted me to have the CEO position. Part of me knew it came from a place of guilt, but a more logical, wary woman inside me told me to wait it out.
I’d know their true intentions after I’d taken the position. They could backstab me anytime. They might just be biding their time, waiting for the opportunity to find my weaknesses.
A shuddering breath escaped me.
I hated how my mind worked. I couldn’t stop suspecting them even after they swore to give me everything.
Heading into the section selling fresh fruits and vegetables, I distracted myself by randomly throwing stuff into my cart.
It was a while before I noticed Corey and Caleb’s absence.
Walking around the aisles, I looked for the two men who’d enthusiastically gone in search of pudding cups. About ten minutes later, I found them in the section selling bread and pastries.
Relief washed over me.
Wheeling my cart, I headed toward them.
“We need to buy cream and jam for these scones,” I heard Caleb instruct Corey in a serious tone. “Go back over there and find them or it’ll be a waste buying them.”
My gaze fell on the cart next to Caleb. It was already ridiculously piled up with stuff.
“You’re seriously buying all this crap?” I asked, raising my brows at Caleb who was throwing packets of croissants into the cart.
“We have preferences, you know,” said Caleb. “Our cook rarely lets us have any of this stuff.”
“These croissants are about to go bad,” I said, picking up the package on top of the heap. “They’re all stale.”
“Hey!” Caleb protested as I put the bags back on the shelf. “I want those.”
“We came in here to buy carrots and wine, not a load of crap,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the pastry shelf.
“But I want them,” he whined.
“Sheesh! I’ll buy you better ones at a proper bakery.”
“But I wantthose, Milla.”
Corey appeared on the scene with arms full of jam jars.
“What are you going to do with all of those?” I asked, growing steadily exasperated.
“You never know what might go well with the scones.”
“We’re not buying any of this stuff,” I said, feeling my frustration rise. “We can always go to a nice bakery to buy this stuff. Supermarket stuff doesn’t taste as good as a restaurant or bakery’s.”
Corey looked over at Caleb with an alarmed expression.
Caleb moved closer to him. Leaning into his ear, he whispered, “We’ll come back here later.”
I stared at them.
Corey and Caleb Amhurst were acting like toddlers at a supermarket! The only difference between them and a five-year-old right now was that they had the money to buy every ridiculous thing on offer here.
“Have you guysnevershopped in a supermarket?” I asked, rounding on them.
“Nope. Never needed to,” said Corey with a shrug. “We always had someone doing the shopping for us.”
