Devilish Affection [18+]

I held the heavy basket tightly in my hands with two bottles of milk, bread, cheese, bacon, pancake mix, waffle mix, and cereal.

Despite it being fall, the sun was glaring outside and I wanted ice cream but there was not enough money for that. There were no groceries at home, and I couldn't always hold back the hunger until I got to work.

Mom had woken me up this morning with Rhianna's voice downstairs through the speakers. I had a shower and by the time I got downstairs, Tony was fucking my mom on the living room floor and I had simply grabbed my bag and walked out.

The sense of someone watching me crawled up my skin and I glanced over my shoulder to see a beautiful woman picking up a Nutella jar and reading the ingredients.

Nobody ever read the ingredients on a Nurella jar.

Her dark hair was twisted into a neat bun, and she wore a black suit, a pair of black heels, and her red bag on her shoulders as she held an empty basket. She glanced at me, a smile on her face which I returned before looking away.

I couldn't afford to buy fucking Nutella. The white envelope, I had stuffed it under my mattress before walking thirty minutes to the supermarket.

I walked out of the aisle, ignoring her stare on my back. Who the hell was she? I shook my head, remaining quiet and not wanting to act stupid if she said no she hadn't been staring. Heading to the till, I placed all the stuff on the conveyor belt and picked up one of the reusable bags that I hadn't had time to get from the house.

I started packing all the stuff in the back as the man scanned them quickly. "Card or cash?" He questioned, boredom clear in his voice.

"Cash." I said, opening my wallet and giving him thirty dollars from the two hundred I had saved.

I was definitely in a sinking ship. He gave me my change back and my receipt which I shoved into my bag before picking up the big bag and walking out through the automatic doors. It would be a long walk home with the sun glaring on me, but I didn't care. The wind blew through my straight hair as I glanced over my shoulder, feeling someone gaze on me.

The woman watched me, as she held no grocery bags in her hands. I frowned, turning around, ready to walk towards her and ask what the problem was just as someone honked.

I glanced at the five motorbikes who drove towards me and a massive smile appeared on my face as Joe pulled down the bandanna from his face. "What are you doing out here, Kid?" He glanced around. "You're supposed to shop at the local market."

"They ran out of waffle mix."

Andy chuckled from his own bike.

"Come on. I'll give you a ride home." Joe said, and I shook my head, lifting the bag of groceries up, ready to tell him, then had no space on their bikes. "Give that to Andy."

Andy nodded, throwing the stand down on his bike and waiting for me to come towards him. "Come on, I'll carry it."

"You have to promise that you don't drop it, okay?" I said, walking towards his huge Honda bike. I had no idea what type of bike it was other than a Honda. "It's got milk in it, so ride carefully over the bumps."

"Yes, Kid." He rolled his eyes, placing the bag in front of him, and hooking it to his bike. "I'm a 30 year old man who's been riding a bike for fifteen years. I think I know how to make sure everything gets to your house carefully." He chuckled as I grinned.

"Sorry." I smiled as he patted me on the head, ruffling my hair. I rolled my eyes at him before walking towards Joe who had made space for me behind him. I climbed onto the bike, my stomach slightly hurting from the lashes that I had received. They were healing with the antiseptic cream I kept applying.