CHAPTER 13

CAST CLUB

Afterward Annabelle and Sam went to the kitchen for ice cream. They found Chef Yunoku with a few assistants baking chocolate chip, blueberry and banana muffins.

‘Chef Yunoku!’ the girls smiled hopping onto the stool beside the aisle.

Yunoku smiled, ‘Hi, girls! Hold on a minute,’ giving another chef taking over the batter-making before approaching them with a platter with three chocolate smoothies and unlimited amount of muffins. ‘Hope you’re up for a tasty treat this afternoon.’

‘It’s just what we need, chef,’ Annabelle sighed and Sam followed.

Yunoku furrowed his eyebrows worriedly, ‘What’s wrong girls? Didn’t you enjoy the party? Was it the food?’

‘Oh no, chef, it wasn’t the food we love it actually. Our friends couldn’t stop talking about it,’ Sam smiled.

Yunoku smiled in thought, ‘I knew it’ and asked, ‘Then why the sad faces, girls?’

‘My boyfriend, Drew Parker dumped his girlfriend Talia through a text message for me. I was only joking when I told him I like you I never he take it seriously, I prefer him as my best friend,’ Annabelle frowned.

‘I warned you, didn’t I?’ Sam raised her eyebrow at her cousin who ruffled her hair.

‘I know, I know you that for the billionth time, Sam. But you got it worse than me,’ Annabelle cried.

Yunoku faced Sam who shyly looked away embarrassed, ‘What happen?’

‘His brother, Anderson admits to cheating on me. He never had like dating strong-headed girls,’ Sam blurted out.

Yunoku’s eyes widened, ‘Wow…’ He thought, ‘They’re just ten and eight; and they’re already facing puppy love problems,’ watching them stir in their straw in their smoothie before drinking feeling refresh a bit.

‘What do we do now, chef?’ Sam asked.

‘I can’t go back to school with ignorant fools judging me,’ Annabelle added with a sigh sinking her teeth into a blueberry muffin as she smiled. ‘It’s really good, chef.’

‘Thanks, just keep your heads up girls. Annabelle, tell Drew it was a joke and go back to his girlfriend. Sam, you’re a beautiful and I’m sure that Anderson, boy will regret it someday; just wait the right boy will come your way,’ Yunoku answered watching them burst into tears as they hugged him.

‘Thank you, chef, I will,’ Annabelle answered.

Sam wiped her tears and smiled, ‘You’re cool you know that.’

‘I know, now, drink up ladies, smile and go to bed, I have work to get done,’ Yunoku answered.

‘We aren’t toddlers, chef,’ Annabelle smirked sipping her chocolate smoothie.

‘I think we’ll watch a movie, it’s only three, let’s go, Belle,’ Sam smiled getting off the stool with the tray of goodies.

‘Aren’t you going to leave some for me?’ Yunoku asked.

Annabelle and Sam smiled back giggling, ‘Nope!’ before they left to watch a movie.

‘I like him, Sam,’ Annabelle muttered.

‘Me too, Belle,’ Sam smiled; since they developed a small crush on Chef Yunoku.

Caramella was upstairs in her bedroom. She stripped off her dress leaving only her white lingerie dress on, she walked barefoot with a bottle of vodka. Drink after drink, destroying everything in her room.

‘I can’t fall for him, I just can’t,’ Caramella frowned. ‘I need to avenge Maria. Suyu! Where are Stephen and Pique?’

Suyu activated under voice command and it checked the location of the trackers she implanted into their bodies.

‘At an underground night club called Cast. It’s beneath the grocery mall called Massive; own by a Chinese investor named Hong Lu Ken who supplies them government and construction companies with steel,’ she confirmed.

Caramella smirked, ‘Set the alarm for nine, we’re going to a party.’

‘Okay, Caramella,’ Suyu replied setting the alarm before deactivating herself until nine.

Caramella kicked the ceiling chained boxing bag repeatedly, ‘I won’t stop until all the Organist and their associates are extinct from this earth’ and kicked if again strong which caused it swayed away forcefully back as she turned as it came forth hitting her throwing her body into the long glass frame photo of favourite football player, Rolando.

She heard the glass shattered, ‘Ah!’ as she fell on the ground knocked out, bleeding on the cold broken piece glass on the floor.

When Christiano came up from his bathroom with a towel tied around waist; instinctively looked at the monitors his breathing paused as he yelled, ‘Caramella!’ as he saw Caramella falling unconsciously before hitting floor lying in the fragments of glass bleeding in her room. He ran out of his room with gun heading down the hall before bursting into her room; aiming his gun; scanning the place there no one accept a swinging punching bag and broken frame of Rolando’s picture.

Christiano raced over her and pick her up carrying her bridal style, ‘How did this happen to you?’ He asked got to the conclusion, ‘That boxing bag swung into her, it’s never wise to your back on your opposite, Caramella,’ he muttered resting his face against hers and felt that she was breathing a sigh relief swept over him like a cool breeze. ‘At least you’re alive, princess,’ he said worriedly before kissing her lips as he smiled laying her the bed.

He founded the First Aid Kit in bathroom behind the mirror had a shelf her personal tooth brush, tooth paste, shampoos, conditions, creams, scented soaps, bubble baths and many other stuffs. Christiano went back into her room before started cleaning the small cuts on her arms, right cheek before trailing down her thighs and legs which made him gulped touching her skin aroused him. He pulled his self away trying to him calm down, ‘I need to get done with this before I ended up doing something to her,’ he continued once finish he plastered it and covered her with the bedcovers. About to get up, he felt something grabbed his wrist as he looked back; she was staring at him thankful.

‘Thank you,’ Caramella smiled.

He was awestruck and said nothing but smile softly at her, ‘Do you need anything?’

‘Just you,’ Caramella answered pulling him down with little strength.

Christiano laid down beside her beneath the bedcovers placing his arm around her and she snuggled closer.

‘You’re cold, did you just take shower?’ Caramella asked looking at his wet hair.

‘Yeah, I didn’t have time to change I came straight over when I saw you falling on the monitors,’ Christiano smiled.

‘I’m glad you did,’ Caramella replied gently.

Suddenly, Christiano remembered when he first arrived in Caramella’s Palace on her property. He, Dustin, Yunoku and Lucas had stumbled upon some booty traps which caused explosions like a land mine field in the forest that was where the hidden entrance was sealed; to get Caramella’s secret room (ammo area).

They wondered, ‘What kind of woman are we protecting?’

The guys didn’t know that their bosses’ daughter was a hit-woman nicknamed, Alicia. Doing the topography x-ray solid scan realised there a heat wave camp beneath the palaces. It was a sign of dangerous weapon. They had wired the entire place with cameras, sound recorders, motion sensors but nothing caught Caramella doing something strange. For she was aware of their presence pretending she didn’t know anything. She knew parents’ logo was shown on their suits if it wasn’t for that she would have killed them. She had camera in all sorts of places; everywhere on the property and inside the palace. She embedded tiny cameras in the soil. She overheard them talking about her in the forest. She played along with them.

Lucas added, ‘I think we’re guarding a criminal.’

‘We couldn’t have guarded the queen instead,’ Dustin added.

‘I don’t care as long as I’m getting paid,’ Yunoku said.

Christiano laughed, ‘Agreed, we’ll just have to brace for what devastate that’s about to happen.’

But he knew guarding this woman meant trouble and they needed to be prepared for it.

‘I have a feeling Caramella is in trouble,’ he told them and they knew it. He was always right about his hunches. Caramella didn’t bother to check the forest; she knew the guys were there. What concerned her was Stephen and Pique who was looking for her; but only at night she wanted to be found surprising them. He snapped out of the memory caressing hair and asked seriously, ‘Caramella, are you in trouble?’

Caramella lifted her head to meet his gaze and lied, ‘Not that I know of.’

‘Are you sure? The men and I can help you,’ Christiano assured.

Caramella kissed his lips, he was surprised by her actions as she replied, ‘Yes, Christiano and there’s no need for that because I have no enemies.’

He didn’t believe her but pretended he did, ‘Okay, but if you are, I’ll come to you.’

‘I’ll keep it in mind,’ Caramella responded placing her hand on his cheek.

Christiano blinked and asked, ‘What do you want? And what are you thinking about?’

‘Nothing,’ Caramella said simply with a smirk.

Christiano simpered, ‘You’re lying to me and I don’t like it, princess.’

‘Is it not okay not want something, is it not okay to stop thinking in the moment?’ Caramella asked.

Christiano understood what she meant but his body wasn’t complying it as he thought, ‘Control yourself Santos, she doesn’t want me like the way I want her’ and answered, ‘Yeah, but if you started feeling like you need it and thought about it in the moment; wouldn’t you want to have it?’

‘Is that how you feel right now?’ Caramella smirked as he held her closer before implanting a small kiss on her lips pulling back slowly staring at her eyes with blinking.

Christiano simpered, ‘Yes…’ He saw her smile mischievously before turning back on him as he frowned, ‘Are you running away, princess?’

‘It’s better to stay in your arms and then to have you locked in me,’ Caramella answered blushing.

Christiano saw her right cheek turned pinkish and grew a bit puffy. ‘She’s smiling,’ he thought smirking and added, ‘As long as you are by my side it doesn’t matter where I am in you.’

‘Mmm…tell something about you, you already know everything about me,’ Caramella answered trying to change the intimate topic.

‘Like what? Like the fact that I like you and don’t want anyone else with you,’ Christiano pointed out.

Even though her back was facing him Caramella couldn’t stop blushing and resisting the urge to make love with him. She shook her head and answered, ‘Beside that, I mean what’s your family like? What do your mother and father do? How many siblings to do you have? What are your values in life? What’s your favourite meal? Things like that, Christiano.’

Christiano replied, ‘Pretty serious aren’t you?’ he smelt her hair; it was like an garden of vanilla.

‘Yes I am, it’s only fair to share, Christiano, when you know so much about my life; break up and job,’ Caramella pointed out.

Christiano nodded in thought, ‘I doubt I know everything about you’ and answered, ‘Okay, my family is great. My mother and father managed a well known bakery in Portugal called Santos. I have two older sisters and a brother. I like the colour green, pet dog’s name is Oreo. My favourite meal would be Italian pizza and chocolate cake. I eat pretty much healthy you know, I kind of like football more than cricket. My values are living life to the fullest without giving up and marrying a Christian faith woman; I want five children at most; it depends on my future wife though and maybe doing a charity company that provide a opportunity for children in the sports field; most likely football for both boys and girls.’

‘Wow, you’re drafted a lot for your future,’ Caramella commented interestedly.

Christiano sighed, ‘Yeah, it is but I doubt it won’t happen; I’m a full time bodyguard to you and your troubles.’

‘Ha, so what? It doesn’t mean you can’t quit and seek the life you want,’ Caramella retorted.

He felt the hurt in her voice and sighed, ‘But the thing is I’ve already found what I need in life.’

‘And what’s that, Christiano?’ Caramella asked facing him.

Christiano looked at her sincerely; ‘You’ and he watched her astounded face broaden with a smile.

‘Stop teasing me and go to sleep already,’ Caramella laughed.

Christiano frowned in thought, ‘She never takes things seriously. Maybe she’s afraid to dive in deep’ and then sighed rolling his eye. ‘Alright, goodnight, princess,’ he said rolling onto his side facing the balcony windowpane.

‘Goodnight, Christiano,’ Caramella answered softly; squeezing the white sheets in her hand looking at his bare back. Without any control over her body; her finger lightly danced on his skin as she felt tingling sensation run through her spine. Before she knew it, Christiano rolled over her lustfully spreading her legs apart kneeing between them.

‘I need you, Caramella,’ Christiano said pinning down her arms kissing her forcefully.

Caramella lost the urge to fight back as she felt his grasp loosen on her arms, she escape it wrapping them around his neck and her legs around waist. He lifted her up to sit on him as they made out.

‘I need you too, Christiano,’ she answered unaware of the consequences in the heated moment.

Striping off all her clothes and said, ‘I have condoms in my mirror shelf,’ ripping off his towel she couldn’t peel her eyes away as she smiled.

‘Always prepared, princess,’ Christiano smirked walking over the bathroom before returning with it sliding the rubber over his member. Crawling under the bedcovers his hands traveled over getting an entire detour of her body.

‘You never know what it’s going to happen,’ Caramella teased as he started trailing kisses down her neck before he covered themselves beneath the bedcovers.

Christiano smiled, ‘I love the way you think, princess’ accessing the entrance to her canal fitting himself slowly in before they made love nor stop until they were satisfied.

Minutes later, it was twelve midnight, Christiano was fast asleep. Sore or not, Caramella’s appointment to Cast Club was for nine; but a good distraction mended her broken heart and fueled her with confidence and courage; wearing her custom bullet, and fire proof invisible camouflage suit with her favourite guns, blades, explosive, EMP and gas devices.

She smiled at him before kissing his lips, ‘Bye, my love’ and she exited her room quietly. ‘Suyu is Cast still open.’

‘Yes, it’s an all nighters’ thing, Caramella,’ Suyu activated. ‘I thought we’re going at nine.’

‘Something important came up,’ Caramella blushed remembering all the scenes in her thoughts she breathed.

Suyu had full control of the mansion and she saw what exactly happen, ‘Uh huh, shagging that hot bodyguard of yours, that’s what happen,’ she laughed in her programmed jokingly sarcastic British accent.

‘I’ll disenable you, if you don’t keep your tech eyes to yourself,’ Caramella warned.

Suyu stopped and answered, ‘You won’t, let’s focus on the mission. Stephen and Pique are still at the club tangled with prostitutes. Also forgot to mention the night club is divided in three parts; the second floor is for prostitutes and the third is an operating room with tunnel leading to a nearby airport.’

‘I should have known,’ Caramella frowned. ‘Give me a blueprint of the building.’

Suyu replied, ‘Okay’ and sent the map of the club to her suit.

As Caramella opened her hand it showed through a hologram of the place and fifty individuals partying the club. Suddenly, she heard someone footsteps approaching her was about to hop out the window. She saw Annabelle was heading to the bathroom paused looking at her.

‘Aunt Caramella?’ She questioned confusingly with sleepy eyes.

Caramella used index finger placing it on her lips silently to shush her up before pointing at her phone and sent a message.

Annabelle! Don’t tell anyone promise me.

Annabelle nodded and sent a text.

I promise Aunt Caramella. Are you a secret agent or something?

And she watched her smiled before leaping out the window.

Caramella activated her invisibility when Annabelle rushed to the window to look out and she realised she was gone. But Caramella wasn’t she just hanging up from a rope beside the window as she watched left. Before she climbed dodging the motion sensors and turned on her jet wings before flying off to Massive Grocery Mall. When she arrived at the location her outfit changed into a black leather suit. Her hair was blonde gold pixie cut as her eyes changed green. She spotted three women with a two men going around the corner following them. A combination was dial on the wall before pavement shifted aside as they walked down the staircase. Before it closes, Caramella spotted another group of men and women laughing heading the same direction blending in among she wrapped her arm around a guy’s shoulder and he looked at her surprisingly interested in whatever he thought she had to offer. Since two minds don’t really think alike; she smirked kissing his cheek placing a tracking device in his skin while summarising the combination numbers on the wall before it vanished. As soon as the pavement opened she followed them inside. Electronic Pop & Reggaeton music, bright colourful lights, and sweaty drunks: men and women grind and dance in pleasure making out lost in ecstasy. They left the first floor descending into the second floor; it was like a strip club with prostitutes; naked or covered the satisfied their owners. Stephen and Pique were among their clients; Caramella instantly was pissed off by the sight of them as she head over with group with a seclude area. Laughter, sex, alcohol, games were the highlight of the table. She avoided every gesture of the guy, excusing to get a drink when she felt a hand smacked her butt turning to glare at the culprit she realising it was Pique, who racked her body from head to toe licking his lips.

‘Getting lonely without someone to company you, sweetheart,’ Pique asked.

‘I came with friends, excuse me,’ Caramella frowned facing the bartender. ‘I’ll have an Exotic Martini.’

He nodded, ‘Coming right up’ and got to work making the drink.

‘Pique?’ that familiar voice cracked every nerve in her body she glanced and realised it was Stephen, who was approaching them. ‘Who’s your friend?’

‘We’re just getting to know each other,’ Pique smirked.

‘What’s your name, beautiful?’ Stephen asked flirtatiously.

Caramella looked at them shaking her head in thought, ‘I get to feed two birds with one poisoned cracker. It makes my job easier’ and smiled wrapping her arms around his neck and answered, ‘I’m Ecstasy.’

‘Ecstasy you are, your name reflects your beauty. I’m Stephen, you’ve met Pique,’ Stephen replied licking his lips as she blushed and he loved it.

Pique frowned in thought, ‘Why does he always get the girl I want?’ before added, ‘If you interested why don’t we get a private room and have fun, Ecstasy.’

Caramella thought, ‘Dirty thinking never escapes his life, of course look where we are, it will be the last sight they ever see tonight’ and smirked, ‘I love the sound of that.’

‘Here’s your Exotic Martini, Miss,’ the bartender said and she drank it full.

Caramella smiled, ‘Thanks’ and left with Stephen and Pique entering a secluded soundproof room; as soon as she closed the door behind them; facing their backs. She spotted the bed and handcuffs; which will be to her advantage. ‘Undress for me and I want us to take it nice and slow,’ she said and they eagerly undressed. She unzipped her suit at the chest revealing her cleavage.

‘We’re leaving you in charge of this, Ecstasy,’ Stephen laughed.

‘She’s a professional,’ Pique commented.

‘I am,’ Caramella smirked, ‘Now get me handcuffs and let our journey begin.’

Stephen quickly gave it to her and she smiled in thought, ‘The journey of no return.’

With nothing she led on them, handcuffing Stephen to the bed bars.

‘Are blowjobs are your specialty?’ He asked.

Caramella held his phallus one hand and replied, ‘Not quite but I’ll blow your mind away.’

While Pique came up behind her and asked, ‘Why don’t you get rid of that suit of yours? We want to see the gold you have underneath it,’ kissing down her neck.

‘I’ll give it to you,’ Caramella smirked before he knew it she elbowed in him face roughly and kicked him in his member.

‘What the hell woman?’ Pique shouted without waiting any further she pulled out her gun shooting him the arms, chest, shoulder and head as he fell back onto the ground dead.

Stephen jumped as she squeezed his phallus as cried in agony, ‘I’m begging you stop! Stop, ah….please..who are you and why you doing this?’

‘Why I’m doing this? You should know it Stephen,’ Caramella shot him in the arms.

He screamed, ‘Ah…I don’t know what you’re talking up!’ and then she shot his legs as the agony continues as he gritted his teeth bitterly.

‘You and Your friend here raped my sister and what you’ll feel if it tastes the pain she felt,’ Caramella smirked wickedly gently rubbing his member holding it straight and shooting the tip of his penis.

The pain was irresistible as he tossed and turned in discomfort crying and cursing before glaring at her, ‘Just kill me already! Why waste your time?’

‘Because torturing you is worth my time,’ Caramella answered changing her voice to Elian.

‘Elian? Why? I loved you,’ Stephen replied earning a slap of the face with the gun.

‘I didn’t, who ordered you to kill Maria Williamston?’ Caramella frowned resting her knee on his stomach before piercing a dagger through it slowly deepening the wound then shifting it his shoulders; doing the same thing.

Stephen cried out, ‘I’m just a puppet in Organist. Ray Martinez was one who assigned our task.’

‘The Spanish billionaire?’ Caramella questioned. ‘That’s doesn’t make sense, are you telling me the truth?’ sliding the blade of the dagger against his nibbles as winced in pain.

Stephen yelled, ‘Yes, yes, stop! His father Tino and his unknown partner, Amston runs Organist; their main quarters are in Spain. I’ve also heard Ray was supposed to murder his fiancé, Caramella Williamston of Williamston Hotel Enterprise but he loved her so much that he paid Tino a lot of money to spot from ruining his relationship with the young heiress.’

‘Stephen, thank you for telling me the truth,’ Caramella replied.

Stephen asked in shaky voice, ‘Are you going to let me live?’

Caramella smirked stubbing the dagger through his heart as he coughed out blood before shooting him beneath his chin as the bullet pierce through head, ‘Of course not,’ she walked away from their dead bodies; reloading her guns before she left the room heading down the staircase into the third floor. Dead bodies everywhere; drugged women being gang rape; the sight of naked men turned into animals disgusted as she stepped on the tiled floor loud enough for them to face her with smug looks on their face as she deviously chuckled, ‘Let’s play boys!’

Coming after her like stampeded she fought them and shot all them dead; before leaving a blood nest behind; and made the women escaped through a back door into a tunnel and set the bomb in place left.

‘Suyu light some fireworks in the club!’ Caramella commanded.

Suyu replied, ‘You’re not far enough.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make it out just do it, Suyu!’ Caramella yelled.

Suyu sighed, ‘Okay’ and then activated the bomb causing it to explode.

Without looking back Caramella felt the fire blowing up after like flame of smoke as she climbed the manhole running as loud sound of boom. Destroy the entire Massive Grocery Mall sinking it as crumbles to the ground.

‘That was close,’ Caramella panted and realised there was vehicle nearby. ‘I need a ride to the game arcade’ and activated the steel glove before punching the car driver’s window and saw that it was electronic. ‘Suyu hack this car and get me to Ace’s Game Arcade.’

‘I’ve already done it get in,’ Suyu answered.

Caramella slide into the driver’s seat, ‘Thanks’ and Suyu started up it before driving off to Ace’s Game Arcade. As soon as they arrived; Caramella went inside Suyu had already given access to the camera tracking the room where they held hostages. Walking through the front door was never easy; all eyes; furious and hopeful look her away.

‘You just found yourself in deep trouble, girl,’ one of the men said over the background of agonising screaming.

Caramella smiled, ‘Not really’ and quickly shooting down the men before they could drew out their weapon. Once all were dead; the hostages stared at her shockingly, ‘What are you waiting get the heck out of here!’ they scattered running out the door as she followed them out before they stopped by another set of men.

‘And where do you think you’re going too?’ someone asked.

Caramella walked through the hostages and said, ‘Home’ she shot him and others; as they ran exit the game store. She got in the car as Suyu drove away, out on the road looking for a clear path; she found one and just out the car ordering Suyu to crack. She ran across the road onto the pavement; looking over the bridge before looking ahead of her, ‘I’ve along way to go, Suyu activated invisibility’ and immediately she blended into the scenery. Watching back Caramella spotted a motorcyclist her way, she sprint before hopping behind him; the rider look back and saw no; shaking his head before turning her corner as she leaped off. Rolling on the ground in pain, ‘Ah! I need to upgrade this suit to brace for impacts’ and she lifted the manhole; climbing down placing back in place and she hopping her bike and road to the mansion. Taking an elevator up into her ammo room and Suyu switched on the monitors and she found Christiano still laying her bed comfortably and she smiled before looking at the time. It was two o’clock, she quickly dressed in the same pajamas walking out of her bathroom; sneaking into the bed cuddling closer to him and she held his arm tighter around her waist. ‘Is he awake?’ she thought.

‘Where have you been troublemaker?’ Christiano asked; he was awake.

Caramella lied, ‘I was the bathroom my period shown up.’

‘Okay, whatever you say,’ Christiano stared down at her as she shyly look away. He kissed her forehead, ‘Next time I’m going with you.’

Caramella blushed, ‘That’s what you think’ and kissed lips as he laughed about getting up as she pulled him back to bed. ‘And where do you think you’re going too?’

‘I have to assess surveillance data, remember I’m working,’ Christiano reminded her.

Caramella pouted, ‘But just got here and we haven’t even had an earlier snack yet.’

‘And you said were in the bathroom,’ Christiano chuckled smiling.

Caramella hopped over him pinning on the bed, ‘It doesn’t matter,’ before kissing him sweetly as her behind and rocking back and forth on his hip.

‘It does to me, princess,’ Christiano spoke between her lips as she smiled and before they knew it their bodies talk and made love all morning long.

Hours later, Lionel buzzed the door bell. Yunoku who was bringing cookies and milk for the girls plated the tray on the stand with the flowers before opening the front door. He analyzed the well dress man in thought, ‘Must be well known,’ before he smiled.

‘Hi! I’m Lionel, I don’t we’ve met yet. Is Caramella in?’ He asked.

‘No we haven’t. I’m her head chef, Yunoku, nice to meet you,’ Yunoku said as Dustin came by.

‘Yunoku! The girls are waiting on you. Oh? Hello,’ Dustin mentioned.

‘Hi!’ Lionel smiled and it was a bit awkward before Christiano walked in.

‘Lionel! Hey, what brings you here?’ He asked and their eyes were facing him.

‘You guys know each other?’ Yunoku asked.

Christiano nodded, ‘He’s a friend of Caramella’ and Lucas came in with Caramella who looked at her front door she was surprised when she saw Lionel holding roses.

‘Lionel!’ Caramella yelled cheerfully; running through the guys and him and that made Christiano, Yunoku and Dustin jealous furiously. ‘Are those for me?’ She looked at the beautiful roses.

Lionel smiled, ‘Yes, they are. I was wondering if you like to have coffee with me.’

‘I would love too. I haven’t you seen you for a while,’ Caramella frowned.

Lionel laughed and poking her cheeks, ‘Yeah right, didn’t we finger-paint with Christiano?’

‘Finger-paint?’ Yunoku, Lucas and Dustin faced Christiano who blushed.

He added, ‘Long story guys I’ll tell you later’ and they nodded.

‘Yeah, we did it was so much fun. We should all try together, Annabelle, Sam, Sandra and Amelia will love it too,’ Caramella smiled.

‘I’m sure they will. Are you going to go dress like that?’ Lionel asked; she wasn’t wearing an appointment outfit.

Caramella blushed embarrassedly, ‘Of course not, come on in,’ she held his hand directing to the kitchen. ‘Yunoku will make you anything you like; I’ll go and get dress.’

‘I’m Chaperoning this date!’ Christiano warned and watched ran up the stairs.

Caramella laughed, ‘Do whatever you like Christiano!’

Yunoku looked at Lionel and asked, ‘Coffee, Ice Tea or Milk?’

‘Ice Tea would be great, thanks,’ Lionel answered.

Yunoku nodded, ‘I’ll be back with it in a second’ and walked to the kitchen.

Sandra and Amelia entered the kitchen and found the guys.

‘Lionel?’ Sandra smiled and hugged him. ‘How are you?’

‘Dustin did you tell Yunoku about the cookies and milk for the girls?’ Amelia asked.

Lionel smiled, ‘I’m fine, Sandra. How about you? I see you’re looking amazing.’

‘Not yet I’ll tell him now,’ Dustin said to Amelia nodded and then ran over to the kitchen.

‘Thank you, I’m great. Are you taking Caramella on a date?’ Sandra asked.

Lionel smirked, ‘It’s just coffee; Christiano is our chaperone.’

‘That’s cute,’ Sandra laughed. ‘Anyways have fun, guys and may the best man with the girl’s heart,’ she teased as they watched her shaking their heads with a smile.

Upstairs in her room; Caramella grabbed a long sleeve summer blouse, white jeans and flats. She changed into them before brushing her hair into a ponytail.

Looking the mirror she smiled, ‘Perfect!’ and then she grabbed her shoulder strap purse with phone and money.

Caramella left her room heading downstairs as all faces to her direction as she smiled, ‘Ready to go?’

‘Yes,’ Christiano and Lionel answered before glaring at each other and covered with a laugh.