When we all arrived at the bakery, the first thing I noticed was three fancy-looking sports cars, the front being a Ferrari. "Who's here?" I wondered aloud.

"Beats me," Marcia shrugged. "But I bet that your sister has something to do with this."

"I'll say," I said as we all piled out of the limo. "There's only one way to find out." I led my friends and uncle into the dining area and was surprised to see my mother looking royally pissed off, glaring at the rather scantily-clad Samantha and Bernice, who were smiling sheepishly. Grandma Mauretta and Grandpa Hezekiah were also glaring at Bernice, the latter holding what looked like a folder of documents.

But among them were a rather regal-looking elderly couple, the woman tastefully dressed in what looked like Gucci and the man in a tailored suit. Next to him was a brunette, athletic man with the most piercing green eyes who looked rather uncomfortable. But the most striking of all was a handsome, powerfully-looking young man dressed in a blue dress shirt that hugged his muscular upper body like a glove and dark blue slacks that accentuated his firm ass. He gave me a leering smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw my confused stare.

I recognized him at once. "What the hell are Armand Saint Croix and his family doing here?" I asked.

"Ask your sister," Momma said.

I turned to the dynamically-dimwitted duo. "What the hell did you do?" I asked.

"Uh, Jarvis! Hi! How were your finals?!" Samantha asked too cheerily. "And Marcia and Clarissa, you two look radiant today."

"Miss Thing, my friend asked you a question," Janelle said.

"Ah, Janelle and Yavier. You both look styling," Bernice said, giving them a bright smile, sounding way too sugary sweet.

"Bernice!"

My sister sighed. "All right, I'll cut to the chase," she said. "Jarvis, you won't believe the funniest story."

"Like 'ha-ha' funny or 'I'm going to be screwed' funny?" I asked.

"Well, it's a bit of both, really. While you were getting ready for finals, Sammy and I were on a trip to Beverly Hills and decided to do some clubbing at Mr. Saint Croix's hotspot Flame. They had a casino and we were already loaded with Sammy girl's five-thousand dollar allowance. But like that, we had gambled it all away in like, twenty minutes tops."

"But we wanted to keep the party going," Samantha added. "So we decided to put the mortgages for the house and the bakery on the line as well as your college fund, Momma's pension Daddy left her, and Grandma and Grandpa's retirement savings. But like that, we lost all of that and then some."

My eyes bulged out of their sockets. "You blew away nearly a million in our savings on gambling?" I exclaimed in anger. There went my chance to go to college in New York City. There went Momma's nest egg. And there went our home and bakery! "What the hell, Bernice?! Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"That's what I asked her," Momma said. "But she also did something else that brought the Saint Croix family here."

"She and her friend Samantha Reece also stole nearly $10 million from our accounts," the brunette-haired gentleman said firmly. "Apparently, they're also cyber-criminals."

"But it was all for a good cause," Bernice said. "I needed to replace what I stole from them, but we were caught." She let out a fettered laugh.

"But I'm willing to forgive the debt," Armand said smoothly in a decadent voice. "All I ask is for a hand in marriage to a virgin."

I snorted. "Like Samantha and my sisters are virgins," I drawled. "They put out to a lot of guys I can't count that high. And Momma was already engaged to Uncle Daniel and Grandpa and Grandma have each other so that leaves-"

Suddenly it was as clear as day. There was only one virgin left in this family. "Oh hell no!" I said. "You mean that I am going to be married to him?!"

"Jackpot!" Armand said delightfully. "You will be my forever Sub, my sweet chocolate rose. And if you want the family business to be saved, you will marry me."

I couldn't believe it. I looked at my friends who were as shocked as I was. I was sold to the world's biggest gay playboy to save the bakery. "Momma, can I kill my sister?" was all I could get out before passing out onto the floor.