The Naughty Cake

Chapter 12

BPOV

He doesn't drive us toward home…well my home… I still didn't know where he lived… shit I don't know anything about him, just his name and baking talent… oh and his bed manners…

But what did his crazy-ass mom say again? His daddy is a CEO of some record studio... and I am after his money… stupid bitch almost attacked me with her claws ready…

Edward still looks like he is ready to kill someone…

"Edward? Uh where are we going… my house is not anywhere near here… it is, I don't know, two hours south of here…"

"I told you I need to cool off… the only way I can do that is at the beach… well there is another way... but I think you might need some rest after last night and facing my mom… I should never have taken you with me… I swear I didn't know she would go all evil on you… I am so sorry for that"Edward's voice sounded sad, so I believed him.

After another half hour riding silently we arrived at a sort of beach house… but no sea… just a big lake… Edward must have seen the confusion in my eyes… because he told me that this is his secret hide-away… his very own private lake in the middle of nowhere. He found it years ago and he used his trust found, that his mother's parents set up for him, to buy it and build the house and make it a little look-a-like beach… it is beautiful I must confess.

So that's how I know more things about him…

- His family owns money.

- He owns this beautiful place.

- And he needs to hide once in a while… but from who?

I decide to check out this place, since Edward was doing something to turn on the electricity and gas. It has two floors… this floor has an open kitchen, country style, with a big living space inclusive a fireplace, oak wood floor and the chairs and couch are dark brown leather, the rest is made of all sorts of woods. It is a real mix and somehow it fits.

I take the stairs and I find myself standing in the hall surrounded by four doors.

Dare I take a look? Yes…

Behind door number one… huh a closet. Well we all need our stuff somewhere don't we.

Behind door number two… ha! A beautiful bathroom… I love it. Again wooden floor and the tub is sort of build in with two steps to get in, candles and bath salt and soap standing around the tub.

Did I tell you I love it?

Behind door number three… his bedroom, simple wooden bed, a closet and two chairs; but a view to kill for looking over his lake into the woods.

Behind door number four… hmmm closed…

I was so into this checking out the place… I totally missed Edward standing by the stairs.

"Like what you see?"

"Fuck… Edward! You scared the hell out of me…" I screamed.

He quickly holds me and gives me a kiss on the nose. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"And yes, I like your hideaway." I smile.

"So are we clear? Can we talk now or do you need more time?"

Edward holds my hand and smiles "Walk with me…"

We walk to his beach and start our walk around his lake… it still sounds stupid in my ears…

"It started with my mom and dad…" Edward sighed "they met when she was just sixteen and he was seventeen… they were on the same school.

Attended most classes together… and started talking because of that…

After six months my father asked my mother out… she told him she wasn't allowed to go out, she had to wait till she was seventeen… he said he would wait for her… and he did… on her seventeenth birthday he asked her out again…she agreed. He took her to the movies and they had fun…"

"After six months they started getting to explore each other more than just kissing and feeling. They waited till her eighteenth birthday for you know…" he rolls his eyes.

"Well something went wrong and his birthday present from him to her was… well me." he smiles wicked and his shoulders go up…

"Needless to say that my grandparents were not happy, even though my father wanted to do the right thing and asked my mom to marry him…

My mom is from old money, my father... well not… and so my grandpa told my father that he would not allow his only daughter to marry a nobody and gave him one hundred thousand dollars to go away and to leave his daughter in her parents care.

My dad was so angry and hurt, but my mom told him to go and take the money she would follow him soon, when the dust cleared.

Well she never did. Her parents talked her into staying, they changed her mind… I never got a good answer why."

"After waiting for four years my dad gave up and tried to move on. He already made a name in the music industry playing guitar, piano and opening his own label for new upcoming musicians. He eventually married a sweet girl but they couldn't have children. So I remain his only child.

He tried to get custody or part of it but well money rules and he didn't had much back then…"

"That is why they hate each other now because she kept me away from him. He so wanted to be a part of my life and all he got was a picture once in a while send by my grandma, she felt guilty after some time. She saw him fight for me and that told her about his love for me and once her daughter."

"My mom didn't tell me his name until I was sixteen years old. I demanded answers; I needed to know who I was so she told me the story and his name. I googled him and called him. He was so happy to finally hear something from me so in these last seven years we got to know each other real well" for the first time in a while Edward smiled at a memory.

"My mom isn't happy with that. And as you found out she thinks everybody is after money in her mind because of my dad he took the money and went away."

"But she told him to…" I say confused.

"Yes, she did. But she never thought that it would cost her their relationship and that kills her inside."

"That's why I got so angry. I know you don't know me as 'the son of…' but as Edward the cool baker."

"I own the bakery. I paid for it myself not her and not his money. It's mine and I am very proud of it. I try not to get know as their son just to get things done. I want people to know me as me, a hard working baker who might or might not have famous/rich parents to help him." he tells me with full passion.