Prophecy, p.1
Sweet Moves, page 1
Sweet Moves
The Sweet Series
Alison L Robson
Published by Alison L Robson, 2022.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
SWEET MOVES
First edition. April 19, 2022.
Copyright © 2022 Alison L Robson.
ISBN: 979-8201419929
Written by Alison L Robson.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Chapter eighteen
Chapter nineteen
Chapter twenty
Chapter twenty-one
Chapter twenty-two
Chapter twenty-three
Chapter twenty-four
Chapter twenty-five
Chapter twenty-six
Chapter twenty-seven
Chapter twenty-eight
Chapter twenty-nine
Chapter thirty
Chapter thirty-one
Sign up for Alison L Robson's Mailing List
Further Reading: Ageless
Also By Alison L Robson
About the Author
To My Darling Kay-Kay,
My light, my darkness, my everything. I love you more than words.
Chapter one
AS I STARED UP AT THE beautiful house in front of me, I knew this wasn’t going to end well. Not for me anyway. Leela was standing beside me and her grin spread across her entire face. She clapped her hands excitedly in front of her and grabbed hold of my hand. Leela practically skipped up the front path and stopped at the front door. She stood, grinning, waiting for me to get the keys out of my handbag, excited like a kid on Christmas morning.
If you haven’t noticed, I didn’t share Leela’s glee. Unlike her, I knew what this was going to cost me and I wasn’t sure if I could pay up.
My name is Jen Sweet and Leela is my younger sister. She’s twenty-six and I am twenty-eight. We look a lot alike. We are both in the middle range of five-foot something, have similar facial features, and we both have long blonde hair. Leela’s hair is curly though, aka SJP as Carrie Bradshaw, and mine is straighter like Reese Witherspoon’s in Legally Blonde. The other difference is that, even though we are both slim, Leela is fit. She loves a good workout and I haven’t exercised properly for nearly a decade. I know my figure is on borrowed time.
Three days ago, Leela and I packed everything we owned into a removal truck, left our hometown of Melbourne, and moved to the Gold Coast. Just. Like. That. No plan, nowhere to live, no job prospects. We just decided to move and that was it.
I have never done anything so impulsive in my entire life.
Leela has, that was her personality. Not me though, my life was predictable, thought out, planned, boring some would say. Although you definitely couldn’t say that about my life these days.
I placed my hand on the front door handle of the big, looming house in front of me and hesitated. I wasn’t sure I could do this. Did I want to put myself in this situation?
After three days of house hunting on the Gold Coast, Leela and I couldn’t find a single place. They were either too expensive, or we weren’t able to look past the rats and the other filth that seemed to be in every house within our budget. We were desperate and homeless. We’d been living with my friend Hitch for the past three days and I felt like we were imposing on him. Also, I wasn’t going to move in with Hitch until he decided if he wanted to be in a relationship with me.
Just when I thought all hope of finding a decent place was gone, I met up with another friend, Louis Wilkes, in a coffee shop and he offered me the use of one of his houses. Rent-free. I argued the rent-free thing, but arguing with Louis was pointless and quite frankly, a little scary. So, I agreed to live in one of his empty houses until Leela and I could find something of our own.
Louis lived in a huge mega mansion on Sovereign Island in Paradise Point, which is a super expensive suburb about thirty minutes north of Surfers Paradise. Louis has quite a few houses all over Australia, but the Sovereign Island home seemed to be his main residence. He offered Leela and I the use of a house he owned in the suburb of Mermaid Beach, and it really was right on the beach. Plus, it was only thirty minutes from his place.
The day before this unplanned move to the GC, Leela and I had been sitting in the Melbourne apartment of Hitch, real name, Andrew Hitchinson. Hitch’s main house is on the Gold Coast, but he also has an apartment in Melbourne for when he goes down there for business. After a really dreadful run of bad luck, I decided it was time to leave my Melbourne home and move to the Gold Coast. A sea change was just what I needed. Leela agreed to come with me and Hitch rang a removal truck and organised for everything we owned to be picked up the next day. I had no time to back out even if I wanted to.
Hitch is possibly the most amazing man to ever grace this planet. He is six-foot-two of mouth-watering hotness. He’s thirty-five years old. He wears his dark brown hair short, his eyes are the colour of chocolate, and his body is hard, tanned, and muscled better than any I have ever seen. Hitch is all man and even after a month of knowing him, I still drool whenever I look at him.
I call Hitch a friend but really, he is a lot more than that. I’ve only known him for a month, but in that time my entire life has been completely flipped on its head. My life had been safe, predictable, and... boring. Stuck in a rut. No men, no excitement. Now since meeting Hitch my life seems to be all excitement, nothing is predictable and I have one too many men to deal with.
Even things between Hitch and I are really complicated. We are both unbelievably attracted to each other and are definitely ‘friends with benefits’, but Hitch won’t commit to a relationship with me for the next year. Not while he is working as a Retriever for Louis Wilkes.
Being a Retriever is not a safe job. Or very legal. Hitch has to find and retrieve criminals who do wrong by Louis. Kinda like a debt collector mixed with a mob tough guy. Louis is an extremely wealthy, legitimate business man who has a whole secret life as a crime boss. If crimes are committed against Louis, there is no way he wants the police involved, so he needs to have them sorted out in his own way. And that’s were Hitch comes in. He retrieves whatever has been taken from Louis. Usually, it just has to do with borrowed money that needs to be paid back and Hitch is able to talk Louis’ clients into giving Louis what he wants. I don’t like to think too much about what Hitch has to do to convince them, but I know Hitch is one of the best fighters around. His reputation precedes him.
Louis Wilkes is the cause of the ‘one too many men in my life’ problem. And that’s Lou-is, not Lou-ee. People have disappeared after calling him Lou-ee. Louis is a bad, bad man and he is also the most sexy, seductive and sometimes, a little scary, person I have ever met. His looks are romance novel perfect with blonde hair, cool blue eyes and a perfect six-foot frame. He is thirty-five like Hitch and he spends most of his time in tailor-made suits and drives unbelievably expensive cars.
Women throw themselves at Louis and he uses them as arm candy until he is bored with them, then he moves onto the next one. Even though these women know that they are with him simply for show, he has no shortage of women who want to be with him.
Things between Louis and I are even more complicated than between Hitch and I. I have feelings for Louis, but I’m not quite sure what they are. There is no doubt in my mind that I am attracted to him, but being in a relationship with him is a whole other story. Louis has never treated me like just ‘another one of his girls’, but I am unsure on just how sincere his feeling towards me are. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all just part of his and Hitch’s game.
Hitch and Louis had a long friendship, they worked together and were best friends. The friendship ended two years ago when Hitch walked into Louis’ office and found Louis ‘doing some after-hours work’ with his fiancée Eden. Unfortunately, they were on top of Louis’ desk and neither of them were wearing any pants. Hitch hadn’t spoken to Louis- or Eden- for the past two years. And then a few weeks ago Hitch’s brother, Joey made some bad business deals with Louis and was looking at certain death. If Hitch agreed to become Louis’ head Retriever again for the next year, all would be forgotten and Joey would be free to live out the rest of his life. Left with no option, Hitch had to suck it up and once again work for a man he hated more than anything. It was also the reason it made things weird between me and Louis. I’m sure if Louis and I got involved, Hitch would kill him this time.
“Aren’t you excited Jens?” asked Leela as I stood frozen to the spot, unable to open the front door of this beautiful house in front of me.
The trouble was, even though Louis had offered us this place for nothing, for as long as we wanted, I knew at some point I’d have to pay him back. And I also knew I’d have to deal with Hitch.
I turned to Leela and forced a smile. She knew nothing about Hitch and Louis’ life of crime or how I got involved in it. And I planned on keeping it that way. “I am excited Lees, I just feel a little
“Jens, Louis is a really rich man, this won’t exactly break his bank. Besides there was no one staying here anyways, Louis was more than happy for us to stay here.”
I sighed and twisted the doorknob. I was never going to tell her the truth. I didn’t want her knowing anything about what I’d gone through in the last few weeks. She probably wouldn’t believe it anyway. I barely do.
“Fine then, let’s go. But I call the main bedroom.”
Leela and I walked through the door and I stared around in shock. The place was beautiful. Although I don’t know why I expected anything different.
It was a two-story mini mansion right on the beach at the northern end of Mermaid Beach, which was about fifteen minutes south from the heart of Surfers Paradise, on a good day. The home was on a very prestige street called Hedges Ave, or ‘Millionaires Row’ to the locals. It had five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a large kitchen, a couple of lounge rooms and a media room. It was fully furnished in light, white modern furniture, and I could feel the ocean breeze the moment I slid open the glass sliding doors at the back of the house.
“I could get used to this Jens,” said Leela as she walked up behind me.
“Well don’t get too comfortable Lees, because we are only staying here until we can find our own place.”
Leela sighed. “I know, you’ve told me about fifty times in the last twelve hours.”
“I just don’t want to take advantage of Louis’ generosity.” And I knew the longer I stayed here, the bigger my payback will have to be.
“Jens, Louis loves you. I’m sure he’d be more than happy for you to take advantage of him... In any way,” Leela grinned.
I playfully smacked her bum and walked upstairs to the master bedroom. The second I opened the door I was pretty sure I would give Louis whatever he wanted.
The room was as big as my apartment in Melbourne. It was fully furnished and there was a large balcony with large glass doors that opened up to reveal the picture-perfect view of the ocean. It was December thirtieth and the sun was shining, the breeze was warm and balmy, and I was sure I could hear the bluebirds chirping. Well, maybe it was seagulls, but who cares, I never got a view like this from my bedroom in Melbourne.
I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. It had been a big deal for me to leave Melbourne. I’d lived around there my entire life. It’s where my friends were, the places I liked to hangout, shop, visit museums, see shows. All my favourite restaurants. So many restaurants. I was ready for this new phase in my life, but it was all feeling a little too scary at the moment for me to fully enjoy it. I was just glad that Leela had decided to move here with me. And my older brother Ryan lived just over two hours away on the Sunshine Coast, so it helped that he was so close as well.
“Jens?” I heard Leela’s voice say from the doorway of my room.
I sat up and forced a bright smile. “What’s up Lees?”
“Louis just called your mobile phone. He just wanted to let you know that all of our furniture is being stored at a storage facility he owns nearby and a guy will be dropping off all our personal stuff in the next ten minutes.”
I sat up and stifled a sigh. Another favour from Louis. My bill will just keep adding up at this rate. “Thanks, I’m coming downstairs now.”
An hour later I’d packed all my clothes and personal items away in my new room. It made me feel a little better to have all my own familiar stuff around me.
I walked down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was fully stocked. Fruits, vegetables, assorted spreads, cheeses, juice, milk, expensive bottled water. Everything I could possibly need, neatly shelved in the fridge. I opened the pantry and saw that it was full as well. Louis had left no stone unturned and I knew all this was going to cost me as well.
Leela walked into the kitchen wearing a tight black skirt and a neat, white button-down shirt. She looked healthy and toned, and I looked down at the packet of biscuits I’d gotten out of the pantry. I picked them up and put them back on the shelf. I decided my new life on the Gold Coast also needed a new diet plan if I was going to look any good amongst all the local bikini babes.
“Where you going Lees?” I asked.
She slipped her feet into a pair of black high heels. “I have a job interview for a waitress at an events company.” She stood up straight and looked at me. “How’s your job hunting going?”
I sighed. I’d spent the last three days looking for a place to live, I hadn’t even thought about a job. I was just lucky that I’d been paid out three years’ worth of holiday pay when I’d been sacked from my old job a week ago. “I’ll start looking today.”
“Alright, well, I’m going to jump on the tram into Surfers and I’ll be home later today.” Leela dropped a kiss on the top of my head and walked out of the kitchen. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close and I was alone.
I looked around the big empty house and pushed aside the feelings of uneasiness that came from being in a new place, starting a new life, and I sighed. I’m sure within a few weeks it would feel like I’d lived here forever. I got the biscuits back out and helped myself to a couple. I could start eating healthy tomorrow.
I washed the biscuits down with a glass of milk and still felt lost. I picked up my phone and rang the one person I knew would make me feel better than biscuits.
“Hey,” I said down the line. “I’m lonely, wanna come and pick me up?”
Chapter two
TEN MINUTES LATER, Hitch’s black Porsche Panamera Turbo S slid to a stop in my driveway. Hitch had two Porsche’s, the Panamera and a shiny, new white Cayenne four-wheel drive. Both were equally sexy. I angled into the passenger seat and turned to look at his smiling face.
“Sweetheart, you only moved out of my house a few hours ago. You missing me already?” Hitch grinned as he leant over and kissed me with just enough tongue to make my whole body turn to soft, gooey jelly.
It had only been a few hours, but I was almost positive he had gotten better looking in my brief absence.
I shook my head slightly to recover from that amazing kiss and smiled at him. “Truthfully, I’m feeling a little lost. Leela has a job interview and I know I should be looking for a job too, but I’m not sure what I want to do. I definitely don’t want to go back to accounting.”
“Take a few days to think about it. You have your holiday pay and I’ll help you out if you need it.” He grinned and I knew he was about to say something dirty. “The job offer of being my personal stress reliever is still going if you’re interested.”
I smiled. “Thanks, it’s a tempting offer, but I don’t think I have the energy to deal with all your stress.”
“Hmm, maybe you’re right. Speaking of stress, I have a job to do for Louis. Nothing dangerous, just a chat. You want to tag along?”
“Sure, who are you after?”
“The guy’s name is Logan Price. He’s a local surfer dude who borrows money off Louis from time to time to prop up his surfboard making business. When times are good and he’s selling boards, Louis doesn’t hear from him. When times are slow Louis lends him money and Logan brews up a batch of ecstasy pills and pays Louis back as he sells them. In seven years, Logan has never been late paying back money, but this time, he hasn’t paid Louis any money for two months. It’s completely out of character and I am going over there today to find out what’s going on.”
“You sure it’s going to be safe for me to be there?”
“Yeah, Logan is an old school surfer who probably enjoyed the seventies a little more than most. He’s basically a good guy who tries to run his business and compete with the big companies. I think he’s just swallowed a little too much saltwater and absorbed a little too much coconut oil over the years. Plus, all the weed he’s smoked. He’s a tad fried.”
Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of a slightly rundown place two streets back from the southern end of the beach in Burleigh Heads. Even though it was a little run down, the house had a relaxed beach cottage feel to it. It had peeling white weatherboard, a tin roof, and the front lawn was about a month past needing a mow. There were a couple of surfboards on the front veranda, a beach towel and a wetsuit drying over the railing, and a dream catcher mobile hanging by the front door.
