Jayden’s POV

“Heiress, it’s time to go home.”

I didn’t need to lift my eyes to know the person standing in front of me was that psychotic bodyguard my mother sent to keep me in check.

The rag I was holding scraped against the counter, wiping off the drips of candy sauce.

“Move. You’re blocking the customers.”

Bang!

Mr. Bulky gritted his teeth, nearly revealing his gnarled fangs as he slammed his hand on the table.

Only then did I look up to see his face.

He was about six foot, ...