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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 [𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑] — 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐍𝐀𝐌-𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐘
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one / two / three / five / masterlist / wattpad
summary: as you try to avoid witnessing Clayton making moves on your girlfriend, you start to hang out with the help some more, only making Alycia jealous in return.
warning/s: none.
author's note: super delayed (my bad), but here’s the final part! hope you guys liked this one :)
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Alycia's parents were treating her to lunch today, so I busied myself with icing the cupcakes Millie let me help her bake yesterday, and also the little 2-tier cake I'd baked for Alycia as a surprise.
It was fun, I wouldn't lie, even though I was terrible at baking and icing and anything creative in that aspect. But Millie was great company and it was a nice enough distraction from the utter boredom I otherwise would have felt with Alycia being gone. 
"So, how did you and Alycia meet?" Millie was asking as we dyed our icing.
"It was actually at a job, working over the summer at one of her parents' camps," I answered. "Though, back then, I definitely didn't know she was the daughter to millionaires."
"Would that have changed anything if you did?" she asked with an amused smile.
I shrugged, weighing it up as I'd never really thought about it. "I'm not entirely sure... I think if I knew before speaking to her, I may have avoided her. But that would have been based on a preconceived idea that she's stuck up and spoilt, y'know? Obviously, I spoke to her because she was my buddy at the time and we got along from there. And by the time she told me about her parents, well... she's lucky she's cute."
Millie laughed at my joke. "That's adorable. You guys make a lovely couple. And you're right about getting to know Alycia. I've worked here for a year or so, mostly for her parents, but the few times she's visited and we've interacted, she's been kind."
I smiled, knowing that sounded like Alycia. Nothing like her parents, thank God.
"So, how did you end up being a private chef?" I asked curiously.
We passed time as we decorated, talking about how she went to culinary school, what she did when she wasn't baking and her love for it all. It was refreshing, especially because I'd never met anyone who did this for a living. And after she helped me not make a fool of icing the cakes, but also assisted me in decorating Alycia's, a waiter entered the kitchen to let us know of Alycia's return.
"That's your cue," Millie encouraged, before nodding to the cake in the box on the counter. "Knock 'em dead."
A little excited, I smiled gratefully before grabbing the cake and heading to the front door with hopes of finding Alycia. They were still outside, I noticed, when I glanced out the window, and then I realised they weren't alone. Her parents, her and fucking Clayton of all people were getting out the car, chatting and smiling. Had he gone to lunch with them? What the fuck? I literally stayed behind so Alycia could have some bonding time with her parents, not him.
Frustrated, I stepped away from the window and realised my anger had gotten the better of me because I'd unintentionally squeezed the box in my hand and, consequently, the cake.
"Fuck," I mumbled, before backing away from the door and returning to the kitchen.
"How did she– wait, what happened?" Millie started, but stopped herself when I tossed the cake box on the counter.
"Fucking Clayton and his fucking lack of boundaries," I muttered with irritation, before leaning my head in my hands on the counter to contain myself.
"Oh, Y/N..."
I'd never discussed anything of my feelings towards Clayton to Millie, but it was pretty evident how I was feeling right now. I thought I was over it, especially after Alycia's reassurances last night, but clearly I wasn't.
"It doesn't matter," I said with a heavy sigh. "It was stupid anyway. Just throw it out. It's basically bird food now anyway."
No doubt giving me a disapproving look, Millie grabbed the box and said, "Don't be silly."
I glanced up when I heard her shuffling about, only to see her taking the cake out the box and cutting a decent enough slice that wasn't destroyed by my inability to contain my anger.
"Go," she ordered, pushing the plate towards me. "Give this to your girlfriend."
I narrowed my eyes at the cake. "She's too busy with Clayton."
Millie gave me a knowing look. "It's her dad, not her, now go." I just about rolled my eyes when she added, "Don't be a child, Y/N."
Grumbling to myself, I straightened up and grabbed the plate. But not before glancing at her and saying, "You're getting too comfortable with me."
She cracked a smile, resisting the urge to laugh, before wafting me away with her hand. I groaned inwardly before returning to the front of the house, where Alycia, her parents and Clayton were just entering the atrium. As soon as Alycia spotted me, her face lit up and she ran to me, almost making me drop the plate as she hugged me. Admittedly, it made me forget why I was annoyed in the first place and I immediately returned the hug.
"Ooh, what's that?" she asked distractedly, eyeing up the cake slice. "My surprise, perhaps?"
Unable to stop my smile, I was about to reply, but was instantly cut off by her father.
"Oh, that can't be Millie's handiwork, surely," he said with a loud laugh. "What on earth is that decoration?" Glancing at Clayton, he added, "This is why you have to be picky with the help."
Clayton laughed at his joke whilst I tried very hard not to throw the plate at his head.
"Dad!" Alycia scolded with a look. "That's not nice!"
Her dad played dumb, then looked to Clayton for approval, which only boiled my blood more.
"Y/N, what is it?" Alycia asked, expression softening when she looked back to me.
"Nothing," I managed to say without flipping out irrationally. "Just leftovers from a practice batch Millie made." Swallowing hard, I took a step back. "In fact, I should probably throw it out. It's not that nice anyway."
Alycia frowned, about to speak, but bloody Clayton of all people spoke up.
"Alycia, your dad and I are going to get a drink, would you like to join us?"
Seconds away from smashing this plate on his head, I rolled my eyes and turned to leave instead. Storming back to the kitchen a second time, I made a beeline for the bin.
"Seriously?" Millie asked with playful disbelief. "You still haven't–?"
"It was a stupid idea," I snapped, setting the empty plate before her, before leaving to get some fresh air.
Not even half an hour passed when Alycia found me returning to the house after a well-needed sulk around the property.
"Y/N!" she called once she spotted me by the outdoor dining area. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"I haven't been very far," I said nonchalantly.
She frowned guiltily, eyes flickering between mine. "I didn't know Clayton would be there. My parents took me out and he was already sat there at the table."
"He always seems to be present, don't you think?"
She sighed. "I know."
I lifted an eyebrow questioningly. "Seriously? Why not doing something about it, Alycia?"
She raised her eyebrows too. "Don't you think I'm trying?"
I tried not to scoff as I crossed my arms. "Well, not hard enough."
Definitely surprised by my attitude, she gave me a look. "Y/N."
I looked down at my shoes, knowing my anger would return if we discussed this any longer. "Forget it. See you at dinner."
"Y/N," she started as I began to walk away.
"Or maybe we'll see Clayton, who knows?" I said sarcastically, before rolling my eyes as I left, ignoring her calls.
It wasn't her fault, I knew that, but she wasn't exactly telling her father to back off, at least not well enough. I was uncomfortable and her parents were doing a pretty great job at making me want to leave. So, why couldn't we?
Dinner time that same evening was awkward as hell and I was counting down the seconds before I could leave to go up to our room. Her parents were chatting, talking about the business and Alycia, and I was staying quiet because I seriously couldn't be bothered. The only relieving thing was that they hadn't invited Clayton.
At one point, the dessert was brought out – the cupcakes that Millie let me help her make, though she did ninety-nine percent of it – and her dad felt the need to comment.
"Ah, see? This is Millie's handiwork," he said with a smile as the waiter placed some cupcakes before us all. "None of that rubbish from earlier."
I bit my tongue as I distracted myself with my cup of tea. Alycia glanced over at me, wanting to say something, but as usual, she didn't.
When the meal was over, Alycia and I headed straight upstairs for bed. I never usually went to sleep so soon after eating, but I didn't want to stay awake and have to talk things out with Alycia, not when I was still so upset at the situation. So, after getting ready for bed, I jumped right in and laid down, turning my back to Alycia who was still unchanged from her day clothes.
"Y/N?" she called gently. "Can we talk?"
I closed my eyes, frowning to myself. "I'm tired."
I heard her sigh from behind me, and though a small part of me felt bad for treating her like this, the rest knew that it wasn't fair how I was being treated this whole trip. The sooner we left, the better. But for now...
"Okay," she muttered. "Goodnight, I guess."
I didn't say anything, but the door closed and I assumed she'd gone into the ensuite to get ready for bed, too.
I'd hoped going to sleep would put me in a better mood, but when I woke up the next day, I was only reminded of how shitty everything had been and my mood still remained.
There were only two days left before Alycia and I could go home, but for now I had to suck it up. I still wasn't in the mood to talk to Alycia, so I avoided her the best I could, which I soon discovered was ideal because none other than fucking Clayton was back at the house again. Apparently it wasn't for Alycia, based on what the staff chatter had to say, but rather for a business meeting with her dad. Either way, it was an excuse for him to be around and I would have rather stayed away.
Deciding that Millie was the only other person here that I knew and felt comfortable enough to be around, I went to bother her as she worked in the kitchens. Plus, I owed her an apology after my outburst yesterday.
When I found her, she was preparing some ingredients for something and almost didn't notice my presence until I stopped by a stool at the counter.
"Hey," I said with a small smile.
When she saw me, she returned my smile with a relieved one. "Y/N, hey. How are you doing? You seemed really upset yesterday."
I leaned in the palm of my hand nervously. "Yeah, look, I'm sorry for snapping at you. It wasn't very nice, especially not after you tried to help me with the whole situation."
"It's okay," she assured. "I can see how annoying it must be to find out Clayton is always around. I'm guessing that's why you're here now."
I sighed, trying not to get worked up at the mere mention of him. "Yeah. I hope that's okay. I just can't stand being around him. And Alycia isn't helping the situation, so we're kind of not talking."
At this, Millie gave me a disapproving look. "You can't just not speak to her. You know this is an awkward spot for her. It's her parents, not her."
"I understand that, but how about me? I'm at my girlfriend's house to hang out with her family and instead of that, they're trying to show her off to another guy right in front of me. Why do I have to be okay with that?"
Millie sighed, shrugging as she worked. "You're right. It's shitty. But you need to communicate this to Alycia, not avoid her."
I put my head in my hands and groaned quietly. "Can I avoid her a little longer? I'm not in the mood."
Chuckling quietly, Millie nodded. "I suppose so. Maybe I can teach you how to make fresh pastry."
Glad she was letting me stay, I smiled for real and jumped off the stool. "Thanks, Millie."
It was probably a terrible sign that I enjoyed spending more time with a pastry chef than I did my girlfriend's family, but I didn't care. If they couldn't bother to make half the effort with me that I was making with them, then I couldn't change that. Besides, there were only two more days left. I could surely survive that.
After spending the morning with Millie, chatting away mindlessly and watching as she worked because it was better than watching TV for hours on end, it was soon lunchtime. We were supposed to be having an outdoor afternoon tea for lunch, with some baked goods that Millie and a few of the other chefs had prepared in advance. I was stood outside with Millie after she set the table, the two of us talking by the doors, when Alycia found me.
Millie and I's conversation ceased as soon as Alycia stopped by us, glancing at me with a tense jaw.
"Alycia," I greeted, still mildly irritated.
"Can I speak to you, please?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Before glancing at Millie and adding, "In private?"
I looked at her with disbelief, but before I could say anything, Millie nodded awkwardly.
"I should get back to work," was all she said, before returning to the kitchen.
When she was gone, I looked back to Alycia. "That was a little rude, don't you think?"
Alycia's green eyes stared holes into mine. "What are you doing?"
I was confused. "What?"
She crossed her arms with annoyance as she asked, "Do you like her?"
Absolutely baffled now, I raised my eyebrows and stared at her. "What? Are you joking right now?"
She clenched her jaw, unimpressed. "All you keep doing is avoiding me and hanging out with her instead. What gives?"
The audacity of her to make such assumptions was laughable, to the point where I had to stop myself from doing so.
"Wow," I said with both irritation and impatience. "You're kidding me, right?" Judging from her know-it-all expression and the patronising glare she was giving me, I knew she wasn't. I continued, "Maybe if you stopped appeasing your dad's wishes this whole trip and hanging out with Clayton all the time, you'd see that I'm bored! Millie is the only bloody person I can hang out with here!"
Alycia scoffed frantically, shaking her head and looking away. "That's hardly fair."
I widened my eyes as I gave her a questioning look. "Isn't it?! What's not fair is that I'm here to bond with my girlfriend's parents and, instead of doing the same, they're trying to set you up with a new man whilst I'm literally right here!"
"That's not what's happening–!"
It was my turn to scoff as I cut her off. "Sure it's not. Because he just so happens to be around all the time, doesn't he?" Giving her an angry glare, I said, "He drools over you, Alycia. And do you think I like watching him check you out? Because I bloody don't!"
She opened her mouth to speak, but just on cue, someone approached us and interrupted, and it was damn Clayton.
"Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but Alycia–"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" I shouted at him, before losing my patience and shoving past him to return indoors. I didn't have to deal with this – it wasn't fair!
Storming up to our room, I shut the door and tried very hard to contain my frustration, but it was too late, I was already fuming. It wasn't fair! I didn't deserve to be treated like this! And I wasn't going to stand for it anymore. Being here was only making me miserable, so I had to leave. Alycia could stay the rest of the trip with her parents, but they didn't want me here and I didn't want to be here.
Pulling out my suitcase, I grabbed as much as I could from the wardrobe and threw it in, deciding to pack everything up. Clayton and Alycia's parents could live happily together, but I didn't care to see it.
I was midway through packing when the door suddenly opened and Alycia appeared.
"Y/N, we need to talk," she said sternly. "Not argue."
"I'm not interested," I said dismissively, throwing another shirt in.
She must have realised what I was doing, finally paying attention, as she lost her irritation and looked to me sadly. "You're leaving?"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "No, I just thought the suitcase was a looking a little empty. What do you think?"
"Y/N!"
I ignored her and continued to pack, moving to grab some toiletries from the dressing table.
"Please, let's just talk this through," she tried again. "I don't want to fight."
"Neither do I, but I can't be here anymore," I said, throwing my toiletries in my bag. "We can talk it through at home. You should stay the rest of the week."
"We're literally talking right now," she pointed out, making me roll my eyes. "C'mon, just sit. Please."
I met her eyes with a hardened stare. "Not in the mood."
She frowned and then her jaw clenched and I saw her impatience shining through. "Y/N."
I was stubborn, but so was she, and I refused to let her get her way this time.
Returning to my packing, I planned to ignore her presence until I finished, and even when she rounded the bed to approach me, I blanked her out. A little too much, in fact, as I didn't realise she'd pulled out some handcuffs from her back pocket and snapped them onto my wrist, connected to hers.
"Alycia!" I scolded. "Unlock it right now."
She pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Nope."
I bit back my irritation. "Maybe when you were a kid this sort of behaviour was cute, but it's not now, so let me go."
"Talk to me then," she insisted. "I don't like how things ended before and I don't like seeing you upset."
"Well, I'm not in the mood to speak to you right now and I just want to leave," I retorted. "So, respect that."
Her gaze softened. "Please."
I outstretched my free hand. "Key. Now."
Just when I thought I'd have to wrestle it from her, she sighed and gave in. "Fine."
As she patted down her pockets, I pushed my hair from my eyes and groaned inwardly. "Where the hell d'you even get handcuffs anyway?"
"Toy set from when I was a kid," she mumbled, before I watched her pat her pockets some more. Judging from the worried look she had, I couldn't imagine the news being good.
"Alycia, give me the key," I repeated, growing nervous, and she tensed her jaw with annoyance. "This isn't funny."
"D'you see me laughing?" she snapped, before checking her back pockets and coming up with nothing.
I tried to pull my wrist from the metal cuffs, but it pulled her wrist too, making her yelp, and that's when I realised she really wasn't joking.
"Alycia, are you insane?!" I shouted, already stressing because of what this meant.
"Just shush!" she ordered, though the guilt was seeping through. "Panicking doesn't help!"
I gasped sarcastically. "Sorry if we're bloody handcuffed together and I'm panicking! Because in case you didn't realise, darling, we're handcuffed together!"
"I know!" she shouted right back, before giving up with her futile searching. In a quieter voice, she said, "I've lost it. I must have missed my pocket when I put it in."
I groaned loudly, attempting to sit on the bed, but she of course came with me and I had to remain standing.
"Look, let's just go back downstairs and retrace my steps," she said hopefully. "It'll show. And if not, there's gotta be some tools somewhere."
I stayed quiet, not wanting to snap at her even more when I was already pissed off and she was the last person I wanted to be handcuffed to right now. Instead, I let her lead me downstairs and around the living room and old playroom, with hopes of finding the key on the floor somewhere. But we searched everywhere and there was nothing. Not wanting to give up, Alycia assured me we might be able to find some tools in the shed outside. But of course, it was just our luck when there was nothing there either.
"No offence, but you're terrible at this," I told her bitterly, before flagging down the pool boy who was nearby. "Hey, mate, are you alright to give us a hand? Alycia over here has handcuffed us together and we need something to unlock it with."
The pool boy, more of a man in all fairness, glanced at our handcuffed wrists. "Have you tried the key?"
I closed my eyes, containing my constant frustration that didn't seem to leave me today. Thankfully, Alycia responded so I wouldn't have to.
"We lost the key. We were thinking something like a screwdriver or a hammer. Anything else, really."
"Hmm...," he thought to himself. "I'm not sure about the wrist part, but I can definitely separate you by chopping the chain with a butcher's knife."
How hadn't I thought of that? It was genius!
"Yes!"
"No!"
I blinked, looking to Alycia. "I'm sorry?"
"Y/N, are you insane?" Alycia asked with disbelief. "That's so dangerous! What if he missed?!"
I opened my mouth, stunned. "Are you– are you kidding me right now, Alycia? Insane? You bloody handcuffed us together! The only insane one here is you!"
Taking that as his cue to leave, the pool boy turned on his heel and left Alycia and I to bicker.
"How dare you!" she exclaimed, not even attempting to disguise her annoyance anymore. "Sorry if I had to take extreme measures to talk to my girlfriend!"
"I said I would talk about it back home!" I reminded her, before yanking our wrists towards me. "Now c'mon! I don't want to be handcuffed to you any longer!"
"I said no!" she said, yanking me back as I attempted to walk away.
Frowning, I pulled her towards me. "We're using the knife, dammit!"
"I said no!" she repeated firmly, yanking me back towards her.
"Alycia!"
"No!"
"We're going to the–!"
"You're not listening–!"
"Alycia–!"
And before either of us knew it, she'd yanked me too hard, enough for me to go tumbling right into her and knocking us both into the pool. The cold water shocked the anger right out of me and I immediately tried to resurface, gasping for air. I made sure Alycia was okay beside me, momentarily stunned, and when she was pushing her wet hair from her eyes, the realisation settled in and my anger returned.
"I can't believe you just did that!" I shouted.
"Me? You're the one who fell into me!"
Swallowing hard, I began to swim to the stairs. Thankfully, she got the hint, and we both returned to our room dripping wet.
"We'll go to the garage in town first thing in the morning when it opens," she suddenly said when we were stood there making a mess on the carpet. "They'll have tools."
I resisted the urge to glare at her. This was probably the biggest fight we'd ever had and, right now, I hated her.
"I'm showering," I said without giving her much choice. "Come on."
Yanking her into the ensuite, I shut the door and grabbed a towel, mumbling to myself, "I'd have a bath but I can't because tweedledum is handcuffed to me..."
"I'm not stopping you," she said defensively. "Go for it."
I glanced at her, trying to see if she was joking, but when she wasn't, I thought what the heck? I deserved a nice, relaxing bubble bath. Though preferably one that didn't include her. Unfortunately, I couldn't manage that, but I could still have the bath, so I filled it up as I undressed and forced her to sit on the edge of the tub, look at the door and be quiet. Being Alycia, however, she couldn't manage that, and she was nonstop talking about how she didn't like Clayton or what her dad was up to or anything about this week so far. And I'd finally had enough.
"Alycia!" I snapped, opening my eyes. "The whole point of this is for me to relax. Be quiet, please."
She sighed, but thankfully listened, and I closed my eyes again, trying to forget that she was attached at the wrist and sat on the edge of my supposed-to-be relaxing bubble bath. Just when I thought I was doing better, she suddenly moved, making me open my eyes, and then I saw her jump into the bath with me, sitting opposite me and with her clothes still on.
Widening my eyes, I looked to her. "Alycia!"
"I'm sorry," she said with a pained voice, ignoring my shock and her current situation. "I know I need to do more. This week hasn't been fair on you. But my dad doesn't listen and I don't know what else to say. I don't mean to appear ignorant. I care about you, Y/N, so fucking much."
The sincerity in her voice was convincing enough, but I was still staring at the fact that she was soaking wet and fully clothed in the bath with me.
"Say something," she pleaded.
"You're wearing clothes?" I said with disbelief.
She rolled her eyes. "Forget that. Just talk to me. Please."
Despite the stupidity of everything, it was the distraction I needed to finally tell her how I was feeling. I hesitated, not planning to do it whilst sat naked before her in a bubble bath, but she clearly wasn't going to leave, so it was now or never.
"I've tried to be respectful, but your parents don't like me, Alycia," I started, meeting her eyes. "I can't stay here any longer whilst they do what they're doing. I just want to go home. This whole week has been a train wreck."
She sighed dragging her hand down her face. "I know."
I sighed too, looking down with embarrassment. "I know you don't like Clayton. But seeing him with you doesn't feel good. It's not that I don't trust you, but I can't help it if I feel jealous sometimes. Especially when I'm here because of you. I don't know. It just sucks."
She rested her cuffed hand on mine, rubbing her thumb gently. "I feel the same with you and Millie. And it wasn't fair of me to accuse you of anything. I was just pissed because you already hated me and she was making you smile and I got stupidly jealous."
I frowned, meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry to make you feel like that. I don't hate you, Alycia. I've just been upset. I'm not usually the jealous type and it got ugly."
"You're not," she agreed. "Neither am I. I guess this whole trip has just pulled us apart, huh?"
I hummed in agreement, leaning on the side of the tub with my elbow. I didn't know where to go with this. Her dad wasn't listening and that couldn't be changed. So, now what?
"I love you," she said, earning my attention. "I want to make things right. And that starts with you being comfortable. So, we'll leave tomorrow."
"It's your family, we can't just leave."
She lifted a brow. "Wanna bet?"
I gave her a knowing look. "Alycia. No. Look, I'll go. You stay. I'll see you back home in a few days."
"I'm not staying without you, and you don't want to stay, so we go together," she insisted, moving closer to me, unbothered by the fact that she was chest deep in water. "Besides, I don't really want to stay either. Not when my girlfriend is being shit on time and time again."
That was all I'd wanted to hear, selfishly enough.
"You're sure?" I asked. "I'll stay if you really want me to. And I won't sulk."
She cracked a smile. "I'm sure, love. We've been here long enough."
I nodded, relieved. "Thank you, Alycia."
"Thank you," she corrected. "For being so patient."
I gave her a small smile, before nodding to her clothes. "Take them off, idiot. You've already made a mess from jumping in here."
She laughed, pulling off her clothes whilst still in the water, only making a further mess of water on the floor. I rolled my eyes but gladly pulled her towards me, struggling at first but managing to keep her between my legs and hold her tight.
"Sorry, I was jealous," I mumbled into her shoulder.
She kissed my cheek and leaned back. "Me, too. And I'm sorry I couldn't try the cake you made me. It looked really nice."
I sighed. "No, it didn't."
She began to smile, her body moving slightly as she held in a laugh. "Yeah, no, it didn't."
I squeezed her playfully, making her laugh properly, and refused to let go.
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