Chapter 27: The Ride

-Molly’s POV-

My mother didn’t have a problem with me taking a taxi home. But Scott's slight growl through the phone told me he did not like it at all.
"Molly, I want you to get up and step away from your mother... NOW," he told me in a firm, unbending tone.
I wanted to argue... was DYING to argue with him. But sitting right in front of my mother, there was nothing I could do. The only logical course of action WAS to get up and walk away.
"I'll be right back," I told her and quickly walked away.
As soon as I got far enough away, I finally spoke again. "What are you doing?"
"I was going to ask you the same question, Molly. You are arguing with me on the matter of your care. YOUR safety. Why?" Scott demanded.
"Because!!!" I sighed harshly. "I'm fine, Scott. I can take a taxi home."
"It's just as easy for you to tell me where you are and let me come get you. So, I'm guessing this has something to do with me. Why don't you tell me what's going on?" he asked pointedly.
Oh no... I was NOT going to do that. That was a question I wasn't going to touch with a ten-foot pole. I grumbled in frustration, not knowing if Scott could hear me. Nor did I really care if he could. He was not giving me much choice.
The submissive side of me was more than willing to say "Yes, Master" and let him come get me. But the other side of me, the embarrassed side, was calling me every kind of fool. It tormented me about the desire to obey him now, even though we weren't in the bedroom.
"Scott, this is ridiculous," I tried to protest again.
"You're right, Molly. This discussion is. Stop arguing with me and tell me where you are, so I can come and get you."
I stayed quiet. It was a battle of wills, and I was determined to win this one. He was being pushy and demanding. Which was fine in the bedroom. But we were not in the bedroom right now, and I couldn't figure out what exactly gave him the right to treat me like a child!
I gritted my teeth and growled slightly into the phone. Scott was really getting on my nerves. Or maybe it was the fact that my urge to submit to him had grown stronger. It was possible that I was truly just more irritated with myself than him.
However, that was a little too much self-reflection for me at the moment. Instead, I decided that it was all Scott's fault.
"You know what, Scott?" I began through my still gritted teeth. "Bite me."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end before Scott began to speak again.
"What did you-"
I hung up before he could finish his sentence. He immediately started trying to call back. But I put my phone on mute and returned to my mother. I almost wanted to chuckle and pat myself on the back at how I stood up to him.
My heart sank when I walked up to the table and found my mother on the phone. I wondered if it was too much to hope she was just talking to her friend Claudia like she said she might.
My mom waved to me as I approached, then said something into the phone before hanging up.
"Molly! I wondered where you'd gone off to. Something wrong with your phone, dear? Scott just called, and he sounded slightly upset. He said your call dropped, and he couldn't get you back," Mom told me with bewilderment.
I didn't know why I was even the slightest bit shocked. I knew my luck wasn't that good.
She patted my hand, consoling me as she misconstrued my dismay. "Don't stress, Molly. I told him the name of the cafe. He shouldn't be long. So why don't we grab an espresso and visit while we wait."
She flagged down the waiter for our new order. Of COURSE, she was going to wait with me, taking away my only chance to escape.
Whatever fate was messing with me and forcing me towards Scott today had to be laughing their metaphorical ass off. At this point, I knew there was nothing left but for me to accept my fate.
With a sigh, I took the tiny cup and saucer from the server, then waited for Scott's car to pull up.

True to my mother's words, it was no more than five to ten minutes before Scott's car pulled up right in front of the cafe.
And he did indeed look pissed.
Feeling my gut tighten, I set my cup down and braced myself. No matter what happened, I refused to feel bad about what I said and how I acted. Scott had no right to go all... all... Domy on me just because I wanted to take a cab home.
Of course, I'd had no intention of going home. But Scott hadn't known that!
My mother paid the bill and walked me to the car. We said a quick goodbye, and I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from begging her to come with me just as a buffer.
But I didn't.
I crawled into the passenger seat and buckled in, refusing to look at Scott. He pulled away from the curb and stayed silent for several moments.
"So, you just gonna sit there pouting the whole ride?" Scott asked me finally.
I turned and had to curb the urge to glare at him. "I am not pouting!"
Scott gave me a sideways look that clearly said he didn't believe me.
"I'm not!" I replied to the look.
I internally winced when it came out as more of a whine than a firm denial.
"Oh, good! Because if you're not going to sit there and pout. I think you and I need to talk," Scott stated.
I quickly turned and looked out the window so he couldn't see the blush on my face.
"We have nothing to discuss," I denied.
Even out loud, it sounded like a bald-faced lie. But I refused to acknowledge that either. This was exactly why I didn't want Scott to pick me up.
Scott whipped his car into the nearest parking spot, not even making it home, then turned and looked at me.
I could see that he was serious and wanted my full attention.
"Oh, I think we have a lot to discuss, Molly. About last night and going forward. Not to mention, I really didn't like the idea that you refused a simple request, and I didn't have a leg to stand on. I think it's time to make myself clear here, Molly. I want you... I want you in my bed and as my sub. What do you say to that?"