Chapter 29: Molly's Phone Call

-Molly’s POV-

As soon as Scott had dropped me off after the intense car ride, I ran up to my room and locked the door. I had heard his footsteps outside my door, but I refused to open it or acknowledge him.
I knew I was acting like a child and hated that analogy. However, I couldn’t help feeling the need for some space between us. That feeling had only grown once Scott had asked me to be his sub.
My first instinct was to scream yes! I wanted him again and wanted to submit to him. But the idea that I would commit to being with him... to submitting to SCOTT was just so… intriguingly scary.
I had tried to say yes to Scott. But the moment the words hit my tongue, they just wouldn’t come out, no matter how hard I tried. That was when I had said that I would think about it. Those were the only words that would come out of my mouth. I would think about it. Of course, I would think about it. I didn’t know if there was any way I would think about anything else.
I was starting to wonder if this adventure was a little too big for me.
My phone went off, grabbing my attention. I looked at the time and realized that it was late in the evening. I had laid on my bed while my mind turned Scott's offer around repeatedly. It was entirely possible that my mom was home and that Scott had left for his club. I couldn’t tell if that made me feel better or worse.
My phone chimed again, and I pushed myself out of bed to get it. A part of me wondered if it was Scott. I was conflicted about wanting to talk to him at the moment.
I opened my screen to find an email from my best friend, Becca. She was up early to help her mother with some silly social event that her mother INSISTED on attending.
Becca was the sweetest, kindest person that I had ever met. She was one of those amazing people that were naturally good without being sanctimonious. With Becca, if you knew her, you would love her. She would do her best to keep your spirits up and feel good about yourself.
Becca was exactly what I needed now. I quickly checked the time and then gave her a call.
“Molly!” Becca answered happily. “I miss you so much!”
“I miss you too, girly!” I replied instantly, smiling.
“Having fun flirting with all those cute Frenchmen?” Becca teased.
An image of Jean-Paul popped into my head, and I silently groaned. I desperately wanted to explain what happened, but I didn’t. Becca’s parents were so conservative that they made convents look wild. Honestly, I was shocked that they’d had sex enough times to have Becca and not at all shocked they didn’t have any other kids.
Becca had been raised so sheltered from the outside world that she was almost humorously naïve. The last thing I wanted to do was give her a sudden influx of info about kinks when she had only ever had one kiss in her life. That had happened about a year ago, and I had almost had to blackmail her into it.
She wasn’t impressed by it. But I hadn’t wanted her to be 18 and never have been kissed.
She was definitely too innocent for what was going on here.
“Tons of fun!” I finally answered with a giggle.
“Good!” she replied, echoing my laugh. “I can’t wait ‘til you get home. I want to hear all about it.”
That wouldn’t be happening, I thought to myself.
“So, what’s going on down there?” I asked, trying to keep my mind off Paris for a few minutes.
Becca prattled off about the things she and her mother were up to lately. Same old, same old, but I enjoyed such predictability at the moment.
“Either way, Mother will be pleased once they are gone,” Becca finished.
I blinked for a moment when I realized I hadn't been listening.
“Sorry, Becca. Who is gonna be gone?” I asked, trying to catch up again.
But Becca didn’t take offense. “Our neighbors. The ones Mother disliked because they were “too loud” with their children's birthday parties.”
“Awwww! I’m gonna miss them! Their six-year-old was sooo cute!” I cried sadly.
“She was! I’m just hoping someone snatches it up before one of my parents’’ friends do. It’ll be nice to have another normal family living there,” Becca commented quietly.
Due to her parents’ style of child-rearing, Becca tended to live vicariously through other peoples' experiences. I felt awful for her and desperately hoped that she got her wish.
“Well, I better get back to Mother’s to-do list and let you get back to your handsome Frenchmen,” Becca replied, sounding extremely wistful.
“It’s not like that,” I admitted ruefully. “I’m not in a wild and crazy dating frenzy here.”
“Awww. So, you’re saying you haven’t got a man to flirt with and… and..?” Becca’s voice faltered, showing off her blushing innocence.
I smiled slightly, knowing that Becca was actually sad for me. My dating life was another thing she tried to live vicariously through. She really was a very good friend, I thought to myself.
“Well, honestly, there is a man. But… I’m not sure if… dating him is a good idea,” I admitted to Becca.
“Whoa… there’s a man that actually scares Molly Harper?” Becca exclaimed in shock.
I laughed. "This man doesn’t scare me.”
LIES! My mind screamed. But I brushed it off.
“He’s not an evil or cruel man, Becca. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
“Good idea. Bad idea. I couldn’t tell you, Molly. But I can say that you’ll never know which unless you carry on. If he’s not crazy or abusive, what’s the harm in seeing where it takes you? But I do know that I’ve never seen you back down, Molly. So, why stop now?” Becca pointed out.
I cursed under my breath. Not towards Becca but towards her words. I didn’t want to admit that Scott scared me. But he really did. He was intense in a way that I had never encountered before. Despite my submissive desires, I had never felt as out of control as I did when I was with him.
But that was how it was supposed to be, wasn’t it? I asked myself with a slightly sardonic smile. It was scary and exciting, exhilarating and terrifying. But was I truly willing to run away from it because I was afraid? I knew Scott better than I had known any of the boys that I had dated. I KNEW I could trust Scott not to do anything to truly hurt me.
So, why was I having such a hard time agreeing to it?
Because I was letting the fear of what could happen get in the way. Honestly, that made me angry with myself. I was not a scaredy-cat, and I would be damned if I was going to be one now.
“Thanks, Becca, I gotta go. I’ll let you get back to work. Don’t let your mother take your whole summer away,” I told her firmly.
“I’ll try,” Becca murmured.
No, she wouldn’t, I thought with a frown. Becca was a very good child to her parents. She wouldn’t dare rebel or even make a demand. I just hoped that she would take the time to do something for herself.
“When are you coming back?” Becca asked hopefully before we got off the phone.
“In the next few weeks, I think,” I told her. “Right before classes start again.”
“Alright. I look forward to hanging out again,” Becca replied eagerly.
“Me too, hon!” I told her with a smile before ending the call.
I missed her dearly, but my mind was occupied after our conversation. Now that I had finally made up my mind, all that was left was for me to let Scott know.
However, I had no idea when he was supposed to be home. I thought about heading into his bedroom and waiting for him there. But I was afraid that if I didn’t act now, I would change my mind again and lose the bravery that I had found.
Instead, I quickly dressed in the sexiest clothes I had brought to Paris. They were conservative compared to what I had seen, but they would do. Then I got into a taxi and asked it to take me to the club, pretending not to notice the man’s smarmy look as he recognized the club.
Dressed up and with my shoulders squared in determination, I felt like I could face anyone or anything.
I just hoped I felt the same way when I went face-to-face with Master Scott.