Chapter 43: Unexpected Phone Call

-Molly's POV-

I quickly pulled my hand from between my legs and finished washing up before the temptation overwhelmed me.
As I dried off, I strained my ears to hear down the hallway to see if it was empty. If Paul and Scott were still talking, I couldn't hear them, and I hoped that meant their conversation was over. I quickly dried my hair and got my sexy nightgown on. I quickly looked in the mirror before heading back to my bedroom. The hallway was empty as I stepped out, and I was grateful since I had forgotten my bathrobe. When I opened my bedroom door and found it empty, I was a little confused and disappointed. I had fully expected to have Scott waiting for me, but he wasn't. I wandered aimlessly around the room, trying to figure out what to do while I waited. Scott had promised he had come to put me to bed, and I wasn't ready to say he had broken it.
Giving up my slow pacing, I sat on the bed and waited.
An odd twinkling sound caught my attention, and I looked around, trying to figure out what it was. I followed the sound to my tiny purse and realized that the sound was my phone.
I honestly considered not answering it when I didn't recognize the number that had popped up. But it was late enough that I was worried it was a very important call.
"Hello?" I answered quickly.
"Ma belle," purred the voice at the other end.
I gasped in shock. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. There was absolutely no way this man would ever call me again. I had made it absolutely clear that I didn't want anything more to do with HIM. He had even acknowledged it.
So why the hell was he calling me now?
"Jean-Pierre," I growled into my phone.
He chuckled as if my growl was hilarious to him.
"Ahhh, ma chérie. I am so joyful that you remember me. I could not stop thinking of you," he purred.
"Couldn't care less, Jean-Pierre. What made you think you could call me? What made you think I would even want to talk to you?" I spat into the phone.
"I thought you'd had enough time to decide that you had made a mistake. You need a firm hand, and only I can handle you properly, slut," Jean-Pierre replied in what was supposed to be a firm, intimidating tone.
I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. I was not intimidated and felt dirty, like I needed another shower. I shook off that feeling and focused on getting off the phone as quickly as I could, and if I could make Jean-Pierre back off, I would call it a win.
"Jean-Pierre, I am going to hang up now, and I don't ever want to hear from you again. Just to be sure that I don't, I will be blocking your number," I told him slowly and clearly as if he was hard of hearing.
He had to be... he had to be hard of hearing or had something else wrong if Jean-Pierre honestly thought I would want him after all that he had done.
I expected him to get angry or even apologetic and try to back-paddle. But Jean-Pierre laughed, startling me.
"Molly, Molly, Molly. You might want to think twice about that. There are things you do not know. I can make your life hell. You would be much better with me, ma belle," he replied softly.
There was a clear threat in his voice. I felt a chill go down my spine, and my anger rose. I didn't take kindly to his threat... to anyone's threat. There had never been a time when I would let anyone threaten me, no matter who it was.
"There are a million THINGS in this world that would be better than YOU, Jean-Pierre. I would rather become a NUN than go with you. If every man but you in the world suddenly disappeared overnight, I would happily find myself a woman before I go with you. If we were the last two people on EARTH... Well, I would strip naked and run with the wolves rather than spend another moment with you. Do I need to continue? Because it genuinely ends with you dying alone," I explained sweetly.
There was silence at the other end of the line. I waited for a beat before getting ready to hang up.
"You are going to regret this, salope," Jean-Pierre growled.
The phone went dead, and I looked down at it, unable to hold back the little giggle. I felt absolutely confident that Jean-Pierre was finally understood now. I had managed to finally get it through that thick, stupid man's head.
Pride and victory filled me and put a smile on my face as I put my phone away, then laid down on the bed.
I had won! Though, I had to admit to a bit of curiosity about what he thought he had on me. What did he think would have made me change my mind about him? I just shook my head, wondering if he was truly so delusional to think that threatening me would make me crumble.
Probably. I thought to myself. Jean-Pierre was rich, entitled, and spoiled. I wouldn't be shocked if this was a normal ploy he used on a million other girls. There was no way Jean-Pierre was going to use that threat on me. He was going to learn one way or another that he couldn't get his way.
I heard the door open, and I lifted my head to see Scott walking into the room. I honestly couldn't wait to tell him what had happened and wondered if he would be just as proud of me as I was.
But as I looked into his face, the words died on my tongue. His brows were furrowed, and there was a deep frown on his lips. Quickly sitting up, I looked over at him with worry.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Scott looked up at me, and in a flash, that look was gone, replaced by a smile that was almost genuine if anyone but me saw it. I could tell that it was forced, and there was something on his mind, but I could also see the stubbornness that told me he was not ready to talk just yet.
"Nothing, baby girl. Everything is fine. Now... let's discuss the rules once more... shall we?" Scott jumped in with a wink.