Chapter 54: Compromise

-Molly's POV-

I gradually drifted awake as I felt the warmth of the sun on my face. Just as slowly as I woke, the memory of why I had fallen asleep came back to me. The memory of the conversation between Scott and I, interspersed with mind-numbing orgasms, gave me wildly mixed feelings.
If every interrogation included orgasms, more people would want them. But nonetheless, it was still an interrogation and a dirty trick he had played.
I reached over and grabbed my phone. Sleeping or not, I was gonna give Scott a piece of my mind. I punched the number next to his face and wished that it was actually his face.
It took about 5 rings before Scott picked up, but I got him on the phone.
" 'lo?" Scott answered in a sleepy voice.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I demanded, barely holding onto my anger.
"Molls?" Scott asked, still half-asleep, obviously.
"Who the hell do you think it is?" I asked in a huff.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" he countered, finally catching the anger in my voice.
"You INTERROGATED me! Why?" I demanded.
"What? No!" he denied. "No! I just needed to know what had happened with Jean-Pierre. You wouldn't tell me. Remember the rules? When I ask you a question, you need to answer," Scott insisted.
I could hear the irritation rising in his voice.
"I know the rules, Scott. You made sure of that," I snapped back. "I agreed to them, didn't I? If you had just asked, I would have told you!"
"Like you told me the night it happened?" Scott questioned.
I scoffed and sat up in bed. I knew Scott wasn't in front of me, but I still felt as if I had to talk to him like he was.
"I didn't tell you because I..." I growled slightly in frustration.
I was hesitant because I knew he would have a hard time believing me, even though it was the truth. I was going to tell him, but I just wanted to take a minute to get prepared for the fight.
"Because..." Scott prompted.
"Because I forgot."
The silence on the other end solidified my fears.
"You forgot?" Scott asked in disbelief.
"Yes! Jean-Pierre's threats meant very little to me. It was just a desperate act of a little man throwing a tantrum because he couldn't get what he wanted. So I put it out of my mind. Then you were leaving, and that became more important. I didn't remember until Noah..."
My words broke off when I realized how Scott had found out. I closed my eyes and groaned.
"Noah told you, didn't he?" I asked.
"Yes. Noah told me when he called yesterday... well, last night. But YOU should have told me."
"I know!" I snapped. "I'm sorry. I really did just forget."
Scott sighed. "Alright. I'm sorry as well. Sometimes it seems like you don't like to share when something's bothering you. But someone was attempting to blackmail you, Molly... and I had to hear it from someone else. Really bothered me that you weren't the one to tell me."
Guilt ate at me. "I'm sorry, Scott. I really hadn't meant to keep it from you. But once you opened the door that night and... well... everything started, it just sort of slipped my mind."
"I understand now, baby girl," Scott replied, soothing my guilt. "Next time, I'll just ask. And if you don't answer, THEN I'll interrogate you."
After his threat, he chuckled, sending a delicious tingle down my spine.
"I don't know, Master," I purred. "That doesn't exactly encourage me to be honest right away."
Scott gave another tingle-inducing chuckle. "Sometimes a little, sweet torture is fun... for both of us."
I giggled, feeling the heat flash through me. Despite the whole "interrogation", the rest of it HAD been fun, and I wouldn't mind doing it again.
"Just next time... maybe not with something so important," Scott requested, reading my mind.
"I agree," I quickly replied.
"Good," he said on a stifled yawn.
"I should let you get some sleep. We can talk more after you rest," I insisted, not wanting to keep Scott up.
"Yeah... yeah..." he agreed, yawning again. "But before you go. I do have one question for you."
I giggled. "Is this gonna be another interrogation?"
Scott gave a dry chuckle. "No, baby girl. I wish I had time to play, but I need to get some sleep."
"It's okay, Master, really. I was just teasing. What's your question?"
"Did you mean what you said before we hung up earlier?" Scott asked, with a hopeful note in his voice.
I scrunched my face trying to remember what I had said before we hung up. But it was all so fuzzy that I barely remember falling asleep, much less that we'd spoken about anything specific.
"What did I say?" I replied, hoping he would give me some hint as to what he had heard.
There was a long pause on the other end. "You don't remember?"
"No, I'm sorry. Everything is just... kind of a blur after my last orgasm. So...if I said something that bothered you, then I'm really, really sorry. I'm sure I didn't mean it," I replied in confusion.
There was muttering on the other end of the phone. I couldn't really hear it, but I could have sworn Scott said something along the lines of "I was really hoping you did." which just served to confuse me even more.
"It doesn't matter," Scott finally responded. "Alright, I'm gonna get some sleep. I'll message you later. Please let keep me updated on what you're doing. I like knowing what you're up to."
That was a simple enough request. "Yes, Master."
Scott yawned again. "Good girl. I'll talk to you later."
Scott hung up the phone, and for a few minutes, I just stared at it, still trying to remember what I had said to him earlier. Whatever it was had seemed important to Scott, important enough he was willing to lose some sleep just to get some answers.
After a while, I realized that answers would not be easily forthcoming and decided to let it go for the moment. Maybe if I just stopped thinking about it, the answers would come.
I headed to take a shower and start my day, knowing that my mother and I would only have a few more days before we headed back home.
My phone dinged before I headed out of the room, and I almost ignored it until I realized it might have been Scott. I wondered with girlish glee if he missed me that much as well.
The number that popped up was vaguely familiar, and something told me to just ignore it. But idle curiosity had me opening up my phone and checking the message on my way to the bathroom.
It was two messages, actually; text and a picture. Suddenly my feet stopped working on their own, and I felt as if I was going to faint. Right above a picture of Scott and I outside the club in an obvious intimate moment were 5 words that felt like a blow to my gut.
YOU SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN ME.