Chapter 75: The Agreement

Molly's POV-

Scott had been gone for weeks, but the pain in my chest still hadn't eased.
For the first week, Scott had sent me a text every day to remind me that he was thinking of me. But that only seemed to make the pain worse. I didn't want to be
reminded that he wanted me around. It would have been much easier to hold on to the anger if I didn't know how much he missed hearing from me.
However, the second week, Scott's messages stopped, and I had to deal with a new rush of anger. How dare he abandon me? I knew my anger was irrational and useless, and even though it frustrated me to feel upset... that only fed into the fury.
The only bright spot in my days was Becca. Whatever was going on between Noah and Becca seemed good for her. She seemed to be blooming under his care. I desperately wanted to ask for details, but Becca still held on to her modesty.
I tried hard to respect her privacy and didn't push her.
But it was Becca's presence that made thanksgiving bearable. When the opportunity came up to invite her to Christmas, I jumped on it. I did not want to face another holiday dinner sitting across from Scott again, alone.
It was difficult to keep pretending nothing was wrong, that this was exactly what I wanted. But Becca would be there to make things easier.
Even though I was determined to not show any sign of interest toward Scott, I stood staring at my closet for an absurd amount of time. I had tried on and discarded several outfits for either being too sexy or not sexy enough. I could not decide what I wanted to wear for the life of me.
I was still sorting through my clothes when I heard a light knock on my door. My mother had mentioned earlier that she had a few things for me. I honestly hoped it was a new outfit because I had a feeling none of mine were going to work.
"Come in," I called absent-mindedly as I began to put all my discarded clothes back.
"Moving?" a deep voice startled me.
I stiffened and slowly turned around to face Scott. My heart swelled and began to flutter as soon as our eyes met. There was heat in his gaze that burned into my soul, warming me from the inside. I tried to fight the emotions as hard as I could but being in the same room with him brought them all back.
His eyes slowly moved over my face as if he was relearning details that he might have forgotten. Once he was done, they moved down my body in the same leisurely fashion. Tingles burst over my skin as his eyes reminded me of how truly exposed I was.
Due to my impromptu solo fashion show, I had only thrown a robe over my underwear. I hadn’t even bothered to tie it together since I had thought it was my mother entering my bedroom.
Any other time, if I stood in front of Scott in my bright red bra and panties... I would feel empowered. I would have been a sexy goddess, unabashedly bared for my Master's gaze.
The unexpected intimacy made me feel exposed and vulnerable. Needing to feel back in control, I pulled the edges of my robes together and tied the belt extra tight.
Scott's eyes slowly moved back up my body, his lips pulling into a tight frown at the sight of the knot on my belt.
"What do you need, Scott?" I demanded a little more curtly than I had intended.
His frown deepened. "I just wanted to talk, Molly. I'm not here to start another battle. You've made it perfectly clear how you feel now."
So he'd finally accepted that we were over. Why didn't that feel as freeing as it should have?
I swallowed my feelings as hard as I could. I wasn't about to cry, beg, or any other desire I might have. This was a good thing and probably the best for both of us.
"Alright," I finally replied when the knot in my throat loosened.
I waved him toward the only other chair in the room as I sat on my bed. I tried to rearrange the folds of my robe to keep me as covered as possible.
My stomach fluttered as I caught the heated look Scott gave my exposed legs. But I shoved that feeling down and pretended not to notice.
"What did you want to discuss?" I asked calmly.
Scott looked away and was quiet for a moment as if he was gathering his thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder if it was due to a difficult conversation he needed to have or if I had distracted him that much.
The evil, vindictive side of me wanted it to be the latter.
"I'm only here for a few days, and I don't want it to be as strained as thanksgiving was. Can we have a truce? Just for a few days, act like everything is alright?" Scott requested, his voice sounding sincere.
No! My mind screamed. No, we couldn't pretend like everything was fine. You hurt me, you jerk! You hurt me, then ran away as if my pain meant nothing! Why should I do anything for you? I wanted to scream those words at him, true or not, and I knew some weren't. But my anger and pride refused to wane.
However, I didn't say any of that. Instead, the image of my mother's joy-filled face entered my mind. Christmas was the one holiday the entire family would be together. She always looked forward to it with almost child-like glee. I didn't want to do anything to ruin that for her. If that meant I would have to put my pain aside for a few days, I could do that.
"Fine," I finally agreed. "A truce for few days."
Scott's eyes widened for a moment, as if he hadn't expected me to agree so quickly.
I couldn't help giving him a small smile. "I don't want to ruin another holiday any more than you. I can handle a few nights of being nice to you."
He returned my smile, but his lips had a humorless edge. "Good. Thank you."
I almost rolled my eyes at him, wondering if I should point out that he should be happier that he finally won.
Knowing that my words would start a fight, I stayed quiet until the silence turned awkward.
I thought, for sure, Scott would say or do something that would break the moment. Instead, he stared at me almost thoughtfully as if a million thoughts were running through his head.
The silence finally became too much for me, and I fidgeted on the bed as I tried to decide what to say.
"Well," I began, unable to take the tension any longer. "That is that, I guess. Unless you needed something else."
Scott stared for another moment, then pushed himself off the chair and slowly moved toward me. He stopped less than a foot away, still unnervingly quiet.
Talk, I ordered him in my head. Say something... ANYTHING!
"Did you?" I pressed quietly. "Need anything else?"
A slow, cocky smile spread across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and was enjoying it.
Damn him.
Scott held his hand out to me. "Shall we shake on our truce?"
It sounded so innocuous... just shake hands and call it a day. But the idea of touching him made my heart pound. I couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement. So many things could happen if we touched... and my curious, needy side wanted to know the outcome.
Unable to deny the temptation, I slid my hand into his. As soon as our skin touched, I felt the familiar jolt of awareness and passion. I may be angry at him, but that didn't mean I didn't want him with every fiber of my being.
Scott gave a quick jerk, and I tumbled into his arms with a gasp. His hand reached up and gently cupped my face; his thumb brushed over my lips. It was easy to guess what was going through his mind since those same images were rolling through my head.
Letting me go, he reached down and quickly untied my robe. I should move away; I needed to move away and fix my robe. But I did not do either as his stormy blue eyes moved down my body once more.
Over his shoulder, I caught sight of myself in my full-length mirror and was almost in awe of the scene. My body and face were flush with desire, and the sexy, sleek, matching lingerie set accented my curves perfectly. The red bra cupped my breasts like a pair of lovers' hands, and the soft, pink flesh spilled over the top alluringly.
I could see what held Scott's attention, and for a moment, I loved how beautiful I was to his eyes.
"Eyes on me, little one," Scott ordered in a husky voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
I met his gaze once more, only to be swept into the storm of his desire again. He was going to kiss me... I wanted him to kiss me. But I didn't want him to stop at just a kiss. I desperately wanted him to do more. My mind was almost as drenched as my pussy as I thought of all I wanted him to do.
He dipped his head slowly as my eyes fluttered shut in anticipation. His lips brushed over mine so gently it might as well have been the wind.
"Keep the red, little one. It looks amazing against your skin," Scott ordered me.
With that, Scott stepped away and swept out of the room, leaving me confused, disappointed, and completely turned on.
"What the hell just happened?" I asked the empty room.
But no answer came.
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