Chapter 78: Wrong Choice of Words

-Molly's POV-

Christmas had been an unmitigated disaster. But thankfully, my mother didn’t notice the tension in the room. In fact, the only people in the room who seemed to know anything was going on were Scott, Paul, and me.
I had no idea what was going on between the two of them. But I had a sickening feeling it had to do with me and that ultra-sexy, ULTRA-HANDSY assistant of Scott’s that just happened to show up.
Every time I looked over, she was touching Scott’s arm or trying to rub herself against him. The sound of her all-too-forced high-pitched laughter set my teeth on edge so many times that I thought I would break them. It got even worse when I watched Noah lead Becca out of the room and down the hallway. She had been the one person I could talk to about what was going on, and she left like a puppy following their master.
I had tried not to be jealous of their relationship or abandoned by how easily she walked out of the room with him. I was happy for her! I really was. If there was anyone who deserved to be happy and in love, it was Becca.
I was happy for her…
Francesca’s twinkling laughter slammed into my gut like a fist, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. Forcing a bright smile, I excused myself and headed toward the back gardens.
Even though the party was small and mostly filled with my family, the house felt like it had shrunk.
The night air was bitterly cold, and the snow on the ground was almost as hard as the frozen ground that it was hiding. The once cloud-covered sky had begun to clear, and the stars seemed to shine extra bright. Moonlight bathed the area in its silvery glow, giving the entire landscape an ethereal quality that went a long way to allow my imagination to run wild.
For a moment, my imagination went into overdrive, and I no longer felt alone. A man was with me, there to hold and love me with a passion that would have made even the moon jealous.
"God, you're feeling fanciful tonight, Molls," I chided myself with a sardonic chuckle.
"What is causing you to feel that way?" the voice from the fantasy asked me.
At first, I didn't answer it because I thought it was in my head.
"Molly?" the voice came again, but this time it was accompanied by a hand on my shoulder, letting me know it was real.
Slowly, I let the hand turn me toward the embodiment of my imagination, and I was caught by his bright blue eyes.
"Scott," I breathed out.
The strength of my desire took me by surprise, and I had no way of stopping, even if I wanted to. Scott's passion swept across his face, and before I could even consider stepping back, I was in his arms. He took my mouth with barely controlled hunger that I matched with my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted into him. I hadn't realized until that moment how much I had missed Scott's kiss, and I didn't want it to end. Scott's hands slid down my back, cupping my ass and forcing me on my tip toes.
Our bodies aligned perfectly, reminding me just how wonderfully we fit together, almost as if we were made for each other. A tiny voice warned me that I was being too fanciful once again. But the voice was growing tinier the longer the kiss went on.
His tongue swept into my mouth, dancing with my own and driving me crazy with need. They rubbed together, sending a sensual shiver through my body and settling into the low boil in my stomach.
I felt his hard length grow against my abdomen. It was a heady reminder of my own power over him. I may be trembling and needy in his arms, but he wanted me just as badly. Unable to help myself, I arched into him, purposely rubbing against his hard-on just to feel it grow more.
Scott pulled away, ignoring my low whimper of protest. Slowly, he let me go until I was on my own two feet once more.
"Look at me, baby girl," Scott whispered softly.
I forced my eyes open to meet his gaze, immediately snagged by the depth of emotions in his gaze.
He cupped my cheek softly, his thumb caressing my jawline. "I have missed you, little one."
I swallowed hard as my heart twisted painfully. Scott's words were edged with a longing that spoke to my soul.
"I missed you as well, Master," I whispered back.
He brushed his lips over mine as if he was tasting the words on them. But pulled away without taking it any further.
"After this party, come back to my place with me," Scott stated. "We need to talk without getting interrupted."
The confidence in his tone that said he would not take no for an answer even if I had wanted to, which I absolutely didn't.
"Yes, Master," I replied breathlessly.
My mind began to spin with fantasies of what Scott would do to me once we were alone. My body was burning so hot with desire that I wasn't sure I could wait until dinner was over.
"Master, please, I-"
"There you are!" Francesca's voice pierced the night air. Shattering not only the peace but the spell I was under.
I shoved Scott away from me just as Francesca came into full view. Her eyes were wide as they darted between us, and a light blinked on.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as the light from the moon highlighted a blush that rushed up her cheek. "I'm-I'm sorry. I thought you were alone."
"Well, I'm not. So, what's going on?" Scott asked curtly.
My eyebrows furrowed at how stiff Scott suddenly seemed with his assistant. Francesca noticed, though. The woman winced and stepped back slightly.
"Sorry," she murmured. "Your father wanted me to find you. He thought you had gone off alone."
"Of course he did," Scott murmured. "Please let him know I'll be back shortly, as soon as I'm done talking to Molly."
Francesca looked between the two of us, then nodded and headed back into the house. The intrusion had been short, but the damage was done. The woman might as well have dowsed me in the snow around us. The heat of our passion was gone, and that chill ran deep inside me now. I wrapped my arms around my waist suddenly, feeling the cold through me.
Scott watched her disappear before turning back to me. "Where were we?"
"I believe your dad wants you NOW, Scott. He would be unhappy to know you ignored his summons for me," I warned him coldly. "The last thing you want is to make him think you're choosing a silly teenager over his needs."
"Damn it, Molly!" Scott snapped. "Knock it off."
I put my hand to my chest and gave an exaggerated gasp. "Me? Why? Whatever do you mean?"
"This... this animosity bullshit you have towards my father. You are not helping at all," Scott demanded.
"To start off, Scott, I did not start this whole bullcrap. Your father did when Mom and I returned home and began treating me lower than dirt," I pointed out angrily.
Scott ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Stop exaggerating, Molly! All your gonna do is cause trouble."
"Oh! For god's sake, Scott! Me, me, me. When are you gonna stop taking that man's side? He is being an ass, and I'm not taking it anymore. He's gonna understand what it feels like to be treated like shit for no reason!" I growled.
Scott threw his arms in the air in frustration. "Come on, Molly! All you're gonna do is make things worse! Why don't you try being the bigger person? Just let it go and try to mend fences! You don't have to act so immaturely.''
This time my gasp was genuine and much more furious.