Chapter 83: Never Should Have Fallen

-Molly's POV-

Scott was not swayed by my brush-off, not that I really expected him to be. However, I did not expect the slow, wicked smile that crossed his lips. The damn sexy curve of his lips seemed to only grow as I tried to figure out what had caused him to look so happy.
"You're forgetting one thing, baby girl," he replied with a wicked edge to his words as he pulled out the keys to his car. "You're not going anywhere without a car."
Shock raced through me but quickly turned into indignation. "That's absolutely ridiculous, Scott! You can't keep me here! I'm not a child that needs to be grounded!"
Scott nodded. "You're right; you are NOT a child. You are an adult that should be taking care of herself. But if you won't, I will! Or do you want me to go get your mom?"
I knew, especially after last night, that it was not just an idle threat. It was also the worst threat he could have used on me. Of course, I didn't want him to go get my mother. At least with Scott, I had a CHANCE to win the argument.
I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrow at him. "You know, threatening to tell my mother about me is kinda the same as treating me like a child."
"Your health is vital. Do you remember the rules, Molly?" Scott asked.
My breath caught in my throat at the reminder, and a wave washed over me. The need, the overwhelming desire to submit to Scott. His rules rushed through my head, and every word was etched into my soul. My eyes dropped to the ground by his feet, unable to stem the desire to submit to him.
Everything in me knew that I belonged to him. No matter how hard I fought or wanted to ignore the feelings, I would always belong to him.
His finger moved under my chin to lift my head up so I could meet his gaze. His icy blue eyes were burning as they trapped me completely.
"Baby girl, what are my rules?" Scott implored softly.
"Trust your Dom. When he asks a question, I need to answer. When he tells me to do something, I'm to do it to the best of my ability,” I repeated, my voice just as soft as his.
Scott gave a lopsided grin. “And…?”
“Rule number four, see rule number one,” I replied, ducking my head to hide a smile.
“Good girl,” Scott purred. “Now that you know that, and I’m sure you know that, I will leave you to get back into your jammies. Then you get your cute ass back to bed so you can rest for the rest of the day.”
My heart twisted as I tried to fight it for a rational answer. More than likely, the answer would be: “Kiss my ass.” But those words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. However, neither would the words: “Yes, Master.”
I nodded and looked away, trying to get my emotions back on the same page as my head was. It was screaming at me to stop letting this man back in and giving him control. But no matter how loud that voice was, it was not enough to drown out my need.
Scott nodded back and moved out of the room so I could get into my pajamas. “I’ll be back in 20 minutes. I expect to see you in bed when I get back.”
He didn’t wait for a response, not that I’m sure I could have given him one, even if I knew which answer it would be. As soon as the door shut, I stared at the dark hardwood, trying to process what had just happened.
Scott had “Dommed” me, and I had allowed him to. More than that, I had wanted him too. But I shouldn’t have let him know that. I needed to continue reminding him that I was not his to boss around. That had been working until he had breezed into my bedroom and caught me getting ready to head to Becca’s.
When he had used that quiet voice on me and that steady gaze that screamed of confidence. There was a certainty that I would submit to him. That is what triggered it more than anything else. I could have stood up to his yelling and barking demands; that was no problem.
But the quiet confidence that screamed of him being a Dom, MY Dom, was something I couldn’t ignore.
“But I HAVE to,” I said to my reflection as I walked over to the dresser. “I can’t let Scott think that he has any more control over me. Not when he is still under his father’s finger and unwilling to listen to me.”
But I had no idea how to do that, especially not with only 20 minutes to plan. But there had to be something that I could do to show Scott that he had no control over me. My eyes caught on my phone, and a plan came to mind.
Scott was expecting me to lie down and rest for the day. He was worried about me, and honestly, I didn’t blame him. I had been up for about an hour now. For the first 30 minutes, I had been on again, off again, gagging and throwing up. Once that bout of nausea had ended, I felt better and was even more confused.
But the part that had unnerved me the most, I was upset that Scott was not there to comfort me. It had taken too long for me to finally convince myself that it was alright that Scott hadn't been there. But that was just further confirmation that I needed to put more distance between us.
No matter how badly it hurt.
Moving over to the bed, I sat down and allowed my plan to form. It would make for a tough evening if Scott continued to push. But I would have to stay strong… and call in reinforcements.
I grabbed my phone and sent a message to the one person I knew would always have my back.
-Let’s go do something fun tonight!- I texted Becca.
As I waited for her response, I hurried to the dresser again. But this time, I was not looking for a clean set of p.j.’s. I dug into the drawers trying to find the cutest, sexiest clothes that I owned.
There was a club downtown that I used to go to with some friends before Williamina had married Paul. I hadn’t gone there in a while and didn’t even know if it was still in business. But tonight, I wanted to let loose and have fun. Maybe meet someone to help me forget Scott, even for a bit.
I pulled out the dress I had worn the first night in Paris. Unbidden, the memory of my first kiss with Scott came to mind, and a shiver raced through my body. It was like the memory was soaked in the dress, and I would never touch it again without thinking of him.
“Unless I make new memories in it,” I said aloud as I tossed it on the bed.
My phone rang out, letting me know that Becca had finally gotten back to me, and my plan finally began to take shape.
-Let’s do it-
We were going on the prowl tonight, and I would finally find a way to quell this craving for someone I never should have fallen in love with.