05: caught

Eliana’s POV

One second all was going well and the next, I’m praying that my heart doesn’t explode due to the rapid beating caused by fear.

Knowing full well that Mr. Scott was my dad’s best friend, I should have been more careful and vigilant, considering what I had going on with him. How could I have walked into the room without even peeking to know who exactly was with my dad?

I had walked into the room clueless and oblivious, not realizing Mr. Scott had come to pay a visit. And just like that, I blew everything—everything I had worked so hard for and planned carefully.

“You…” The look on his face was terrifying. My heart beat even faster. I was scared, hoping Mr. Scott wouldn't reveal everything to my dad. But it seemed my dad noticed something was off.

Turning to Mr. Scott, my dad asked, “Is there something wrong?” Afraid Mr. Scott might tell him the truth, I replied in a hurry. “Nothing, nothing. Just that Mr. Scott and I met earlier and he didn’t recognize me.”

My dad laughed and turned to Mr. Scott. “I told you.” Then turning back to me, he asked, “You did recognize him, didn't you?”

“Yes, of course, Dad, I did.” I gave my dad a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. My eyes wandered off to where Mr. Scott stood. There was a look on his face, something in his eyes—in his gaze—a look of disgust. Now he will surely hate me forever. I cannot say I regret what I did, but I do regret lying to him. But if I hadn’t lied to him, he would never have looked at me or touched me the way he did when he didn’t know who I was.

Goodbye to the amazing sex we were supposed to have tonight, goodbye to the dream of finally getting him to fall in love with me, goodbye to my short-lived victory.

“My little Ellie grew into a beautiful, smart, and reasonable young lady.”

“I see… Reasonable indeed.” Those words were said softly, in spite; every word biting deep into my skin, my heart. I wanted to run to him, explain, make him understand, make him see reason—but that wasn’t possible.

I had to sit right across from Mr. Scott while my dad went on and on about my academic achievements, my talent—designing.

“That reminds me, Eliana will be getting into a design school in London. Since you are based more in London, you can help me keep an eye on her.” As if things couldn’t get any worse. If only my dad knew… The look on Mr. Scott’s face was not pleasant; I could only imagine what was going on in his mind.

“Of course.” The word sounded forced. I was certain he couldn’t wait to be out of the house and done with this weird meeting. Mr. Scott’s phone rang; he excused himself and left the room. The perfect opportunity to get to talk to him alone. I waited for a second, maybe two, then excused myself from the room, claiming to have a project I had to complete.

“Mr. Scott! Mr. Scott!” I called out breathlessly as I hurried over to him. “I’m sorry, I—”

“You're sorry? You are fucking sorry?” he said, cutting off the apology I was going to offer. He laughed, a mocking, dangerous laughter. Maybe coming out here wasn’t a good idea, but how could I sit back and watch everything slip away from my grasp?

“I just, I just wanted you to look at me, see me as a—”

I could barely process a good enough sentence. His gaze was so intimidating, yet hot—so hot I was already imagining him punishing me, the kind of punishment I wanted. The kind he'd never bring himself to do after finding out who I really am.

“Shut the fuck up!”

The intensity of his anger washed over me. I could feel the heat of it. Fear and sadness for what I was about to lose filled me. Excitement for what could possibly happen from here consumed me with an intensity. “Spoiled little brat! Do you know what you’ve done?”

“I went after what I wanted,” I replied shamelessly, taking slow, deliberate steps towards him.

“Do you know the gravity of what you’ve just done?”

“I’ve wanted you all my life; you wouldn't even look at me, so I did what I did. What is wrong with me going after what I want?” I asked, annoyed with his reaction. Like, for goodness sake, he enjoyed it too!

“Can you fucking listen to yourself? This is forbidden! You’re my best friend’s daughter for goodness sake; there can't be anything between us.”

I refused to believe him. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him; he just wouldn’t admit it. I walked closer to him, pushing my fear aside. “I know I’m your best friend's daughter; does it matter? I know you want me just as much as I want you. After last night, you can't deny what's going on between us.” I rubbed my hands on his chest, trailing my finger up to his lips and then lower until I got beneath his belt; I felt how hard he was. Even after knowing who I was, he still wanted me.

“If you're so scared of anyone finding out, it could be our little secret. No one has to know about us.” I pressed my chest, my full breasts, against his chest, pressing my abdomen to his bulge. He took deep breaths, his breathing uneven. I smiled inwardly, happy, knowing I still had an effect on him.

“No need backing out, Daddy,” I whispered against his ear. “You want me, you want to fuck me, I can feel it. I’m all yours. After last night—”

“Shut up!” He thundered, pushing me away from him. I can’t tell if it was the force of the push or his voice that had me falling face-first to the ground. I couldn't stop the scream I let out. The fall was unexpected—the push was as well.

Looking up, I saw the look of concern on his face and decided to use it to my own advantage. Well, I did behave like the dramatic girls from movies. Whimpering and moaning in pain—there barely was any pain at all—I allowed some tears to flow. “What’s wrong, Eli?” he asked. Without waiting for a response, he picked me up and into his arms. I leaned into him.

“My ankle—”

“What is going on here?” My dad! How much had he seen and heard?