4. Anton
Chapter 4
Anton
I sit in my car as it idles on the opposite side of the road to where Scarlett is in a bar with her friends.
My jaw aches from clenching my teeth not only because she disobeyed me but also at each time she flings her head back and laughs at what her male friend says.
It’s not like I haven’t watched her from afar before, but then I was merely a stalker, but today, I’m her guardian and I’m fucking fuming with her. One day and she is already going against me.
Me. The man who has had her back whenever her father has said disgruntled, and sometimes unkind, things about her.
She doesn’t know how much I've protected her in the past.
But I’ll bide my time before I make my move. Because when that happens, she won’t have a clue what hit her.
But right now, my sole focus is getting her in the car and then home. Then...who knows?
I’ve gone crazy the entire day, since seeing her this morning, hearing her whimper as I held her against the wall. Then, like now, I want to lick every inch of her skin, want to take her mouth and claim it the same way I’m going to claim her body.
Because she is mine.
And I know she is fighting this attraction as much as I am.
But I'm not fighting it any longer.
I picture her from this morning, her eyes on mine as her teeth scratched over her lip, and my cock throbs. I push my hand over my hard length. It’s been hard since this morning, damn it’s been hard since last night when she shimmied past in her tiny pajamas, and it didn’t matter how much I relieved myself. The ache comes back just as fast.
I know I need to be inside of her before I am truly satisfied.
It’s also the reason I’m so fucking grouchy.
And that is why I’m going to spend every minute of the time we have together, convincing her why she should believe me. Because I’ve seen the way Scarlett looks at me. I know she feels the same way about me.
I push at my throbbing cock again. At the same moment, my mobile rings and I groan seeing my ex-wife’s name. I know she wants something, she always does. Luckily, the thought of her has deflated my dick with just a single glance of her name.
“Hello.” My voice is gruff and harsh, and I have high hopes I’ll get this call over with and get back on with my plan for tonight.
“Hey Ant, I want to run something by you. Are you free for dinner tonight?” Her voice is all soft and sensual and I know it means she wants something.
I bite my tongue so I don’t lose my temper. I don’t want my focus taken away from Scarlett at this point.
“Sorry, I’ve got something important happening tonight. What’s the problem?” I learned my lesson, and it is easier to get straight to the point with my ex-wife.
“Lunch tomorrow? Or do you still work on a Saturday?” she asks.
“What do you want, Cassandra?” I hiss.
My blood roars in my ears as Scarlett leans into the man to her right as she listens to him whisper against her ear. I squeeze my phone so tightly in my hand, I’m surprised it hasn’t turned to dust.
The temptation to tell Cassandra to piss off is sitting on the edge of my tongue.
I’m tempted but; I don’t.
“A loan,” she whispers, but I catch it and laugh.
“I think I gave you enough when we divorced. You insisted on hiring an expensive lawyer instead of taking what I offered. I told you the day would come that you would regret that decision.”
“I just need a couple of hundred thousand dollars. I’ll pay you back at one percentage above the rate you would get from the bank,” she says.
“I gave you four million dollars in the divorce. And you’re married to a footballer who earns in a month more than what you’re asking me for.”
“He’s a gambler...and we’re going to lose our house.” Her voice breaks over the mobile. “I wouldn’t ask unless I was desperate.”
“And I’d have to be stupid to loan money to a gambler,” I say as I watch Scarlett. This morning she wore no make-up and her big blue eyes were as hypnotic as always. The way I always found them when I stared at her.
This morning, her dark brown hair was tied high in a ponytail. Now it’s floating in shiny waves down her back. As she takes a sip of her drink, blood heats in my veins. It should be because my ex-wife asked for money, but Scarlett is the reason my nerves are fraying at the edges.
“So you’re refusing? We were married for four years. Did you feel nothing for me?”
“Yes, and no. Now, if you don’t mind, I really need to get on with my job,” I say.
There’s an enormous sigh down the phone, and I know Cassandra, which means I know this isn’t the end. “I’ll get you back for this.”
She always needs to dig in the knife and twist it just at the right time. Luckily, I know her all too well.
“And I need to go. Goodbye.” I smile and end the call and get back to why I am here and glance into the bar as Scarlett keeps sipping on her wine.
If she keeps drinking, I am going to charge into the bar and throw her over my shoulder, where I know she’ll start kicking and screaming. But I don’t care because once I get her back to my home, I’ll show her who is in charge and it isn’t my darling Scarlett.
I know why she is acting like she is though and I’ll give her a little time out with her friends before I call time on her great escape. Her father, regardless of her being the forgotten child, thinks she is easier to deal with by giving her whatever she wants. Money, gifts...anything but his time.
But she isn’t allowed to drink alcohol outside the home, and this is her rebelling against what he wants of her—to be a top lawyer, like her sister, but he wants it without motivating her.
And this is her saying, fuck you , not me but, her father. For not loving her the way he loves her sisters.
She pushes her chair back and stands before she disappears from the table and my view. One guy keeps looking in the direction she went.
Does she have a boyfriend?
Her father mentioned nothing about any men in her life. He told me she never has the time, and that she is a good girl that likes to study.
Which really means he never asks her.
Finally, Scarlett strolls back to the table where her friends are at, but she is looking out of the window. I glance down the street at where she looks and then back to her and I think she’s spotted me.
Fucking good job.
“Now come to me,” I mutter.
Because Scarlett has always been mine and now she is nineteen, I am going to finally have her. Because ever since her delectable curves hit a year ago, I’ve wanted her for my own. It was probably about the same time my marriage went downhill. Not that it was ever on a high. Cassandra and I were two people who had very different dreams, and once I realized how much I wanted Scarlett, I was happy to let go of her.
I smile as Scarlett’s hands ball into fists and thrust against her hips. She raises her eyes to me in a ‘ you-can’t-be-serious way.’
I am.
I give her a smile in return.
I should leave her to have fun with her friends. And I really should not be lusting after my friend’s daughter, either. There’s a thirteen year age gap but to be honest, I’ve stopped giving a fuck. I want her.
My smile turns into a grin as she storms across the road. Even now, as I watch her stride towards me, her face is stormy, like she is about to kick off, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
“Fuck, what am I doing?” I murmur.
It’s just a momentary blip as I second guess what I’m about to do.
I take a breath as I watch her slender legs in those high-heeled shoes taking confident steps across the road.
Her body is wrapped in a tight, black, short dress, and if I’d have known she was wearing it, I would have locked her in her room the entire day.
I lower the window, trying to control my raging cock, which jumps at each step she makes, and say, “We were supposed to have dinner together.”
“And I told you I had plans.”
“Get in the car,” I hiss.
“No, I’m sleeping at Hetty’s tonight.” Her shoulders are back and her spine straight as she tilts her head to one side and pouts.
“Scarlett,” I warn. I love the taste of her name in my mouth. I know I am going to love tasting so much more of her. “Be a good girl and get in the fucking car, before I get out and spank your ass over the hood of the car.”
Her mouth opens wide and a little gasp sounds. “Anton,” she whispers. “I’m just having a night out with my friends.”
“Scarlett, I’m going to count to three.”
She stares...
“One.”
She purses her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, making her pert tits appear larger.
“Two.”
Her eyes raise defiantly as she tilts her head to one side.
“Three.” I push open the door to my car.
“Ugh. I am coming. But I need to tell Hetty I’m leaving,” she whisper-hisses at me before glancing back to the bar, and at her friend.
“You can send her a text.”
She growls a little under her breath, and a couple of minutes later, she is sitting next to me in the car. “This is ridiculous.”
“Thank you,” I say, turning to her.
My response flummoxes her. Her body almost melts into the seat. “It’s not so hard being a good girl... is it?”
Scarlett sits seething, but strangely, that turns me on.
I pull away from the curb a second later.