21. I Want You
I WANT YOU
CHELSEA
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My mom and Sean.
My ears started ringing. I looked from the wide grin of my mom to Sean, who was glaring at the floor, his shoes shiny. A sharp pain tightened my chest. Just a day ago, he had fed me, made me crawl, spanked me, and made me cum.
My eyes flickered to the open photo album placed on the coffee table.
There they were. The it couple. My mom looking young with bouncy golden curls, grinning at the camera, in a bright blue short dress with a guy standing beside her holding a red cup and smirking.
His hair seemed darker, features cocky and clothes baggy.
They used to look good together.
“Oh,” I said numbly and took a step back from my mom’s hold. Her smile flattered. “I-I need to use the washroom. Excuse me.”
It was my childhood home. I didn’t need to excuse myself, but I didn’t trust my mouth or what I would blurt out. The thought of my mom and Sean being together made my stomach uneasy.
I didn’t know I had locked myself in the bathroom of my room upstairs until I splashed cold water on my face. It dripped down my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. I had my mom’s blond hair and dad’s blue eyes. I felt hot, my throat uncomfortably dry.
The reality of the situation hit me all at once and I kneeled down, trying to take deep breaths and exhale out of my mouth.
My therapist had taught me to focus on my breaths when my parents were divorcing and I couldn’t stop having panic attacks.
I felt the same way, with my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.
It’s not that bad, Chelsea. They dated when they were young. Barely teenagers. It doesn’t matter .
I repeated those words in my head until I could believe them, but it wasn’t working. I jumped when someone knocked on the door.
“Y-yes?” I was not ready to face my mom just yet. I needed a moment to myself.
I was craving her presence so much that I came on the first bus to Coral Springs. I want to go back to Los Angeles. I wanted to be far away from her. And Sean. How ironic .
“Princess, it’s me,” Sean’s deep voice rumbled through the door. I pursed my lips and stared down at my lap. I hadn’t brought my purse with me in the bathroom, which had my phone. If only I could check the next available bus to Los Angeles and?—
“Can we talk, please?”
I closed my eyes and sighed. I needed a break. From meeting Jesse to learning the man I was crushing on had dated my mom was making me overwhelmed.
I unlocked the door and blankly stared at him. Damn him . Why did he have to be so handsome and worry about me?
“What?” I said, walking past him, our shoulders brushing.
I stared at my childhood room and mentally cringed. Sean is in my room! The small collection of stuffed toys stared back at me. The pink duvet and bed sheets on my queen size bed felt girly and childish.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Why hadn’t my mom changed the sheets when I was gone?
“I didn’t know you were Marie’s daughter,” he said, walking towards me. I ignored his piercing stare and sat down on the bed. But his presence filled my small room, so it was hard not to miss. His masculine cologne and dark suit looked so out of place that my eyes kept trailing back at him.
“Okay,” I replied without looking up at him. What else is there to say?
My eyes widened when he kneeled in front of me, his hand reaching out to hold mine. His hands were warm, large palms covered mine completely. His dark eyes were sincere when he said, “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t know—if I had, you know?—”
I pulled my hands away from his gentle touch. I swallowed. “You’d never pay three million dollars for me. I know.”
His eyes narrowed, and he held my hand again, tightening his hold so I couldn’t pull away. It was wrong, so wrong , but my stomach dipped and I felt heat pooling between my thighs.
“ Wrong .” He closed his eyes and sighed, “It’s fucking wrong, but I’d still pay for you. I want you , Princess.”
My throat went dry. “You’re confused.” I shook my head. “You dated my mom, Sean.”
His jaw clenched, his thumb rubbing patterns on my skin, making me wish he would never stop touching me, no matter how wrong it was.
“Yes, when we were fifteen,” he replied, his tone firm.
“I was confused when I was barely a teenager. I’m not confused now.
I want you.” He kissed my knuckles. “ Only you, Princess.”
My body felt warm at the soft press of his lips. I could feel the tension hovering around us, and the thought of my mom cooking something delicious for me while I’m upstairs in my room with her high school boyfriend made me feel… strange .
“I need some time,” I said, pulling away from his hold and making space between us. I paced around the small space and saw movement across the small window.
“He lives next door?” His voice had an edge to it, staring at Jesse’s room. I blinked when he walked over to my window and closed it shut along with the curtains.
“Yes, our moms are good friends,” I said, not adding the part where they made a pact that they wanted to see me and Jesse get married and have three children. I felt sick thinking about being alone with Jesse, let alone having his children.
Sean turned towards me and I licked my lips at the look on his face. He wasn’t worried anymore. Instead, he looked slightly mad.
“Which reminds me,” he said slowly, prowling towards me. I took a step back and kept backing away until my back touched the edge of my study desk, making me shiver. He didn’t stop until his tie was brushing my top. Sean leaned down, his arms placed on either side of me, trapping me.
“You didn’t pick up my call, Princess,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing over my neck and making me shiver.
“I-it died,” I said truthfully. “I didn’t have a charger?—”
“ Shh ,” he said, eyes so dark they looked like onyx orbs. “I didn’t ask you to speak.”
I closed my mouth and peered at him through my lashes.
“You broke your promise.” He cocked his head, and I felt like a mouse trapped by a cat who was enjoying its hunt. “What should I do with you, Princess, hm ?” He asked, mostly to himself.
My breathing increased. I felt heady from his cologne and closeness. His deep voice purring in my ears didn’t help.
“Buy me an ice-cream?” I said, my voice small.
I knew I was fucked when he chuckled softly.
My eyes widened when his hand wrapped around my neck and he put light pressure on the sides, making me take a sharp breath.
“My little brat wants an ice-cream after scaring me for half a day, hm ?” he said, raising his brow.
I couldn’t help it. He was threatening me, but the playful gleam in his eyes made me want to be his naughty brat.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, gasping when he tightened his hold before releasing my throat and cupped my face.
“You know how I should punish you, Princess?” He asked, his body pressing against mine.
My lips parted when I felt the familiar bulge against my stomach. He was hard as a rock.
“W-what Daddy?”
“I should bend you over this desk and fuck you without letting you cum.”