Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 12: Missing Evidence

Mila's pov

Though he'd been distracted moments before, Everett leaned into my space. I could tell he was drunk, especially when he suddenly kissed me. Feeling dazed, I pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, slurring my speech. He laughed.

"What do you mean? You came with me for a reason."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, holding my pounding head. "I already told you I didn’t want to go out.”

"Yeah, but here you are," he said, taking another gulp of beer. Voices picked up as I sought to comprehend what he was saying. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him as he continued.

"You know, everyone said I could conquer any virgin with the BMW I have."

My heart began to pound as my cheeks flushed. I was pissed off that he thought all it took was a car to get me to spread my legs. I burned to tell him the truth about who I really was.

"What the hell are you talking about? Firstly, I'm not a virgin."

"You're not a virgin?" he asked, sipped then scoffed. "That's not what you said to me before."

Thinking back to the texts I'd sent him in the past, I knew I had told him otherwise. He was right.

"Remember? 'I've never truly been fucked'?" he asked me, holding the pint close to his lips.

Shit! At the time, I'd said it to entice him. Now, all I wanted to do was get out of here. Everett was staring at me, his lips partially opened. It only increased his interest in me. Squirming against the stool, I pursed my lips.

"So even after all those naughty pictures you sent me, you're just a tease? Is that what you’re saying? If you need to be truly fucked, as you put it, I can help you."

Without listening to my answer, he pulled me into the bathroom stall and locked the door. In my disorientation, I found it difficult to force him away.

"C'mon, I like you, Mila. I totally want you."

I couldn't speak, my whole body felt weak, but my mind was alert. I always thought I'd be highly excited, dripping and ready to do whatever he wanted but the person in front of me wasn’t the one I wanted.

"I promise to be exclusive," he said as he struggled against me. "Now, let's get you out of that skirt." I was up against the wall, sweating and trying to maintain my posture. Though he had been my dream man only a few weeks before, that wasn't who he was to me anymore. Still, he was appealing, and I couldn't deny I was attracted to him, but it was nothing in comparison to his father.

Just as his sweating palms were about to push my skirt up from the bottom revealing my lacy panties, his phone rang. I jumped, trying to catch my breath.

"Why are you calling me?" he demanded, gripping the phone. His frustrated panting turned into angst grunts as he clicked the phone off.

"Damn it! I have to move my car," he said, gritting his teeth. He left, his cock stiff in his pants as he slammed the door. Once he was gone, I slipped out of the restroom, narrowly escaping. To my relief, I ran into Ada who had come in response to my earlier text.

"Ada!" I exclaimed in relief. Just as she took my arm to help hold me up, one of Everett's friends tried to stop me.

"Just where do you think you're going?" he asked. It felt like I was supposed to stay here under Everett's watch. Ada stood more erect, pushing him away.

"Get off her. She's coming with me."

The rest of the night was a blur but luckily Ada and I made it back to her apartment okay.

The next day I woke up with a hangover, my head banging and feeling weak. I could see that Ada's kitchen was trashed. Bits and pieces of my memory came through enough to know that this whirlwind of objects was due to me. I didn't know what happened; I wondered if any of it had to do with my sexual frustration about Mr. Williams.

Lying on the couch, Ada handed me a glass of water as I ran my hand through my thick, snarled hair. Sitting up, I began to gulp furiously. Though I hadn't drank that much wine, I was completely dehydrated.

"What happened last night?" she asked, sitting beside me in concern.

"Everett texted me," I said. "I'll show you."

I sat up and began reaching for my phone in my pockets. First my skirt, then my jacket. A cold sweat began to form on my clammy hands when I realized my phone was missing!