Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 13: My Phone

Mila's pov

I screamed, "Oh, God! No!"

"What's the matter?" Ada asked me, leaning in, holding my shoulder. She wrinkled her nose in curiosity.

"I don't have my phone with me. I must have dropped it at the bar. This is bad!"

"It's okay, Mila. We can go look for it." She glanced at me, narrowing her eyes but touched my back with care. Though I had no idea what was going on, she was my BFF and agreed to take me back without question.

Hastily, I packed my things up and we went to the bar. The pace of my heart increased as I imagined someone seeing my phone. There were too many secrets and naked photos, not to mention my dirty texts with Mr. Williams. My chest tightened as I pictured what we'd said to one another being seen by Everett.

Cold sweat trickled down my neck. Why had I labeled his contact as 'Mr. Williams'? I should have changed it a long time ago to something more appropriate, like "Sexy ass boss" or "Fucking hot father". Everett wouldn’t know who that was, but who was I kidding? He knew his own father’s number.

Shaking in the fall wind, I rushed into the establishment. The bartender glanced at me as I filed between the stools. Seeing my frazzled appearance didn't shock him like I expected it to. He leaned in as I pleaded my case.

"I lost my phone. I was here last night, and I think I must have dropped it or something."

"Oh, it was taken by the group of friends you were with yesterday."

I burned with anxiety. My supposed group of friends were Everett and his compatriots, people I didn't even know. My resistance to Everett's advances had only angered him yesterday-that much I knew for sure. What if Mr. Williams happened to text me when the phone was in Everett's hands?

Swallowing hard, I thanked the bartender as I felt prickles of pins and needles in my chest. This was wrong; my vision was tunneled as I imagined what was the next best move.

"Ada, can I use your phone? I need to call Everett." My mouth felt like it had cotton in it as I dialed.

Ring...ring...ring...ring...ring. He never answered but I wasn’t surprised.

I held my chest, feeling my stomach drop. My face must have been pale as a ghost as I tried not to faint. Pulling on my hair, I began to pace. I could feel cold sweat trickle down the small of my back.

"Mila, you seem unnecessarily worried about this. What's the big deal if he has your phone?" Ada asked.

I turned to her, realizing I was panting in fear.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked her desperately, squeezing on her arm.

"Of course," she assured me. “If something is wrong, I want to know.”

My chest filled with fire as I decided I needed to tell her. Something wrong was going on.

"Me and Mr. Williams... we've been fucking around."

Ada’s mouth dropped open as she stifled laughter.

"Mila, you are too bold! You've become friends with benefits with Mr. Williams?" she asked me. I nodded, biting my lower lip. I couldn't help but feel titillated, airing our secret to someone else. It was salacious. My fear was only rivaled by my sudden feeling of being turned on thinking about him.

"I can't help but keep seeing him. There are so many reasons," I said but couldn't quantify it. "Besides, I don't really like Everett after yesterday. He was being really pushy."

"I understand. When you came out of the bathroom, I could see his friends trying to pin you down. And I mean, Mr. Williams is really good looking."

"Yeah, I didn't look for this to happen, but I can't resist him. He's like an addiction."

We both tittered and she rested her hand on my shoulder, assuredly.

"Your secret is safe with me."

That afternoon, I attended class in a daze. Everything was jumbled and my head was not on my studies. All I could think about was if my phone was seen and the trouble I'd get into with my family if anyone found out. It was bad enough what Everett and I had been sexting, but the ones from Mr. Williams were a hundred times worse!

When I returned home that night, my father had a stern look on his face. I closed the door behind me, then faced him, quivering in my shoes. I prayed he didn’t know.

"Why didn't you come home last night?" he asked me. "I don't want my daughter running around at all hours up to who knows what."

Internally, I sighed in relief. He had no idea about my escapades.

"What?” I asked, hiding my shaking. “It isn't a big deal. I was at Ada's." My heart was thundering in my chest. I'd have to call her and ask that she lie and say we were in all night.

"Well, how would I have known that? You didn't answer your phone."

"I shut it off and forgot to check it this morning. I'm sorry, Dad." I leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he turned away. I stood back, hurt by his rejection but glad he didn’t have a clue. He rolled his eyes and huffed, entering the kitchen.

If he was this peeved about me being out for one night, imagine if he knew the truth.

Once I was alone, I rushed to my landline upstairs and called Ada. She had no problem covering for me, especially after what I told her about me and Mr. Williams. I could tell we were closer than ever.

When the night came, my stomach was in knots. It was time for our two families to have dinner together, like usual. I took several deep breaths when I saw their car pull up. As I waited for Everett to exit, to my surprise, it was only Mr. Williams.

I felt shocked as I stared into his intense eyes. He had a steeled expression-one I wouldn't normally dare to confront-but my surprise bowled me over.

"Where's Everett?" I asked him before I could stop myself.