Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 15: The Talk

Mila's pov

Instantly, I was let down again as I could see my father's shadow cast on the ground. Desperately, I gripped Mr. Williams.

"I'm dying for you. Please... I don't care about what Everett wants."

Mr. Williams was shaking against me, but he stared deeply into my eyes.

"Avoiding the situation makes things seem suspicious. You need to go talk to him and pretend things are normal."

"Fine," I whispered, my lips trembling, pussy quivering. I felt a mixture of frustration and terror as he pulled me off the counter and smoothed my clothes down.

I began to do what he wanted but then he spun me around and yanked my apron strings. Jerking me back, I turned to him. Pulling me closely, he moved his face to me.

"But not looking like my good girl. I don't want him seeing you that way. You can only look that way for me."

After he balled the apron up, he tossed it at the sink, and I left. I went out with the fruit, greeted Everett, and acted as if nothing was different. Everett glanced at me, his face lighting up. As soon as we were closer, he pulled me in.

"We need to talk," he said quietly. My heart began to pound. What did he have to say? I had no interest in having a conversation about what happened, but Mr. Williams eyed me from afar with conviction.

I had to obey him.

Turning to my mother and father, I said, "We're going for a walk."

As we left, we linked our arms, strolling down the driveway but as soon as we were out of sight, I pulled away. Everett glanced at me, furrowing his brow in confusion. Without waiting for his question, I decided I'd make the first move.

"Last night was a mistake," I said to him as soon as we were out of earshot. "I shouldn't have left with you to begin with."

"I was drunk too, just like you," he said. His lie made my stomach knot up. He was trying to excuse his behavior by saying he was in a stupor which I knew was false. Thinking about him pawing all over me, trying to get his hands up my skirt made me sick now that he was fabricating the truth.

"That's not true and you know it. You're just saying that because I didn't want to fool around with you. You can't take rejection, can you?"

"Mila, you aren't being honest with me," he said. I glared at him unsure why I owed him an explanation. "I know you're seeing someone else. Otherwise, you wouldn't be acting this way."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, scoffing, crossing my arms.

"Who in the school are you dating? Is it Joseph?"

"Really, Everett?" I asked tossing my hair. "Is that the only conclusion you can come to?"

"Well, what else can you tell me? You've been hounding me for months, sending me dirty pictures in lingerie and posing with your vibrator. Now you’re cold as ice. What do you expect me to think?" he asked.

Turning around, I secretly took a deep breath trying to gather my thoughts.

"I need to focus on my internship at your father's company. Then my credits will be sorted out. That’s what has my attention."

Everett sneered at me.

"Why are you suddenly so serious about your grades after all this time?" he asked me. I forced myself not to blush. My time with Mr. Williams was on my mind with full force. It was difficult not to picture Everett's father bending me over and filling me up even if I was directly in front of his son's face.

"This is an opportunity for me. Why can't you believe me?"

"Mila, ever since you've been young, you've only wanted to screw off. School never came easy for you. Obviously, you're naturally dumb," he said. I gasped feeling his comment cut me to the core. I was speechless. "And now, since you didn't dare to fuck me in the bathroom, I know you're a coward and a cock tease."

I grabbed my chest in shock. These were terrifically mean things to say to me that he'd never voiced before.

"Wow, Everett. I really want to tell you to fuck off l but I'm wondering something. Have you always felt this way about me?"

He snickered and pointed.

"You know it's true. Did I hit a nerve?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"If you want to be seen as more popular, dating me would elevate your status. All the boys would want you then. It's a win-win for both of us."

I scoffed and laughed wryly at him.

"I don't care about being popular, especially in college. Who thinks about those kinds of things?"

"Me for one and so should you," he said. "Especially if you want to prove you’re not such a prude," then he leaned in to kiss me. I was about to push him away when his phone rang.