Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 2

Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?

I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.

My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed.

Everett: What underwear are you wearing? Send me a selfie please.

I crossed my legs getting slightly wet but the guilt and embarrassment made my stomach feel filled with knives. This was our usual banter, which was back to what I expected. My core surged as I pursed my lips eagerly. I’d love to be able to let go and get into the moment but… But I'd sent the pictures to his father of all people!

Screw it. I already had the photos, so I might as well use them. Just as I was pulling them up and close to hitting send, another message popped up on top, covering the draft I'd begun to write.

Mr. Williams: See you tonight. Looking forward to it. [smiley emoji].

My heart I realized that I sent these dirty pictures to Mr. Williams other than Everett, AGAIN!

Oh my God I am so stupid! With my heart racing, I withdrew the picture making sure, "Delete for everyone" was selected, hoping he didn’t see it.

My hands were soaked as I touched the screen, making it stop responding. Clicking my tongue in annoyance I held the case, turning the phone dark, then wiping it on my trembling knee. When I turned it back on, I saw the message from Mr. Williams again.

He saw it. He sent me a emoji again.

Dropping my phone to the desk, I closed my eyes in surrender, holding my temples in my thumb and middle finger. As I crossed my arms on my desk, I could smell my perspiration as I flopped my forehead to my arms.

My phone flashed again. I could barely stomach looking at it. It was Everett.

Everett: Where's my hot pic? Thought you said you wanted to show me exactly what you look like underneath those clothes. Guess I'll have to see it later in person. [angry red emoji face]. Tease.

I didn't respond becasue my professor was staring at me.

Later that evening, my stomach filled with dread as I heard Mr. Williams's car pull into our driveway. The door slammed shut at almost the exact same time.Once father and son entered I clutched my hands together to hide my shaking. Everett's dark brow was slanted and his eyes were narrowed at me. Apparently, he did not satisfied with me not sending my pic.

Soon, that became the least of my worries, as Mr. Williams pulled one of my hands loose, gallantly kissing the top, like a real gentleman. My palms were covered in sweat as he held my soft skin to his masculine mouth.

Was it a mistake that his lips were between my index and middle fingers? Almost like he was kissing between my legs but no, it couldn't be. That was all in my head.

Had to be. God what a pervert I was.

I blushed at his chivalrous nature, our eyes connecting once. Everett became insolent and tugged my arm. My burning cheeks were flaming as he clutched me, trying to lead me to another room.

"Let's go have some alone time. You owe me something," Everett said in a suggestive tone. It was what I wanted, yet I couldn't take my eyes off his father.

"Son, it's time to eat," Mr. Williams insisted, our eyes locking once more. I didn’t know if he was deliberate or not, but I released before I gave him an appreciate look.

We all politely joined together at the dinner table with my mother and father who were happily waiting.

A bling-bong of Everett's notification sounded to me. I glanced at it, my elbow on the table, holding the phone on my knee.

Everett: Go back to the bathroom, take your clothes off and wait for me.

I picked my head up and glared at him across the dinner table feeling a spike of annoyance pang my chest. Maybe I should show his father. That made my adrenaline spike realizing I wanted him to see. Hot!

Licking my lips, I wiggled in my chair and glanced at Mr. Williams. Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, Everett was primed for revenge.

"You know, Mila's been working on photography lately," Everett said to my father, an eager half smile on his mouth as he raised one brow at me. I pushed my lip up and shook my head once but it was too late.

"Excellent! She's always enjoyed art, it only makes sense she'd progress to pictures." My father clapped his hands once and then opened them. "Can I see these fine photos?"

I was terrified, he was threatening me!

I looked at him as he was ready to take out his phone with a smirk.