My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 29

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Enora:

This was so embarrassing! My hands couldn’t get to my dress. It was rolled so far up my thigh. My face turened ven redder. My underwear was probably on display and this jerk…I punched his back…wouldn’t let me down.

With each step, I prayed that someone wouldn’t see us. I would be so screwed. He promised not to make a scene. Liar!

My hands covered my face. Tears of shame flooded my eyes. I would never be able to show my face to that thirsty receptionist ever again.

“Put me down!” I screamed.

My fists drummed harder on his back but he didn’t even flinch. He held my bag firmly and continued to climb the steps.

We fucking lived on the top floor. That was like… a thousand steps!

“Put me down! God! I hate you so much for…Owww!”

My jaw dropped and colour flooded my face. How dare…

“Did you just spank me?! What is wrong with you?!”

I squirmed violently. I didn’t care if I fell off his shoulder and rolled down a million steps. I would rather be hospitalized than…

“Stop! Spanking me!” My frustration was building up.

“Keep squirming like a salted worm and I will do more than just spank you.”

His voice sounded so calm yet so dangerous. My heart did a little flip, and I surrendered to his brutish treatment. I wasn’t sure how many steps we had left, but it couldn’t be that many.

The silence between us was thin. I tried to control my racing heart but I was shaken. What was going to happen once we got to the penthouse? Was he going to beat me? Yell? The possibilities seemed endless and so was my anxiety. I never knew what to expect with him.

I folded my arms and closed my eyes. The amount of blood rushing to my head was painful and my torso…being across a shoulder for this long couldn’t be good for my back.

“Good evening,” I heard him mutter.

A man in a tank top, shorts, and sneakers, holding a water bottle passed us on the stairs. The shock on his face was etched in my mind forever. I hid my face with my hands.

“Can you please put me down?” I asked softly, changing my approach.

“Will you try to run away because I won’t chase you on a flight of steps?”

I huffed. Of course, I was going to run away! Everyone in this hotel would be gossiping about us. I wanted to get as far away from this place as possible.

“Your hesitation means that you are thinking of running away.”

He adjusted me on his shoulder and I yelped in surprise.

A nasty smile crept on my face. Since I was going to be upside down for so long, how about I dish out some justice.

Mr. Wright paused as my hand struck his butt. My hands flew to my mouth and my body tensed.

Bad call, Enora. What the fuck were you thinking?

He stood there, not moving. My body prepared itself for the worst.

“I can see that you have gotten bolder, Miss Lopez.”

His voice was flat; it scared me. Maybe I should apologize.

“Don’t you dare!” my inner voice screamed at me. “He needs a taste of his own medicine.”

Not that I agreed with the little voice in my head but I wasn’t going to apologize anyway.

Finally, we reached our floor. He put me down and immediately blocked my escape route with his large body. I scowled as he handed me the keycard and gestured for me to open the penthouse door.

My hands shook as I swiped it across the lock and it clicked. There was no turning back now.

We headed inside and I stood in the living room, watching him carry my bag to my room. My insides knotted themselves and so did my fingers. Fuck this was so embarrassing and scary.