Chapter 7

Missy

The drum of music wasn’t helping slow down my pulse. Neither was the fruity drink that some random man bought me--not it that stopped me from drinking it. I was on an edge that I just couldn't back down from no matter how much I had to drink. Dancing only seemed to make things worse, even when it came to dancing with Jenna. All the sweat soaked bodies pressed together didn't help. I had gone to the bar with the intent of getting a breath when I decided maybe I should try to find a replacement for Mr. Hollister instead.

There were enough men here to offer up a distraction. It shouldn't be a hard thing to do. But I couldn’t help moving to the beat of the music, yet the first prospective man only proves himself to be an idiotic boy. "Hey baby," he purred in my ear as he slid into position behind me. His hips moved against my ass, igniting the sting from the paddling it got earlier. "How about we take this fun on the dance floor?"

"If I wanted to be out there," I pulled away and turned around. "I would be."

And it was a boring string of boys who offered up no sort of temptation at all. It got to the point that instead of giving them any sort of attention I just rolled my eyes and waved them away. I pulled my phone out as my fun seemed to dwindle into drinking at the bar. On a whim I couldn't explain, I Googled him.

Geoffrey Hollister. There he was. I couldn't help but stare at as I downed drink after drink. He was forty-five, something I knew before I even looked him up this time. It didn't faze me a bit. I thumbed through the information until I came up with an address. It looked real. It wasn't in Seattle proper but out in the suburbs that I bet only catered to rich households. It wasn't far from my parents’ own large home.

After looking up Mr. Hollister, I set out to find Jenna. She was in a throng of dancers, moving to the beat and seemed completely lost to it. I wedged in front of her between a man that didn't seem too keen on giving up his spot until he noticed I was female. I drew in close and found her ear. "I'm getting out of here."

She pulled back, her face clouding with confusion. "It's still early," she hollered back at me. “Why?”

I stopped dancing and so did she. Granted, that didn't stop the rest of the crowd. “I have a boyfriend,” I shouted back to her. “I’m not into this anymore.”

The confusion was evident, but she didn’t stop me. “Be careful,” she hollered at me in response.

I held up my phone and showed her the Uber app where I had already hailed a ride. She gave me a thumbs up and I started to ease out of the dance club. I found my way back to the bar, ordered a shot and when the app informed me my ride was here, I determined that's where I would be going.

It took about thirty minutes before I got to the elaborate mansion that seemed fitting for the man I worked for. I gave the driver an extra tip and made my way up the sloping hill to the modest front porch. I didn't think about the time, though the last time I glanced at my phone it was right around three. I banged on the door with a fist. I was going to confront him. I was going to give him a piece of my mind for denying me.

I was going to make him fuck me because he couldn't leave me like this. I noticed the doorbell and I started tapping on it as I hammered my fist on the door. I wouldn't be ignored anymore. When the door finally opened I launched myself at him without paying attention, "Please." I was back to begging. "You can't leave me like this for the entire night."

"W-what?" The man caught me in his arms and held onto me.

"I need you." I felt my breath hitch. Was I so desperate I was going to cry?

"Trevor? Is that you?" Mr. Hollister's voice cut through my fogged mind and I looked up to see that he wasn't who was holding me.

"Missy?" Trevor looked just as confused as I felt.

Dammit. I slapped him hard without thinking. Why couldn't he be his father? I heard heavy steps coming down the stairs. "I hope you didn't text your girlfriend to come over. I would rather not deal with this shit tonight."

"It's not," he said in his defense, and I could see the open confusion on both of their faces when Mr. Hollister finally got a look at me.

"Missy, what are you doing here?" He didn't sound angry, at least that was a saving grace.

"I'm pretty sure she's drunk," Trevor offered to his father. "You can smell the alcohol on her breath."

"Missy." Mr. Hollister looked rightfully angry. "It's too late to deal with this right now. You need to leave." He started to corral me out the door. "I'll have to talk about this inappropriate behavior with your father," he growled in my ear. I didn't even get a chance to protest or plead with him to please just fuck me.

Instead, he deposited me out onto the front porch. That's when the tears finally started to fall and they fell hard. I slumped onto the front step and didn't bother to try to stifle them. My vision was blurred and I got to the point where I didn't even bother with my phone. I just sat out there and sobbed.

I don't know how long I was out there, and I hoped I wasn't that loud with my crying, but I heard the door open behind me. "Come on." His voice was stern. I had a wild notion that he might spank me again. But all he did was lead me inside.

"Please," I started, hiccuping. I hadn't gotten myself under control yet. I wasn't expecting him to bring me inside. I wasn't expecting any of this to happen. "Please," I repeated. I couldn't even get out that I wanted him, that at this point I needed him. I was just too distracted with the arm he had around my shoulders and the smell of him.

"No." His voice was hard. "You are going to sleep this off." It was a command that I couldn't argue with. "And this is never going to happen again. Do you understand?"

I nodded numbly as he led me up the stairs and into what I took to be a guest room. He even went as far as to tuck me into bed.

There was no more scolding, no threats of calling my father. All he did was put me to bed. I felt so exhausted after all of it, from work to the dance club to now, that it didn't take me long to drop off. I could regret my bad decisions in the morning.