Chapter 31
1372 Words
(Beckett)
I slipped my arm out from beneath Elodie, watching carefully as her face scrunched up into the most adorable pout.
Fuck, did I just think she was adorable? What the hell is this girl doing to me?
First off, I was just supposed to be watching. But I swear the moment that first moan tore from her chest, my sanity began to slip piece by piece until I blinked my eyes and realized I was finger f*****g the hell out of her.
At this point I'm actually thankful Sunshine is deaf. If she heard half of the s**t I said to her, she would probably think I'm f*****g insane.
Maybe I am. Maybe the inevitable finally caught up to me and I am actually losing my mind.
I pulled my phone out, positioning it right over Elodie's sleeping form, and took a picture, adding it to my collection. This one though is officially my new favorite. Because I actually got to touch her. I got to feel what it was like to have her flesh beneath my fingertips.
I couldn't help but glance at the two fingers that had just been inside of her. f**k was she tight. And those sounds she made would be burned into my mind forever.
I took one last look, not wanting to leave her side and knowing that's exactly why I have to. I was getting attached. I can feel my resolve breaking down with every breath she takes as I slowly begin to back away.
Fuck, why is this so hard? Why did it feel like she somehow reached into my chest and took out a chunk of me? Almost like every kiss and touch we share is her slowly taking more and more of me each time.
I tucked my phone back into my pocket and went to reach for the door, pausing for a moment as I let out an annoyed groan.
That's when I went back and stole one last kiss. I swear Elodie could sleep through a damn earthquake. But I guess that works in my favor.
"For f***s sake, could you try to be a good girl for me from now on? Please?" I mumbled, pulling her blanket up higher before I glanced towards her phone on the nightstand. I swear she needs to learn some basic security skills because she doesn't even have a damn password in place to unlock it.
I flipped through her texts, feeling my annoyance spike as I skimmed past all of Hudson's messages. Desperate much? What a f*****g loser.
"I'm going to tell your dad." I mocked, scoffing to myself. "What are you, five? Prick."
I quickly typed out a message, smirking to myself as I swear I had never felt so giddy in my life, and then hit send.
"That's see how he likes that." I grumbled, deleting the message afterward as I set the phone back down and glanced towards Sunshine once more.
"You look all innocent, but deep down you're nothing but trouble aren't you Sunshine?" I said, reaching for her face once more as I quickly stopped myself, remembering that I was supposed to leave.
Turning on my heel, I walked to the door and slipped out. That's when I felt my phone vibrate, causing my brow to furrow.
I pulled out the device, noting it was a little before 1 a.m. as I saw my dad's name pop up on the screen.
That's when my heart dropped.
I quickly left Elodie's place and locked it up before walking toward the stairwell.
"Dad, is everything okay?" I answered the phone, trying to keep my breathing even as panic began to settle deep in my gut.
My father never called unless there was a reason.
"Beckett, I know it's late but we figured you would still be out celebrating. Congratulations on the win, your coach tells me you scored the winning goal." He said matter of fact, the words he spoke almost sounded robotic. Of course, he was keeping tabs on me. He always was.
"Thank you Sir, I have been trying." I stated, knowing my mother must've been near. He wouldn't have congratulated me if she wasn't because I'm pretty sure Coach Wheeler told my father about a lot more than just me scoring the winning goal.
"Your mother and I are just leaving a charity event. She would like to speak with you before we head to bed." He stated, making me nod to myself as I waited silently.
"Beckett, I'm so sorry we didn't make it to the game. Your father promised we will for the next one. How is school going? Are the professors treating you well?" My mother asked, and I couldn't help but feel that usual guilt rising up.
"Yes mom, everything has been great. I think it's a much better fit here." I lied, hearing her let out a sigh of relief as I noted the exhaustion in her voice.
"Good, that is so good sweetheart." She whispered, causing me to clench my hand into a fist as I heard my father speaking in the background.
"We better call it a night dear, it's very late and I'm sure Beckett needs to rest." He muttered, pushing her off of the phone. Every conversation I've ever had with her was always monitored. It always has been ever since I was a kid.
"Oh, of course, goodnight sweetie. Promise to visit soon?" She asked, her voice sounding desperate as I chewed the inside of my cheek, tasting blood as it trickled across my tongue.
"I will. Goodnight mom." I stated, knowing my father had one last thing to say as more silence filled the call. He must've been waiting for her to leave.
"Beckett, I have decided to move this month's meeting up. I will be arriving in two days."
"What?! Why?" I rushed, having a momentary slip as my father quickly caught onto it.
"Is that an issue?" He asked, making me tamp down these feelings as I straightened my back and stood a little taller.
"No sir, there are no issues at all." I stated, earning another few seconds of silence.
"You know what my conditions are if you want to remain in this family. So please don't disappoint me again. You have run out of chances. You know who will be hurt the most by this in the end. I will see you in two days." And with that, he hung up, leaving me standing there frozen.
She was the only one who ever gave me a real chance. My father reminds me constantly that it didn't have to be me that they picked that day. That I could've been left in the orphanage where they found me. But she saw something in me, something even I struggle to see.
Travis Storm didn't want me, he made that very clear from the start. I don't think he even likes children in general if I'm being honest. But the one thing Travis loves more than his wealth would be his wife, Willow. And for some reason, Willow Storm chose me, and I will never understand why.
I just had to make sure not to screw it up. Because the type of monster who brought me into this world is enough to scare even the fearless and cold hearted Travis Storm.
But would it be enough to scare my Sunshine?
I closed my eyes, letting my back hit the wall behind me as thoughts of Elodie washed through me, bringing that calmness right along with it.
I don't know how it got to this point, but that moment she stepped into my room waiting for Hudson I knew something inside of me changed.
That primal possessiveness that I tried so f*****g hard to never feel clawed its way out, laying its claim on Elodie Jones and I don't know if I can stop it.
I don't know how far this s**t might go, but if I'm anything like my real father. Elodie should be afraid, very f*****g afraid because the monster that lives inside of me, doesn't like to share.
And now that I've had a taste, I fear it's already too f*****g late.
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