Father In Law

Chapter 19

I wake up the next morning and find myself in Anthony's bed. I'm still in the same dress as the night before. I get off the bed and look around the room. It's meticulous, without a single thing out of place. Well, except for my shirt and jeans folded on top of an armchair.

Am I supposed to shower in here? The dress is irritating my skin and there are a set of my fresh clothes, but there may be a chance Anthony will have something to say about it, for sure. He doesn't seem like the type to like sharing his space.

Speaking of Anthony, how did he know I was at that club yesterday? No one knew except Linda and Harper. I doubt any of them told him, let alone have his number.

Either he's been following me or he's tracking me. He doesn't strike me as the type of person to follow someone, but then again, I wouldn't put it past him.

I decide to take a shower after all, but continue to think about it, still lingering on his bed. My thoughts halt when the door opens and Anthony comes in.

"You can shower in my bathroom."

I get off the bed and take my clothes on the armchair to the bathroom. It smells just like him. Black ceramic tiles cover the floor and there's a black marble vanity with an oval mirror and gold trim, attached to the wall.

I get into the glass shower and struggle to get out of the sequin dress. After a few seconds of struggling, I manage to peel it off my body.

After using Anthony's soap and drying with what I assume is his towel, I get dressed. Unfortunately, he didn't think to bring me any undergarments. But, then again, I don't want him going through my underwear drawer. There's nothing I hate more than wearing used panties after taking a shower, so I decide to forgo them.

I take my discarded clothes and go straight back to my room and put on my undergarments. After I'm clothed once again, I search for any hidden tracking apps on my phone and find none. How else could he have known? What else can you track? The car?

Suspicion rolls through me. I quickly search up how to find a GPS tracker in your car.

I go into the garage and check the exterior of the car, feeling for any irregularities and finding none. I check in the metal part of the wheels and find nothing. I do a sweep inside and still, nothing. I check behind the bumper and still, I find nothing.

Maybe he did follow me? The last place I can check is the undercarriage. I don't want to get dirty, so I'm careful as I search underneath the car. I almost give up when I don't find anything. I'm about to get up, just when I find a small rectangular box. Aha! Triumph fills me as I pull it out.

I lay it behind the back tire and get into the car, running over the tracker again and again. By the time I step out of the car, the tracker is crushed into smithereens. I pick up all the pieces and storm into the kitchen.

Anthony is there, typing on his laptop.
I don't think about what I do next.

I throw all the smashed pieces at him. His camel colored suit is ruined. Lucky for him, he wore a black shirt underneath, else it too would have been ruined.

He immediately gets up and before I can run, he pins me to the wall, both my wrists beside my head, shackled by his tatted hands.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I narrow my eyes at him.
"I found the tracker you put under the car."

He pushes me further into the wall and our noses are practically touching while my breasts graze his chest.

"Thanks for letting me use your car, but I no longer want it. My car is arriving today. One that certainly won't have a tracker. You're sick, you know that?"

"Shut up. My quota for listening to your shit has reached its limit."

"Let me go."

"Why? After ruining my fucking suit, you think I should let you go?"

"Wow, for someone who apparently doesn't curse, you sure do use foul language. I wonder why this behavior is reserved only for me."

"I wonder why your snarky attitude is reserved only for me. I don't see this attitude coming out in front of anyone else, especially your father."

"There's a difference between my father and father in law, who's the biggest asshole I've ever met."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"He's my blood. He raised me, you didn't."

"No Charlotte. I'll tell you the difference. You want to fuck one of them."

My jaw drops.

"God, you're so-" My words cut off when his hand wraps around my throat and applies the slightest bit of pressure. Liquid fire rushes to my core and my nipples poke through my shirt.

My face burns up.

"What's that?" He stares into my eyes.

"I don't want to sleep with you. You're so s-so full of yourself."

"Am I? Because I've been good to you. Now, I've decided not to be." This time, he fully cups my breast and squeezes hard.

He pulls back and brings me away from the wall, running a hand over my ass and squeezing it, which makes me gasp.
He holds my face in both his hands and stares at me. There's a hidden warmth there. I question if I'm imagining it and for some reason, it makes my lips wobble.

He turns me around.
"Go get cleaned up."

"You know what Anthony? I don't like you very much." It's a total lie. The fact that I don't care much about his behavior says a lot about me.

I turn back around and look at him.

His expression darkens.
"I don't like you very much either. Nothing either of us can do about it."

I go back up to my room and get cleaned up. After I come out, I pack a suitcase for my trip to Chicago.

I go back to the kitchen to eat lunch. Julia prepared risotto. After lunch, I sit on the couch, working on my laptop and checking my emails.

Unknowingly, I fall asleep on the couch and am woken up by delicious aromas.

Julia smiles at me, a plate held in front of her.
"It's pelmeni. It usually have beef or lamb, but for you, I make vegetable filling."

I finish it in record time. It's so delicious.

"Thank you Julia. I really appreciate you cooking stuff separately for me. I can do the dishes."

"Nonsense. I love cooking. You no worry."

I hug Julia and am filled with warmth.

"You are good Charlotte. Sebastian need get head out of ass."

That makes both me and Julia laugh.

"What did I miss?" Anthony's voice makes me jolt, but it just makes Julia smile.

"Anthony, you just in time for dinner. I make your favorite again."

"Thanks Julia. I'll just eat here in the hall."

"Okay, you wait here, I bring you plate."

Anthony doesn't let her bring his plate though, he comes back with his own plate from the kitchen and sits right next to me.