Father In Law

Chapter 28

Charlotte:

I look at Anthony from my seat on the bed. Now, I'm absolutely certain that he's CK. Rubbing my hands on my thighs, I glance at him, preparing to confront him.

He's working on his laptop, sitting on the recliner where he fingered me last night. The memory heats up my cheeks.

"Care to share your fantasy?" I look at him in shock when he pulls down his reading glasses to look at me.

"I'd rather show it to you, but I have something to ask you."

I love how he doesn't go back to working on his laptop, instead giving me his full attention.

"What is it? If you want to ask me if I feel guilty, then my answer is no."

I blush. "No, it's not that. I want you to be honest with me and if your answer to my question is a no, then we will not speak of this subject again."

He nods skeptically. Good.

"Are you CK?"

He removes his reading glasses and sets them on the table in front of him, beside his laptop and runs his hand through his hair.

"I'd be disappointed if you hadn't figured it out."

I gasp. "So I am right?"

"You are."

"Why didn't you tell me?" My anger is inherent in my tone.

"Would it have made a difference?"

"Of course!" I explode.

He crosses his arms across his chest and reclines back.
"So I should have told you that I was the first man who's fucked your virgin pussy? Tell you that, even as you saw me as your father in law, who you were intimidated by, if I must remind you. How would that have made you feel Charlotte? Huh?"

He has a point. A big point in fact.
"You don't have to put it in such a crude way." I say sharply.

"You know nothing about that night was not not crude."

My body lights up taken back to that night.
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I look at the grandeur of the Galanis' residence, which is currently decorated in spooky Halloween paraphernalia.

There's black and orange crystals hanging from the ceiling. Torn, black drapes with golden veins hang around the house. At the entrance, there's a fruit punch bowl being held by skeleton hands. Creepy, ominous music plays through the surround sound speakers and rich people dressed in various Halloween costumes roam the entirety of the house. I didn't put much effort in my costume.

In my attempt of Alice in wonderland, I threw on a black maxi dress over a full-sleeve, white ruffle button up. For extra effort, I even used a black headband for my hair.

I spot a white vase with blood red veins beside me and trace one of the veins. When the vase rattles, I jump back. God knows how much that vase costs.

Hoping no one saw that, I walk further into the house. Most of the guests are wearing masks. For a second, I try to remember if a mask was part of the dress code, but I spot people even without masks, so I decide I'm fine.

I drink some of the fruit punch and a woman bumps into me, causing my fruit punch to spill down my dress.

She doesn't apologize, but I notice her dress is torn. I don't think it's meant to be torn, because her hand is trying to cover it.

"Hey, do you need help?"

She sneers at me. "For what exactly?"

I point to her hand attempting to cover the tear.

"Your hand might not be comfortable doing that for the whole night."

"Did I ask for your help?" She hisses at me.

I blink at her. "No, but I could give you my shirt."

Her demeanor goes from hostile to confused.

I shrug. "I don't mind. Luckily, the punch didn't spill on my shirt, so you should be fine. Let's go to the restroom."

She follows behind me and I go into one of the stalls to remove my shirt. After I come out, I give her the shirt and she just buttons it up on top of her dress, tying the ends into a stylish knot.

"Thank you..."

"Charlotte." I supply for her.

"Thank you Charlotte and I apologize for being rude to you earlier."

"It's alright. Everyone has those days. Well, enjoy the rest of the party."

I walk out of the restroom and collide into a man wearing one of those Scream masks.

"Sorry."

"Do you always let people walk over you? Going as far as to helping them too?"

"Excuse me?"

He tilts his head in the direction of the ladies room. So this man saw that interaction.

I fold my arms over my chest.
"That's not called letting people walk over me. That's called being kind."

"That's how people take advantage of you."

I shrug. "So be it. I believe that whatever you put into the universe, comes back to you tenfold."

I walk away and go to the dance floor. I stick to the wall and try to search for a guy who might be single. The real reason I came to this event in the first place.

I know Father will get me married off to someone of his choosing, but at least I'll get to choose who I give my virginity to. I may or may not like my future husband, and I'd still have to stay with him, without a choice. At least, this is something of my choosing.

The man whom I'd bumped into earlier stands beside me. His black suit is perfectly molded to his body and he smells like woody citrus. I look at his hands and find his ring finger bare of any ring, not even a tan line.

"I'm not married, never have been either."

I cover my face with my hands and turn away.

"Was I that obvious?" I'm mortified.

He tilts his head to the side in acknowledgement to my question.

"I'm sorry." I apologize.

"Sorry for checking me out or sorry for getting caught?"

"Both?"

"You seem to be searching for someone."

At first, I hesitate, but then realize that I'll probably never see this guy again, so I decide to just blurt out the truth.