Saving Elliot ©2015 Sydney Wray

Chapter 15-Fraud

I rushed to the door and called, "I've got this Damion!"

Swinging it open, Hailey stood on the doorstep. I smiled, "Hi, gorgeous."

She smiled, stepping forward and kissing my cheek. I was dressed to impress; only my kind of outfit wasn't the usual suit and tie. It was a pair of jeans with a semi-formal long sleeve shirt.

I closed the door behind her, and watched her walk toward the kitchen. I grinned, sneaking up behind her and looping an arm around her waist. A small squeal came from her mouth, before I put a light finger to my lips to signal silence. My father was home.

I pulled the door to the basement, and slipped inside with her. It was dark, but before I got to close the door Hailey's lips smashed into mine.

I put a supporting hand on the back of her head, my fingers running through her hair. My other arm found it's way snaked around her waist. She pressed herself into me, deepening the kiss. I lowered my hands and hoisted her up to wrap her legs around me.

We were against the wall, and I was just hoping we weren't any way near the steps. After all, we were on the landing.

Right when my hand slipped accidentally under the back of her shirt, the door swung open. I broke the kiss, Hailey still on me, as we stared blindly at my father.

A small gasp filled Hailey's throat as she jumped off me, biting her lip in humiliation.

I swallowed, running a hand through my hair. "Father."

"Elliot." He said, than glanced at Hailey. "Hailey, how...nice it is to see you again. Especially when you're on top of my son."

She shifted uncomfortably, not replying.

I clenched my jaw. "Father."

"Actually, this is the perfect time. Would you two please meet me in the living room?"

I looked at him suspiciously, but he merely stepped aside and held out a hand toward the living room.

I held out a hand to her, and she took it as I stepped our first to lead her.

We walked into the living room together. My father sat, scrolling through his phone.

Without looking up, he called, "Diana! Please bring in some tea."

Tea? What was going on?

Seconds later, Diana came bustling in with cups of tea on a platter.

Hailey sat on the leather couch, and I sat next to her.

Diana left the room after handing us our cups, and my father pocketed his phone. "So, I just want to get down to it."

He had a wicked look on his face, though I couldn't decipher it.

"Hailey," he started, smiling at her, "I just thought I'd get to know you."

I squeezed Hailey's hand in mine, reassuring her.

"What would you like to know?"

His fake smile was making me sick. "How about we start with where you live? Elliot has told me you are in the North Side."

I looked at Hailey, and I noticed her eyes had a glint of knowing in them as she stared at him. "I do. Just north of Venice beach."

"Interesting." He nodded. "Now, what do your parents do?"

Now, I was curious. She had ever mentioned to me what profession they had.

"Um, my mom's a teacher."