Suppressing Desires for the CEO

Chapter 11

Scott and I ate dinner in silence. "Eat something" were the only words that had been spoken since my outburst. I knew I had shocked him. But he hadn't said much. I felt more comfortable as I finished the delicious meal before me. I could tell he was thinking. Every time I spared him a glance he seemed to have a slight frown and be concentrating on his meal more than he should. I was stewing with the news myself. My colleagues would want to know who the father was and when they found out I would be a naughty scandal. Maybe I could quit? Or never tell anybody? Could that work?

Scott cleared his throat and I looked up. He was smiling.

"I'm happy Rachel." He said, "in every sense of the word. I want you to know that." He came and sat next to me taking my hands in his. I immediately felt relief, comfort, and as he looked at me with genuine excitement, tears began to roll down my cheeks.

Scott let me cry, taking me onto his lap like a dotting boyfriend and holding me close. I laid my head on his shoulder and held him back as I accepted his embrace. I was exhausted and somehow he was my haven. In that moment I knew I loved the father of this little joyful surprise. And it scared me so much more. My eyes drifted closed after a while, as I sniffed his neck and loosened my grip on his shirt.

He effortlessly picked me up, and I didn't wake fully or protest as I felt him carry me into a dim-lit room, place me on the bed, and removed my clothing. I was long gone by the time Scott pulled a baggy shirt over my head and tucked me in, before joining me on the other side.

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It was early in the morning when I heard Scott's name being called out by someone. I didn't want to open my eyes back into the world, and when the hands he had around me slipped away I felt cold. I heard him slip out the room quietly. I rolled over and took a deep breath. His bed smelt and felt divine. Everything about him had me feeling nostalgic and a little yearning for him.

After a few minutes I made my way tentatively downstairs hoping whoever was calling him had left. I didn't feel self-conscious in his baggy shirt until I rounded the corner to see a middle-aged black lady dressed in a suit leaning over Scott's shoulder as they looked at a tablet before him. I started backing away to avoid being seen when a voice on my left spoke.
"Well well well. Who do we have here?" I panicked and turned to run when the man - who I recognized from the media was Scott's father - put a gentle hand on my shoulder causing me to pause, "don't be scared love."

At this time Scott and the lady were looking at me. I wanted to shrink and disappear.

"I ...I'm.." I stuttered.

"You are scaring her." The lady spoke gesturing for me to sit in a chair across from Scott.

I shrunk into it and tried to tame my hair. The whole ordeal was embarrassing.

"At least now we've solved the mystery of the two dinner plates left on the table last night."

I blushed profusely.

"I'm Linda. This bad-mannered man is Scott's father James."

"I didn't mean to intrude." I finally found my voice to utter.

Scott smiled at me, "It's okay Rachel. How are you feeling?"

"I'm better."

James and Linda looked between us. Linda waved her hand to get attention off Scott and me.

"James take a seat. Your coffee is getting cold."

Scott's father sat and looked at me intently.