Chapter Five
“There was
No way out.”
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It took me a moment or two for his words to finally sink in.
I stared blankly at his emerald eyes, his gaze powerful and steady, and I could vaguely feel his thumb slowly knead on the top part of my knuckle in a reassuring way.
“I don’t want your mom, Charlotte. I want you.”
My eyebrows furrowed as the wheels began turning in my head, and Harry watched me closely, trying to gauge my reaction. His face was entirely solemn, however, I could see a truly genuine look by the way he stared at me—there wasn’t a smile cracking on his face, he seemed deadly serious about what he just said.
And my first reaction was to pull my hand away, letting it rest against the window to my right, my other hand rubbing at my forehead. I let out a nervous, timid chuckle, shaking my head. “Very funny. Do you do this to all your girlfriend’s daughters?”
“This isn’t a joke.” Harry replied, his voice barely above a whisper. However, he sounded much louder to me. My chuckle caught in my throat when I could sense the seriousness in his tone, and I turned to stare at him with wide eyes now, his words once again sinking in my head.
He’s…serious?
“Wait,” I said slowly, my entire body freezing in place—my chest tightening. My entire body was bracing myself for him to start laughing, to finally tell me this was just a joke. But I stared at him, waiting, trying to understand, only to have him stare back at me. “Are you actually being serious?”
“I know it’s a little unexpected,” Harry said, “but I’ve always wanted you, Charlotte.”
I’ve always wanted you.
Is he serious?!
He can’t be serious.
He’s dating my mother.
He has had sex with my mum!
“I’m not finding this joke very funny,” I mumbled, my face paling and my smile fading. I suddenly did not want to be sitting so close to him; I didn’t even want to be in this vehicle with him. I really would much rather be at Kaitlin’s house, stuck with Ryder, that to be hearing this sick, twisted joke. I can appreciate jokes of any kind really, but this topped them all. This was worse than the anti-jokes I’ve heard.
“This isn’t a joke.” Harry repeated, his voice more firm. “I’ve always wanted you.” His hand then fell on my thigh and that was when it finally hit me.
Holy hell.
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed, my voice venomous and shoulders hunched in pure horror and repulse. I was fumbling with the door, my hand shaking, desperately trying to find the door handle. His hand tightened around my thigh, his long fingers easily curling around the width of my limb, and I finally found the door handle when I pulled on it—only to have it not open.
Why wasn’t it opening?
“Child’s lock,” Harry read my mind, his voice eerily calm.
“Let me out.” I snapped, my voice slightly trembling. My arms were suddenly feeling cold—so very cold, and it wasn’t because of the cold temperature of his car. I could feel the back of my neck prickle from how utterly uncomfortable I was feeling right now.
