Sadist • Jared Leto

~chapter fourteen~

Milah's POV

Jared texted me, saying that he's going to come over. I wasn't sure how he was planning on pulling it off, whether he's going to climb up my house like a romantic freak or if he'll teleport into my room - but it's safe to say that I am terrified. Not of him, but of my parents figuring out. Figuring out anything about the contract, about the fact that a man their age took their daughter's virginity, and so on and so forth. Jared says that it's not that big of a deal, and they won't find out until it's out in the media, but that's another thing I'm worried about. 

When they see the trending news about how their daughter and Jared Leto are rumored to be dating, what will they think? I don't want them to hear it from the media, but to hear it from me. But according to the stupid contract, I can't tell them. But if I did end up telling them for some crazy reason, I would never be allowed to see him anymore. They'd probably murder Jared, murder me, then Jared again. Then me again. 

But either way, I'm terrified. 

My friends left the house a couple hours ago, which left me alone in my boring bedroom. 

My thoughts were interrupted but the sound of a doorbell, which made anxiety fill the pit of my stomach. Is that him? 

I quickly opened my door and ran downstairs to see who was at the door, only to find my dad standing in the living room with Jared. My eyes widened at the sight of the two of them who were deep in a conversation, not even noticing me. 

"Um, Mr. Leto. What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice cautious as they both turned to look at me. Jared had a friendly smile on his face, his expression completely different from how it usually is with me. Damn, he's good. 

"I just stopped by to discuss a couple things with you, Ms. McConaughey. Is it alright if we talk somewhere private?" He asked, turning to look at my dad. 

"By all means." He said with a smile, taking a step back from Jared. "Are you hungry, Mr. Leto?" 

"Please call me Jared." He said, grinning widely. 

"Well then call me Matthew." My dad replied, patting Jared on the arm. "So are you hungry, Jared?" 

Jared switched his gaze over to me, licking his lips slowly. "I sure am." 

My heart nearly stopped at the sight of that, and not because of the extremely suggestive gesture, but because it was in front of my father. Although, he didn't seem to notice and simply turned around and headed to the kitchen to make some food, even though we had just eaten dinner.