Whatever He Wants

"Try me."

"And I told you not to! How did you get in here?" I ask and look out my window, expecting it to be open. The rooms at my house were at the second level, but I knew that wouldn't deter him.

"Your mom let me in. She's a lot nicer than you are," he states amused. I groan and pull the blanket over my head, collapsing back on the bed. I throw a mini tantrum and kick my feet while I scream into my pillow.

"I hate you," I scream in hopes he'd hear me.

"Don't say that, Love. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he says as he pulls the blanket off me and stares me in my face.

"I told you I was okay. My mom will now never stop harassing me about you and I'll have to listen to grandchildren wishes all day long and she'll ask where you've been all this time. She'll tell my whole family. My aunts will video chat you. I'm going to be sick," I say as I roll on my stomach and face plant into the bed. I hear him chuckling over me and he rubs my back while moving the hair from the side of my face so he can somewhat see me.

"I hope you take me seriously now when I say that when I'm going to do something; I will. Next time don't turn your phone off," he says. I furrow my brows and look into his eyes. It's hard and steely, unmoving and I know without a doubt he's mad and serious.

"Why are you so invested in me?" I ask desperately.

"Because, I like what I find in you," he answered easily enough.

"What else did my mom say?" I ask, waiting for and answer so I know how I can go about with damage control.

"Nothing. I didn't see you parents. I'd like to make a better first impression," he finally says. I relax, but then a question arises in my head and I voice it.

"So how did you get in?"

"Your front door. It's easy when you have keys," he tells me and dangles a set of keys in front of my face.

"And how do you have keys to my parent's house?" I ask incredulously.

"The same way I have keys to yours," he answers seriously and holds another key up in the same ring. My eyes get big and I try to snatch it, but he just laughs and put it out of my reach.

"You jerk! Don't you have better things to do?" I ask.

"I do, but you're a lot of fun," he says as he tucks the keys back in his pocket. I eye it and when I look back at his eyes, he's smirking at me.

"Don't even try it unless you want a spanking," he issues as if he's read mu train of thought. My eyes expand and I gasp.

"You would not!"

"Try me," he dares in an overtly relaxed pose.

"Can you please leave before my mom finds you?" I plead.

"Only because you asked so nicely. Call me when you get home," he throws over his shoulder and disappears just as quickly as he showed up. I stare at the door for a long while wondering what his motive was.

The sound of my mom's voice calling me snaps me out of my trance and I get up and go downstairs.

"Paxy, are you staying the night?" she asks hopefully.

"No, Mom. I'd love to, but I'm scheduled for surgeries tomorrow."

"That's alright sweetheart. Make sure you come back down again- oh and don't forget your father and I are coming into town in 3 days. We need to do something if you're free."

"Okay, Mommy. Just call me. I love you. I'll go say bye to Dad and head out now," I told her. She gives me another hug and a kiss and I'm on my way to find my Dad. After saying bye to both of them, I am on my way back to my house.

The whole ride back to my place was spent analyzing Carter and the past few days. I seriously didn't know what to make of him and I didn't know if he was serious about me calling him. Deciding that I don't want a re-occurrence of earlier, I decide to text him when I get home.

True to my plan, as soon as I get home; I shoot him a text letting him know I'm back. I don't get a response, so I assume he's busy and I just resume with my normal schedule for the night. First, I pack my lunch for the next day in a cooler and set it in the fridge and then I start the prep work for my overnight oats for breakfast. I also set the time of my coffee machine to make coffee by the time I roll in my kitchen. I thoroughly believed that the greatest key to a smooth morning was prep work at night. Moving to my room, I set my scrubs aside and undergarments for the following day on the lounge in my walk-in closet. Satisfied that I'd done everything I could, I go straight in the shower and strip, getting in. I sigh a breath of relief when I get under spray and enjoy my time in there. Forty minutes later, I step out and wrap my hair in a towel and dry myself. I almost always slept with minimal to no clothing, so on this night I just throw a large shirt on and jump in bed. I fall into sleep easily and think no more of my messages with Carter.

I wake up startled when I feel a hand grip my throat. With a gasp, my hand flies to the one on my neck.