Chapter 44 Chapter 44
Tessa
After taking a cold bath and lying down on the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, torn between the desire to go home and pick up some clothes and the urge to stay here.
This was the best time to go home since neither Leah nor Liam was around to question me about my whereabouts. I knew Mom would have gone to work, and Mr. Carter would have gone to school.
I inhaled deeply before standing up, my eyes scanning the room.
I didn't know which clothes to wear, but if Leah were around, I would have asked her for cloth. Luckily, I had bought a dress the other day. I made my way to Leah's room, which looked like a disaster zone. It seemed she had thrown every cloth on the floor while searching for what to wear earlier. I grabbed the dress I had bought yesterday, which was also on the floor, and put it on before leaving the room. I simply adjusted my hair to the back, not bothering with any elaborate styling.
I walked out of the house, slamming the door shut, only to realize I didn't know the password to get back in. The door didn't require a key, unlike Mr. Carter's house, this was more modern and classic. I prayed inwardly that Leah would return before I did.
I hailed a taxi and headed out. Stepping into the taxi, I felt a mix of relief and excitement. I was finally going home to grab some clothes and take care of myself. I assumed the house would be empty, with Mum at work and Mr. Carter at school.
The taxi dropped me off in front of my house, and I quickly paid the fare. I rushed to the front door, picking up the key at the usual place and inserting, I turned the handle stepping inside.
"Hello? Anyone home?" There was no response. I assumed I was alone and hastily made my way to my room.
But as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a voice from behind. "Where do you think you're going?" I spun around to see Mr. Carter standing in the doorway of his study, his eyes piercing.
"I thought you have gone to school," I said, trying to hide my surprise.
Mr. Carter raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think you can question my schedule?" he challenged, his tone dripping with authority. My heart skipped a beat.
There was something about his commanding presence that sent shivers down my spine.
"Don't dare me," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a flutter in my chest.
Mr. Carter walk closer while I walk inside my room, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel the electricity between us. He walk me until I get to the middle of the room.
I thought he would stop but he kept moving forward. Without thinking, I took a step back, my legs hitting the bedframe.
His eyes never left mine as he closed the distance. inches apart from each other, And then, without warning, he reached out and gently grasped my wrist.
The next thing I knew, we were tumbling onto the bed, our bodies entwined. But just as things were about to escalate, Mr. Carter suddenly halted, his chest heaving.
"Not yet," he whispered, his eyes burning with desire. I lay there, breathless, wondering what had just happened.
"Listen, I need to talk to you about something," he said, his voice gentle but firm.
"What is it?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Your mother," he began. "I know she's been...difficult lately, but please, don't get annoyed with her. It's not good for either of you."
"You're taking her side?" I raised an eyebrow.
Mr. Carter sighed. "I'm not taking sides. I just want peace in this household."
"Peace?" I repeated, incredulous. "You want me to just ignore her criticism and belittling?"
"No, I want you to rise above it," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "For your own sake, and hers."
"You can't seriously expect me to tolerate her behavior," I shook my head.
Mr. Carter's expression softened. "I'm asking you to, for now. Just...stay away from her triggers."
"Triggers?" I scoffed. "You mean her favorite pastime criticizing me?"
"Don't push her, okay? She's fragile." Mr. Carter's grip on my wrist tightened.
"Choose," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Choose between my mother and me."
Mr. Carter's face contorted in anguish. "Don't ask me to do that," he pleaded. "It's too much. I don't want her to relapse...to go through pain because of us,"
I felt a deep cut in my heart with his statement. I couldn't help but feel jealous, considering he chose my mom over me. What was I expecting? He married my mom, after all.
I withdrew his hand from my body and moved to the middle of the bed, hoping he'd understand and let go. Instead, his hand crept onto my lap, and a sly smile spread across his lips. I knew instantly he had ulterior motives.
I averted my gaze, but his cologne filled my nostrils, and his presence beside me ignited a flame. His breath on my face and roaming body made me want to push him away, but I couldn't resist his touch.
"Did you know how long I've been waiting for you?" he whispered, softly biting my ear.
I wanted to retort, but his hand grabbed my breast, and a howl escaped my lips.
"I'm going to punish you for that, Tessa," he murmured, grabbing my waist and tossing me onto the bed.
The cloth I wore, a short gown with no underwear slipped up giving him the opportunity to smack my ass. "I miss this," he muttered.
His hand explored my body, and I felt his finger inside me, pushing in and out, snatching a loud moan from me.
He removed his hand, and the next thing I knew, he was bringing out his cock. The hotness felt intense.
"Oh, fuck," escaped my lips as he entered me, moving in and out hungrily.
I wondered if he'd ever been with my mom like this.
His pace increased, and so did my screams.
The sudden creaking of the door made me freeze "Cater are you home!" I heard mum voice.
He quickly let go, and I rushed into the bathroom.
What would Mom say if she found us like this?