Chapter 31 BENEATH HIS CONTROL
" I'll see you guys tomorrow. Hopefully Conner even lets me go." I say, knowing he's already mad at me.
" He'll definitely let you go, conner goes every year with Matteo." Isabella says as she opens her car door, a smile on her face as they both wave bye.
I wave back before hesitantly turning around, being faced with Conner’s angry death stare once more.
I walk up with a smile, hoping that makes him less angry.
"What were you doing? Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" Conner says as I walk up to him, my shopping bag in my hand.
His eyes move up and down my body, ending back up at my face.
"I didn't want to disturb you." I say, making an excuse.
"What if someone hurt you? Do you know how easy you are to just take?" He says, moving off of the car and walking straight up to me. His tall frame towers over me as he looks down at me, his dark hair slightly down.
I roll my eyes, crossing my hands over my chest. "Thats a little dramatic isn't it?" I say and he raises a challenging brow at me.
I shriek when conner suddenly picks me up.
He throws me over his shoulder easily, his hand on my lower back.
"Conner, put me down!" I whisper yell as he walks over to the passenger side of the car, putting me down.
"See how easy that was?" He says, opening the door for me. I look up at him with a glare before I get in the car.
" Dick." I mutter under my breath.
"Right now in the car?" He smirks as he gets into the drivers side, and I feel myself go red.
I didn't mean for him to hear that, or take it that way.
"T.that's not what I meant." I ramble, nervously putting my seatbelt on.
The loud engine of the car sounds through the parking lot as conner speeds back into the road.
"Are you and Isabella friends?" Conner’s asks, turning to me before moving his eyes back on the road.
"Mhm, do you know her?" I ask curiously.
Conner shrugs and I scrunch my brows together. What was that supposed to mean?
He notices my confused face and grabs my hand that was rested on my lap, moving his fingers in between my own.
" He was Matteo's girlfriend, I never really talked to her." He says.
"I...I wasn't thinking anything else." I mumble, looking down at our hands clasped together, my stomach filling with butterflies.
" I never said that." He smirks and I nearly curse myself. Now he probably thinks I was jealous.
"I'm going to her pool party tomorrow." I say, trying to switch subjects.
"You mean the party every man goes to to look at ass and fuck? Hell no." He says lowly.
I feel my stomach drop when I realize what Isabella had said earlier, how conner went there every year. Was he doing the same thing?
" I didn't ask if I could go or not. I'm pretty sure I can make that decision myself." I mumble, not wanting to even talk to him at all. I don't even know why I was surprised.
I notice his jaw clenching from my peripheral vision, but I ignore him as I turn my head towards the window, looking out at the view.
"I'm coming with you then." He says after a couple minutes of silence.
" Don't you already go every year to look at ass and fuck?" I scoff.
I know it was petty, but I hated the feeling in the pit of my stomach reminding me of how many other women he's been with.
Conner looks over at me but I ignore his gaze, looking out ahead of me.
I gasp when he suddenly stops the car on the side of some random road, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
"Are you crazy?" I say, looking outside to see he had just stopped in the middle of nowhere.
"What's up with you today?" He says, turning to me.
"What's up with me? Sorry I'm not jumping in excitement that you go to pool parties every year to go fuck." I laugh, refusing to even look over at his eyes that were nearly burning into the side of my head.
Conner doesn't say anything as he just takes the car out of park and moves back onto the road, his hand gripped tightly on the steering wheel and his jaw clenched.
I just wanted to be out of the car, away from him. The car was silent the entire ride as I tried to keep my eyes from watering.
As soon as the car stops I unbuckle my seatbelt, his eyes on me. " Sophie -" But I was already out of the car, walking towards the door.
What would he say anyways?
Last night conner didn't come to the room.
Allison told me while we were getting ready for the pool party that she had heard him interrogating a man in the Spanish mafia last night. And by interrogating, most likely murdering.
We had somehow gotten Matteo to take us later. I didn't want to be in the same car as conner and Allison would rather be in Matteo's car since she was terrified of conner so it was a win for both of us.
"I should've bought a cover up." I say to Allison as I look through my closet with a sigh. I didn't exactly want to walk down with my bikini on in a house filled with mafia men.
"Why don't you just wear this?" Allison says, pointing at Conner’s white button ups.
"That's Conner’s , I can't wear that." I say, walking over to where Allison was standing.
" He probably won't even notice it's gone, he has like 30 of them." Allison says, and I look at the button up, trying to decide if it was a good idea or not. Especially since I was pissed at him.
"I'll just wear it then." I say, ignoring all of my thoughts. I pull my sleeves through the shirt, buttoning it up halfway. The shirt went to my mid thigh.
It smelled like him, like his cologne.
We finally finish getting ready, I had my bikini and button up on. I left my long hair down for now.
"Conner is going to kill me." Matteo says as we walk downstairs. Allison and Matteo had been glancing at each other the entire time we were walking.
" He probably doesn't even know we're going now." I say as we walk outside. The sun nearly blinds me as we walk towards Matteo's red sports car.
The ride to Isabella's house wasn't long, only 25 minutes. Allison and I look in awe at the huge house before us when we arrive. I had already taken the button up off, holding it in my hand.
Every car that was parked to go to the party was expensive, including how everyone who came in them were all loaded.
As soon as we walk outside towards her pool the loud music and conversations can be heard.
"So this is how rich people party." Allison says, looking amazed at the hundreds of people spread around Isabella's huge pool and backyard.
There were multiple butlers handing out drinks nonstop and all the girls wore expensive looking bikinis as they went around flirting with the guys who looked just as interested.
"This is insane." I say, looking around the place. I turn back towards Allison but end up just seeing Matteo leaning towards her and whispering something in her ear, causing her to go red.
I put my thumb up to Allison with a smile, telling her to go when she looks over at me.
"Sophie over here!" I hear a familiar voice and smile when I see Isabella. She was raising her glass of champagne towards me as she stood with 2 other women.
"Where did Allison go?" Isabella says as I walk up.
" She got a little distracted." I laugh as I turn my head over to where Matteo and Allison were making out to point to where they were.
"Oh.." Isabella says before clearing her throat, plastering a smile back on her face.
" Sophie , these are my friends Claire and Laila.
Ladies this is Sophie , my friend I told you about." Isabella introduces.
"You came just in time, we were about to go down to the pool. Ethan Hernandez and all his friends are down there and I can't let Hillary Vez take him before I do." Laila sighs.
She had medium length blonde hair and was wearing a teal colored bikini.
" Plus, we can go flirt with all his friends all of them are hot." Claire shrieks in excitement.
She had darker blonde hair that was a little longer than Laila's and wore a hot pink bikini.
"Well, Sophie already has a husband that would murder her if she tried flirting with anyone." Isabella giggles.
"Yeah, I can be a good wing man though." I laugh.
Both of the girls look at me curiously after Isabella says I have a husband. " You have a husband? You look too young to be married." Laila frowns.
" Oh who cares about that, what matters is who is he?" Claire says, as we all sit on tanning chairs by the pool.
I feel hesitant to answer, scared they'd hate me too if they knew he was a conner. " Um, he's no one special. Just someone I me-" I don't even have any more words leaving my mouth when all the girls eyes, including mine land on conner.
He was walking down, wearing white Versace swim shorts and black sunglasses. I watch as multiple beautiful women walk up to talk to him, much more beautiful than I was.
I quickly look away when he makes eye contact with me. Isabella looks at me, a confused look on her face as she looks at me.
" Of course Hillary Vez is trying to take him too."
Claire scowls, crossing her arms over her chest.
" Hillary has no chance with Conner conner, she's practically a peasant compared to him." Laila argues, also watching.
"What's so nice about him anyways?" I mumble under my breath as I lay back on the chair, letting the sun hit my skin as I close my eyes.
"He's hot, rich, and has a big dick." Laila shrugs and all three of us turn to her.
" How would you know he has a big dick Laila?" Isabella says from her chair, shocked.
"It was just once." Laila shrugs, giggling. I turn my head back towards the sky, hoping the sun melts me alive. Of course she fucked him too.
Apparently everyone here has
" Laila, you must've been good because why is he walking towards us." Claire says, and my eyes suddenly open. Oh no, I couldn't let Claire and Laila know he was the same husband I told them was no one special.
I wanted to turn invisible, but obviously that wouldn't happen so instead I make an excuse.
"Hey guys, I'm going to go...pee." I say quickly, begging Isabella with my eyes to just go with it.
Thankfully, she does as she nods her head, a small smile on her face.
I get off the tanning chair, not daring to make eye contact with conner as I walk towards the bathroom that was past the outdoor bar.
I shriek when I suddenly bump into someone, looking up to see a man in his late 20's looking down at me through his sunglasses with a drink in his hand.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there." I say, about to walk away but he grabs my hand, moving his sunglasses down to look at me.
"What's your name gorgeous? I don't think I've seen you around here before." He says, smiling at me. I try pulling my hand out of his grasp, failing when he tightens his grip.
" Let go of me." I snap back, smelling the alcohol off of him.
"Get the fuck off of her." I hear a familiar deep voice say.
Conner.