“UGH!!!!” I scream, jumping off Creed's lap. “You fucking asshole! You want my tears? The only tears you’re going to see from me from here on out are going to be from laughter when I cut your fucking heart out, you sadistic son of a bitch!”
Every single one of my guys come toward me at once, pulling me into their arms and trying to get me out to the car, but I’m so angry I can’t help but fight them.
“Scratch, you need to calm down,” Luke hisses when my knee connects just shy of his dick, completely by accident.
“He’s fucking watching me!” I snap, my breaths heaving as we make it to the parking lot.
“What do you mean, he’s watching you?” Barren asks, and I shove the letter into his chest.
“He delivered that to the teacher because he wanted to see my tears. I’m going to fucking kill him!” I growl, and Creed chuckles.
“God, Doll. You’re so feisty right now.” He rubs his hand over his dick, and groans. “Three more weeks and I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard you forget any of this exists, baby,” he promises as he fists my hair, and my heartrate picks up for a completely different reason.
“Creed,” I whimper, and his eyes darken as he pulls me closer to him.
“When we get home, Haliee, I’m going to have you on your hands and knees, eating that sweet fucking clit while Ollie takes your tight little pussy, and when you both cum, I’ll make you hold that tongue of yours out while I jack into your dirty fucking mouth,” he says, growling and pulling my lips to his in a bruising kiss that makes me lose all sense of the current reality.
I most definitely want that scene when we get home.
Corden coughs, pulling us out of our lust filled haze making me blush.
“Hot as that is and was, we need to get out of here.” His eyes travel to a black town car parked at the edge of the parking lot.
The windows are tinted, but I can feel his eyes on me as he watches me with my men.
I nod to the guys and make our way to the car, knowing there’s no way in hell we can follow him this time, but we will.
If he’s going to open himself up to showing us where he is from time to time, it’s a slip up we will gladly take. Each step is one step closer to getting Dad back.