Free Web NovelChapter 216: Chapter 216 Sloan.
I watch Ford pace back and forth. Every now and then he stops and I know he’s listening to his earpiece. Than he mumbles something in response, but I can’t hear what he says. My head is still spinning after all that’s happened today, but one thing is for sure: he wants me. Really wants me.
I glance over at the clock. How am I going to make it until midnight? I know my mind should be somewhere else. I should be worried about the threat around us, but all my thoughts are focused on him. Although it’s pretty normal behavior because I’m usually daydreaming about him. But now my fantasies might become a reality. It changes everything.
I jump when my phone rings.
"It’s the president," Ford says as he stops his pacing.
I feel my face heat as I glance down at it. Oh god. My dad. Does he know about me and Ford? What’s he going to say? My heart starts to pound in my chest.
"Answer the phone, sweet pea. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. That’s all." It’s as if he’s reading my mind.
Right. Of course that’s why he’s calling. I pick up the phone and I immediately hear my dad’s voice. "Sloan," he says, and I can hear the relief in his tone. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Hey Dad." I glance over at Ford, who’s staring right at me.
"Are you okay?" he asks, and it sounds like he’s rushing around. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"I’m fine, Dad. Calm down. It’s nothing really," I try to reassure him.
"I’m heading back to you. I’ll be there in—"
"No!" I snap out louder than I mean to. I really don’t want my dad to come back for totally selfish reasons. Whatever threat he’s worried about is under control, but my biggest concern is that he will come back before the clock strikes midnight. "I have Ford. I’m fine. I promise."
"Sloan..." he tries to go on, but I talk over him.
"I told you I shouldn’t go to college. Look at the problems it’s causing already," I joke. He laughs quietly then sighs. So I try another angle. "Stay with July. She needs you right now."
When there’s a moment of silence I know I’ve won. "Fine, but if anything else happens, I don’t care how small, I’m coming back."
"I love you," I tell him, because I know he’s not looking for me to agree with him.
"I love you, too, sweetheart. Let me talk to Ford."
"Bye, Dad." I hold the phone out. "He wants to talk to you."
Ford clears the distance between us. His scent invades me and suddenly I’m soothed. Being near him always puts me at ease. He takes the phone from me and I glance to the clock.
"Mr. President," Ford says. His voice is cool and controlled.
I sit down on the couch and Ford stands directly in front of me. My eyes go to his chest then trail down to his waist. The bulge of his cock is right in front of me, straining against the material of his slacks. I lick my lips, wanting to touch him so badly. I swear I can make out every inch, including the swell of the head. I remember feeling it pressed up against me and I rub my legs together at the reminder.
I reach out to touch him, but faster than I can process his movements, Ford has me by the wrist. His giant hand wraps all the way around it in a firm hold. I gasp at how fast he moved. He’s on the phone with my freaking dad! His dark green eyes are locked on mine and they’re stone cold. Shit. He looks pissed.
"I’ve got her, sir." The muscles in his arm flex, and I can tell his body is wound tight with tension. "I won’t let her out of my sight." He ends the call and places the phone in the table.
"You can’t touch me, Sloan." His voice is low and his face is serious. "I don’t think you understand how badly I want you and how fragile my control is when it comes to you." He lets go of my wrist and steps back from me. He puts more distance between us than I care for.
I don’t like the cold way he’s speaking to me and it makes a knot form in my stomach. Before now I was sweet pea, but maybe he’s changed his mind. What if he’s trying to get the control back so he can push me away?
