Chapter 004
1158 Words
Garrett'sPOV
Emery stood there with the paper in her hand, her face growing redder by the moment, and I watched. I had to suppress my laughter by biting my lip. It was too much, the way she was staring at that sheet of paper. When she did look up at me, her eyes were filled with incredulity.
She hardly managed to control her voice as she said, "Must be home before 9 p.m."
"That's correct," I said coolly.
She tightened her jaw. "Are you serious? Who am I? Am I a young child?"
I gave a shrug. "Emery, that's the rule. You must adhere to it.
Her clenched hands threatened to tear the paper. However, she simply gazed at me with those once-beautiful sea-blue eyes.
She let out a sigh and resumed reading the paper, but I could see that her anger was growing with each sentence. Her frown grew as she read the next rule. She glared at me and said, "No visitors allowed."
"That's right," I said with a nod.
She became agitated. "Mr. Lawson, what is this?"
She had never referred to me as Mr. Lawson before. Her tone also seemed to dare me to reply.
I got up and moved in her direction. I could feel the heat radiating from her now that we were so close. I needed to concentrate. I said in a low voice, "First, you call me 'godfather.' Second, don't raise your voice at me."
Emery crossed her arms and scoffed. "What if I choose not to? How would you respond? Or is Garrett no longer your name?
I clenched my fists. She was challenging me, but I wasn't going to give in to her pressure. "I believe you know how to get to your room."
She stood there while I turned and left.
I went upstairs to my study and settled into my chair. With a long sigh, I untied my tie and tried to shake off any memories of Emery.
I kept thinking about the day she was born. Something fierce and protective stirred inside me as I held her in my arms. Back then, I had vowed to protect her at all times.
She was so different now, though. The young girl who once begged to join my vacation now barely acknowledged my presence. She seemed to have decided to distance herself, and I was clueless as to why.
It was annoying. It hurt. I had to honour it, though. I would leave if she didn't want me in her life. As she requested, I stopped contacting her.
I was startled out of my reverie by a knock on the door. It was almost lunchtime.
Emery wasn't there when I got to the dining table.
"Did you inform Emery that lunch was ready?" One of the maids asked me.
"Yes, sir."
"And what did she say?" "She stated that she wasn't hungry."
I let out a sigh. Though I wasn't sure if it would help, I could give her another call. I took a seat to eat. However, my thoughts kept returning to her more frequently than before. What had changed about her? What had caused her to distance herself from me?
I looked up when I heard footsteps. She was standing at the foot of the stairs.
She briefly looked at me before averting her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to see me. Without a word, she walked over to the dining table.
Without even looking at me, she said bluntly, "I'm going out."
I arched an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"
"Last night, I left my car at the club. I'll get it.
I started to say something, but she was already turning to go.
I said, "My men will get the car for you," but she froze.
"No. I'll get it on my own. She yelled, "I don't like anyone driving my car," and walked away.
I yelled, "Emery, you have an hour to get back home," but she didn't bother to answer—she simply rolled her eyes.
My patience was exhausting. Nobody, nobody gave me that kind of eye roll.
My right-hand man, Jaxon, interrupted me as I was about to continue.
He said, "Should I follow her, sir?"
I shook my head. "No. Emery is not the kind to flee."
I ate with a sigh and decided to work. I went to inspect my warehouses. I was absorbed in the routine, crossing things off my list, and it was a long afternoon.
It was late when I got back to the mansion. Emery's car was still not in the garage when I pulled up to the gate.
"Where is Emery?" The guard by the gate inquired about Emery.
He said, "Sir, she hasn't come back yet."
I scowled. She had not returned home by 9 p.m. I took out my phone and was about to call her when I heard a car outside honking.
As I entered the sitting room, I saw Emery enter through the open door.
I wasted no time. "Where have you been?"
She rolled her eyes but took a moment to respond.
At last, she whispered, "I was with some friends."
I could sense my temper building. "An hour ago, I told you to be home."
"I didn’t hear you," she said sarcastically.
"Really?" I snorted and moved in closer. "Well, that will get you punished."
Despite her protests, I took her arm and dragged her upstairs, barely reacting.
She complained, "What are you doing?" as she made an unsuccessful attempt to break free. I pulled her into her room and shut the door.
"Sit," I ordered, pushing her onto the bed. She remained motionless, but I could feel her body tensing beneath me.
I whispered, "I'm punishing you for disobeying me."
Emery cast a disapproving glance in my direction, yet I remained resolute. I administered a s******g without uttering a word.
The sudden shock made her jerk, but she said nothing. I s*****d her again, a little harder this time.
I calmly but firmly said, "Count to ten."
"Three," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her voice drew me in and momentarily distracted me. I couldn't resist looking, even though I didn't want to. With every slap, her body shook. It was difficult to turn away.
I dismissed those thoughts with a shake of my head and went on.
"Four," she said in a whisper that sounded almost like a moan.
I gave her another s******g. I had no choice.
When she finally reached the tenth count, I halted and lifted her out of my lap. I turned and left the room, slamming the door behind me without another word.
I attempted to find some relaxation by leaning against the wall outside her room. Although I could sense my pants becoming tight, I was determined not to let that deter me.
I forced myself to stop thinking about it and muttered under my breath, "Shit."
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