CONTRACT WITH THE DEVIL

CHAPTER 9

Molly stared at Laura's unconscious body in the pool, still smirking when a security passed by.

'Ma'am," he calls with wide eyes as he sighted Laura.

Molly instantly faked a worried expression.

"Oh, no. Somebody help. She's dying!" She screamed.

The security jumped into the pool, bringing Laura out. He began giving her a CPR, and just then, Scott's car drove in.

Molly immediately started crying as she knelt next to Laura.

"Hey, wake up... why would you jump into the pool if you can't swim, huh? Let's take her to the hospital," Molly said to the security in tears.

Scott's guard sighted them, and quickly called for Scott's attention.

"Boss, i think something is going on there," he said.

Scott paused on his tracks as he redirected his steps towards them. On sighting him, Molly ran to his side.

"I think she's dead," Molly said, hugging Scott.

"She's not," Scott replied.

Laura immediately coughed out water as she slowly regained consciousness. Scott started walking away as soon as the guard helped her stand to her feet.

"Are you OK?" Molly asked, concerned as she attempted touching Laura.

"Don't touch me," Laura slapped her hands away.

"You're rude and ungrateful," Molly hissed, walking off.

"Ma'am, please be careful," the security said.

"Thank you. I will," Laura replied with a nod.

"I can stand on my own," she added, and the security guard released her.

She made her way back inside, shivering, her clothes drenched, and it was a bit cold.

Amelia ran to her, asking what happened, but she didn't feel like explaining.

"Bring me hot chocolate to my room," she said before proceeding upstairs.

"Things are just getting more complicated," Amelia mumbled.

***

Laura finished taking a hot shower and was dressed in a hoddie and thick pyjama pants (trouser). She sipped on her hot chocolate, which had been brought in a while ago.

She expected Scott to ask if she was okay, but he didn't. He just acted like she meant nothing.

That thought alone infuriated her, and she stood to her feet. Molly had been following him around like a fly, and she hates it.

"He's my husband, not hers. I'm here letting her snatch him," she said outloud.

She quickly covered her mouth and frowned.

"Am I jealous?" She said, dropping the mug.

"I have the right to be." She muttered.

She then remembered the short revealing dress Molly was wearing.

"She's trying to seduce him. What if they had s*x yesterday?" She said.

She walked to her wardrobe and realized she also had revealing clothes.

Remembering how Molly followed Scott, she quickly rushed out of her room.

SCOTT'S ROOM

Scott was dressing up since he had just finished taking his shower. He only wore his boxers when the door opened, and Molly walked in.

She smiled at him, closing the door, leaving it slightly ajar. She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked.

Scott just stared at her bluntly.

"You like what you see, huh?" Molly asked.

"My wife is more sexy," Scott replied, grabbing his trousers.

Molly clenched her fist, suppressing the anger, his response generated. She walked over to him and snatched his trousers from him, tossing it aside.

Before Scott could speak, she slammed her lips on his, placing both his hands on her ass.

Scott squeezed her ass and she let out a moan. He pushed her back immediately.

"Leave," he said, grabbing his trousers.

"You wanted it. Why restrain yourself?" Molly asks, going closer.

"Don't let me repeat myself," Scott warned.

Molly ignored his warning as she gave him an unaware hard push. He fell to the bed

and she quickly hopped on him.

"I want you so bad," she said, kissing him.

Just then, the door pushed open, and Laura barged in. She froze in shock as she stared at the sight before her.

Scott's trousers on the floor and naked Molly on him.

"I was right," she mumbled.

They both turned to her, and without another word, she ran out.

Scott pushed Molly off him, standing up.

"I respect our friendship, but the next time this would repeat itself, I'll cut all ties with you," he warned, grabbing his trousers.

He wore it before walking to where Molly dropped her robe. He picked it up and threw it at her.

"Cover that stone ass and get out," he said.

Molly bit her lips, doing as she was asked. She didn't say a word as she left, feeling embarrassed.

Scott walked to his drawer and brought out a pack of cigarettes. He took out one stick and lighted it up before walking to the balcony.

The sound of his phone ringing made him return to the room.

He grabbed his phone, and on sighting the caller's ID, BOSS, he tossed it aside.

Returning to the balcony.

*** Next Day

Molly yawned. Waking up, she grabbed her phone from the bedstand, switching it on.

10,000 notification 150.missed calls from her manager and inbox from the schools authorities.

She clicked on the inbox and saw it was a complaint. The school was threatening to expel Matthew if it didn't stop bullying.

The message instantly ruined her mood as she dialed Matthews number.

He didn't pick up the first and second time but the third time, and he finally answered.

"You s**t head. It seems you wanna go to a military school," she said.

"What?" Matthew asked, surprised.

" If I get one more complaint, I swear on our sick mom's life you're going to military school," Molly threatened.

Without waiting for his response, she ended the call and placed her phone on flight mode.

"I hate this damn world," she groaned, getting out of bed and making her way towards the bathroom.

BLOSSOM HIGH SCIENCE LAB

Matthew sighed, staring into space. Molly keeps to her words, and he hates her threats.

"Hey Bro, what's up," Finn asked, sitting opposite Matthew.

"Some nitwit reported me, and my sister is up with her fúcking threat," he said, ruffling his hair.

"Hmm. So what now," Finn asked.

"What else. I'll stop bullying, of course," Matthew shrugged.

"Hey handsomes," Samantha said, sitting on Finn's thigh.

Obviously, they were dating.

"What's wrong with Mr. playboy?"Samantha asked.

"Family problems," Finn replied.

Samantha nodded.

The class suddenly fell silent and all eyes turned to the entrance.

"Newbie," Samantha smirked.

***

EVENING SCOTT'S MANSION

Scott sat in the living room, typing away on his laptop. Deciding to call it an early day, he was relieved that Molly had events to attend, giving him some space.

He wrapped up his work, stood up, and headed towards his room. As he passed by Laura's room, he noticed the door was slightly ajar.

"Hey," he said as to a maid passing by. She stopped, retracing her steps until she reached him.

"Keep this in my room," he said, handing her the laptop. She nodded, took the laptop, and hurried off to follow his instructions.

He pushed the door open, and as expected, Laura was inside. He stepped in, closing the door behind him. Turning to face her, he met her gaze with a blunt expression, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of intrigue.

She wore a black mini skirt that hugged her curves, paired with a cute yellow crop top. Her hair cascaded down her back. She exuded an unparalleled level of beauty.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

"It's my house," Scott replied, moving closer.

"It's my room", Laura said as she tried to brush past him, but he caught her wrist.

"Let go of me. Go meet Molly," Laura snapped.

"You don't tell me what to do ." Scott said.

"Oh, but you didn't know that when you had s*x with her," Laura replied.

"Admit it. You're jealous," Scott scoffed.

"I'm not," Laura retorted.

"Then if I go on a date with Molly, you won't care?" Laura asked.

Laura snapped his hands off, storming out.

She glanced back and saw Scott was trailing after her. The entrance door opened, and Molly stepped in.

She immediately paused, letting Scott catch up.

He walked past her approaching Molly.

"Let's go on a date," Scott said to Molly.

Her eyes instantly widened in amusement.

"What?!" Laura asked her eyes widened.

"Yes, of course." Molly grinned.

"Wipe that grin off your ugly face he's going nowhere," Laura said.

She walked to the entrance door, locking it and taking hold of the key.

"Amelia" Laura called out.

"Yes ma'am," Amelia rushed in.

"Lock all the exit. My husband is on house arrest for shamelessly cheating on me in my face," she said, and with that catwalks upstairs swaying her hips.