The $eductress – Episode 82

THE $EDUCTRESS

THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 82

Anastasia p.o.v

“You said you were hanging out with your friend.”

“I’m sorry that I lied, but you wouldn’t let me go.”

He scoffed.

“Because of this.” He gestured to the kitchen, referring to what just happened. I sighed.

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“That doesn’t matter, what if he had râped you?”

“I can defend myself.”

“No, you can’t apparently.” He gripped my hand and lead me out, where I saw a SUV.

He opened the door for me and I jumped in, he took a seat beside me, telling the driver to start the car. I felt his stare on the side of my head.

“You’re not allowed to go to a party ever again, Anastasia. Is that understood?”

I moved my head to look at him.

“Stop acting like my dad, I can make my own decisions.”

I knew that he was right though, and after tonight I didn’t even want to attend another party, not one with h0rny and drunk people at least.

But at the same time I didn’t want him to control my decisions.

“I care about you, that’s why I’m saying this. I wouldn’t survive you getting hurt,Anastasia. You have to understand that.”

I became quiet. It was no point in starting an argument, especially one that wasn’t needed.

It was stupid of me to come here tonight.

And I don’t just think so because Arnaldo says so, but because I know it’s the truth.

But I didn’t answer him, just nodded.

He moved me one seat closer to him and kissed my head, putting his large hand on my thigh.

I still felt that he was tense, and when I looked up at him his jaw was clenched.

Was he still mad?

I didn’t say anything about it though.

He probably just had to calm down a bit.

When we arrived at his house he lead me inside with a hand on my waist.

I put my hand bag on the floor, and watched as he walked to the kitchen.

I frowned, and decided to walk after him.

When I passed the threshold he was leaning his lower back on the kitchen island, looking deep in thought.

I had no idea what was going on inside his head, but he didn’t look happy.

Was he still upset with me?

Or was he pissed at Luke?

I stepped closer quietly and when I was right in front if him I took a hold of his face, making him meet my eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” I frowned.

He was quiet for a while, and I saw the muscle in his jaw clench.

“I should have been there to protect you.” He said in a deep voice.

“It’s fine, I…”

“No, this is the second time something like this have happened.” His voice was slightly raised.

He stood up straight, walking away from my hold.

I watched as he stood with his back to me, sighing.

“Arnaldo it is not your fault that men cannot control themselves.”

TBC