Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 130 -

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Two days had passed since my argument with Neal, and he had become more scarce than I would have liked. He kept himself busy in the office that he had opened in the city, and oftentimes, he would say that he was staying late. Said that he didn't want to drive back in the dark, especially with the wild animals that seemed to roam the areas, even though they technically shouldn't have been.

I hadn't seen any wild animals. It wasn't like we were in Australia; we were in New Zealand, and a very nice part of New Zealand, to be more precise.

Perhaps it was me. Perhaps the reason why he was staying away was because he didn't want to face me and have another argument. Regardless, it made me feel guilty, and even Allegra seemed a little taken aback by the fact that we weren't on the best of speaking terms.

Glancing at the clock, the 11:00 o'clock hour shone in bright red letters. With a groan of frustration, I rolled my eyes, throwing my arm over the front of my head as I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing mind.

I was never going to sleep until I figured out what it was that they were hiding from me. For the past two days, I had swirled and stewed in a roller coaster of emotions trying to clear my mind of the possibility of them lying to me even though I knew they were.

I tried to remain on the bright side of things and thought that perhaps I was overthinking things. Yet, my gut told me I wasn't, and the more, I thought about it, the worse it became.

With a moment of contemplation, I slowly rolled from the bed, standing to my feet as I patted my way across my room towards the nursery that was connected. Both children were fast asleep, settled within their beds after having a long day spent out in the garden.

Letting out a heavy breath, I moved from the nursery out into the hallway, quietly shutting the door behind me. Perhaps a hot cup of tea would calm my mind and ease my nerves about everything that had been going on. Yet, as I passed Neal's room with the lights dark, letting me know that he was nowhere to be seen, an idea crossed my mind.

If Neal refused to tell me what it was that he had going on, perhaps there was something in his room that would let me know exactly what he and Allegra were up to. I hesitated outside his door, feeling slightly uncomfortable that I would actually consider going, snooping through his stuff.

It was an invasion of privacy, something that I had never done, at least not to anybody important to me. As my thumb came up to my lip, I stood there, biting on my nail for a moment before my eyes glanced down the hallway, checking to see if Layla or Allegra might come out.

I knew they weren't going to deep down. I knew for a fact that Layla had gone to bed, absolutely worn out, and Allegra had a major headache and had not been feeling well for the last few days, so she had been spending most of her time in bed trying to rid her of the illness that was trying to take over.

Mustering up courage, I gripped the handle of his bedroom door and slowly pushed it open. The moment that I stepped inside, my heart began to race, and quickly I closed the door behind me, my eyes searching for anything that might possibly point me in the direction of what he was doing.

A large king-size bed set on the far right wall, blue bedding, black pillowcases, all of it elegantly decorated in a very modern tone that suited Neal. I wasn't crazy about his color scheme, but he called it new age and said that it was absolutely wonderful.

Remembering the conversation of when we went to pick out paint for this house, the chuckle escaped me before I shook my head, pushing the thought away and continuing on my search for anything within his room that I could use. Neal was a neat and tidy man, and what caught me by surprise the most in his room was that the small desk that sat near the bed was the only thing that sat in an absolute mess. It had looked like he had been working vigorously to sort something out and then left in a hurry, and as I walked closer to it, I couldn't help but wonder what he had been up to.

Reaching down, I picked up a handful of papers and began to look through them. The name Lester Johnson was scribbled through them as well as photos of a building in Japan, and a photo of a man walking but taken from behind him so you couldn't see his face. "What the hell-" I muttered softly to myself in confusion.

From the looks of it, Neal was obsessed with whoever this was, and when I got deeper into looking at this, I also noticed a familiar name I hadn't seen or heard in months.

Ronaldo.

Whoever this Lester Johnson was, Ronaldo knew him, because there were photos of the two men talking, but of course I couldn't see Lester's face.

"Becca?" A voice called from behind me, causing me to drop the papers in front of me, and glance over my shoulder towards Allegra, who stood in the doorway wrapped in her robe with a look of confusion in her eyes. "What are you doing in here?"

Her eyes quickly darted toward the papers and the photos I had been looking at, and with the look, she quickly became uneasy. "Who is this, Allegra?"

"I don't know," she breathed out as she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what my brother does in his spare time."

"Don't give me that bullshit, Allegra. I know that you know."

Crossing her arms over her chest, she sighed, "I don't know anything, but we need to get out of here. This is his private room, and to replace you snooping around his stuff is wrong."

"Wrong?" I scoffed with laughter. "You can't be serious, right now. I have literally been watching you both sneak around in hushed conversation hiding shit from me for weeks now. I'm tired of it, Allegra. This is MY house, and I don't appreciate being lied to."

This was the first time that I had ever really spoken to her like this before, but she couldn't blame me for being upset. I was tired of the crap and wanted to know what secrets were being kept from me.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way," she whispered before turning for the door.

Grabbing the photos, I stormed out of her following her down the hallway as she moved quickly towards the kitchen. The conversation was far from over, and with my father arriving tomorrow, I wanted this sorted tonight. "Allegra!" I shouted in a soft voice, trying not to wake Layla or the children. "Don't walk away from me. We need to sort this out now."

Spinning around at the counter, she narrowed her gaze at me, shaking her head. "There is nothing for me to tell you, Becca. I don't have the answers."

Just when I thought things couldn't get more interesting, the front door opened, and we both turned to see Neal, rather disheveled, waking into the foyer. As soon as the door closed, he stopped staring at both Allegra and me with wide eyes as if he had just walked into battle.

"What did I miss?" he asked, causing Allegra to laugh.

"Becca was snooping through your room Neal. She found stuff on Lester. Care to tell her who that is?" The sarcasm in Allegra's voice gave way to the significance of whoever this person was. She knew and wasn't going to tell me but instead looked to Neal to do so.

Neal's eyes darted toward me with an angry scowl. "You went through my f*cking room?"

I was hesitant about my actions at that moment. My heart was racing as I stared him down, trying to formulate words. "Yes, because you never tell me shit."

"That doesn't matter. You have NO right to go through my f*cking room, Becca. That is my personal space, and I have a right to my privacy."

"Yeah, and I was supposed to be a woman you loved, and yet you constantly hide shit from me and lie to me about everything, telling me it's your way of being able to protect me. You can't blame me for wanting answers," I snapped at him with anger.

Was I in the wrong for invading his privacy? Perhaps, but he was wrong too.

Shaking his head, he clenched his jaw in anger. "You have no idea what I have done for you. To keep you safe and to protect you."

"I do, and I appreciate everything you have done, Neal but I'm not a child-"

"Sometimes you act like it!" he snapped, cutting me off mid-sentence, causing me to flinch at his tone. He was pissed, and stepping toward me, he caused me to step back.

"Go f*ck yourself, Neal. I don't have to take this shit from you."

Pushing past him, I shoved the photos into his chest, listening to them fall to the floor from behind me. I was done with the conversation, and it hurt to know that he was going to act like that and treat me as a child when all I wanted was

answers.

Walking down the hallway, his footsteps echoed behind me, and glancing over my shoulder I could see him coming after me. Moving quicker, I darted for my room but was quickly snatched by the arm and dragged into his room with the door slamming closed behind us.

Wide eyes and worry across my face, I stumbled towards the bed, and turned to face him. Neal was blocking my way of leaving his room, and as he stepped closer to me, I felt both turned on, and slightly afraid. "You're not going to walk away from me." "Really, because you walk away from me all the time."

My quick response angered him, and as he came closer, I tried to move around him to leave the room but instead found myself pressed against the bedroom door with my arms above my head and my heart racing.

I was turned on, but I was always pissed off. The combination was something I hadn't ever expected to feel with Neal. The last person who had made me feel that way was James.

"You're going to listen to me," he said, leaning closer to me. "I'm tired of us fighting like this all the time. It's f*cking pointless."

"Then stop lying, and *ucking tell me what's really going on," I sneered, struggling against him. "If you can't, then f*cking leave."

"Is that what you really want?" he smirked. "You want me to leave, Becca? Because right now, I don't think you do."

He wasn't wrong there. Right now, my core ached with the desire to have him take me. God knows it had been so long since I had been f*cked right, but I didn't want to give into desire when there was shit going on that I was clueless about. "You have no idea what I want," I whispered softly as I stared into his eyes. "Honestly, I doubt you even remember what I like considering you always to busy to pay attention-"

My words were cut off as his lips crashed against mine. Lost in the taste of him, our movements became frenzied. I moaned when his fingers slid down to brush over the slit of my aching c*nt. I wanted him. Yes, I was pissed, but I also wanted him to take me simply because I was horny as hell.

"You've been a bad girl, Becca. And bad girls deserve to be punished."

The whispered sound of his voice against my ear as he kissed my jaw caused a rush of emotions to swirl through me. He had never been like this with me before, and god, I f*cking loved it.