Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 96

Rachel picked up her phone to see who was calling.It was a number she didn't recognize, so she ignored it.

After a while, her phone stopped ringing.

Then it started again.She checked the screen again to find it was the same number calling her.

Rachel sighed and answered the phone.She hadn't even managed to draw a breath before a sharp voice started berating her from the other end.

"Rachel! Why is it taking you so long to get the stuff I asked for? There's so much work that needs to be done at the Sue Garden! And none of it is possible without the stuff I asked you to buy! Stop messing around and come back, right now!"

Olivia hung up the phone before Rachel had a chance to speak.

Rachel pulled her phone away from her ear and looked down at the screen with a disgruntled expression.

There was no way she was going back now.

‘'You wish,'’ she thought and put her phone away.

If she went out in such heavy rain, she was likely to catch a cold or end up running a fever.

While she didn't care for her well-being, she had to think about her baby now.

Rachel was too busy hunkering down from the rain, and wallowing in her own irritation, to notice when a Ferrari pulled over to the side of the road.

"Mr.Scott, why don't you come upstairs and have tea with me? We're already here… And I'm scared of the storm.The thunder makes me jump and I don't like the sound of the heavy rain," said a woman coyly.

She was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, dressed in a tight, strapless dress that clung perfectly to every curve of her body.

She was smiling in a flirtatious, charming way that suggested the storm wasn't bothering her at all.

Carson, who was sitting in the driver's seat, leaned over and seductively lifted the woman's chin with his index finger.

"Just for tea?" he asked with a lazy smile.

The woman smiled at him.

She reached up and held onto his wrist, tilting her head so she could look into his eyes as she whispered, "Well… If you want more than tea…"

Carson suddenly caught sight of Rachel where she was standing under the eaves of a building, evidently sheltering herself from the rain.

Carson stopped paying attention to what the woman was saying.

"Interesting," he said, cocking an eyebrow at the sight of Rachel.

The woman thought Carson was still talking to her.

Her smile widened even further, and she tried to edge closer to him.

"Mr.Scott," she simpered, "you're such a naughty man…"

"Naughty?"

Carson blinked at her words and turned his attention back to her.He pulled out a pack of wipes, carefully slid one out and cleaned the tips of his fingers.

"How am Inaughty?"

"Oh, Mr.Scott, I think you know the answer to that," the woman said with a blush.

"But that's alright… I like it when you're naughty."

Carson raised his eyebrow at her, but otherwise gave no other response.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contact list until he finally found the name he was looking for.He clicked the dial button and then pressed the phone to his ear.

"You can leave now," he said to the woman as he waited for the other person to pick up.

The radiant smile on the woman's face froze.

She stared at Carson as her joy at finding a sugar daddy was shattered.She blinked, frowned, and finally managed to haltingly say, "M Mr.Scott, you…"

No one answered Carson's call.

Carson held his phone out in front of him and frowned down at the screen.He called again.

"I'm not interested in going up to your kennel," he said in a tone that would have been casual, had it not been for the venom laced words.

"You've got three seconds to get out of my car."

The woman's face paled.Now she was confused and scared.She didn't know what she could have done or said that had offended him so much.But she wasn't about to hang around and ask questions.

Carson had already raised three fingers to begin counting, and she didn't want to find out what happened when he got to three.

She grabbed the umbrella and quickly got out of the car.She'd just opened the umbrella and turned to leave when she heard the window of the driver's seat being opened.

"Wait a minute," Carson said.

The woman clutched the handle of the umbrella and turned around to face him, hope radiant on her face.

"Mr.Scott?"

Carson looked at her with a blank expression.

"Leave the umbrella," he said, nodding towards it.

The woman's face darkened and her smile completely disappeared.Her hands clenched the handle and she barely managed to stop herself from gritting her teeth.

"Mr.Scott, just now you said I should take it. You said you didn't want me to get wet.Have you changed your mind?" She thought he was mocking now.

Carson came from the wealthy Scott family.

A single umbrella was worthless to them, and they would easily be able to replace it.

Why did he suddenly want it back? Carson's answer destroyed any remaining hope she'd had that he was joking.