-Molly's POV-
When I saw Scott's name come up on my phone, I was excited. It had been hours since he had promised to call me, and I had gotten worried that he had forgotten.
It was silly anxiety, and I knew that. Especially since Scott had rarely failed to keep his promises. But the anxiety was still there.
However, what I didn't expect was the anger in his tone when he spoke to me.
"I am angry. Go to your room and lock the door, little sub. We need to talk." was Scott's response to my question about his anger.
I stiffened under his demand. He didn't sound reasonable at the moment, but I wasn't about to just let his demands go without question.
"Why? What made you so angry? Did you want to call me back when you've calmed down?" I offered.
There was a snort on the other end. "Molly, it might be days before I calm down enough to speak politely to you. Just do as I say. Remember rule number three? Go to your room and lock the door."
