"So what's your relationship with Liam like?" She raises a brow in question at me. "Curiosity does kill the cat you know?" She teases wiggling a brow at me. "Whatever. Tell me" I insist. "Well we knock it off real good. He's cool and I'm cool. And our relationship is very cool" she smirks. I study her face and expression and I don't see anything to give me any hint if she is lying or speaking the truth. "Just cool?" "You want to know what happens in the bedroom too?" My eyes widens and my jaw clenches with sudden outburst. A part of me is dying to know and the other part doesn't want to know anything about that. In fact that side is telling me to end dinner and take her back home. But I don't listen,what fun is that anyway? "Wanna tell me about it?" She scrunches her nose at me. "You're nosy" she laughs. "Same goes for you. You started it with all your questions about my love life" She nods slowly, "Oh I get it now, this is some kind of payback then, for asking too much
Scarlett belches loudly looking around frantically with a cute pout and a confused look that graces in her delicate features. "Everything alright?" I quiz, wondering about the sudden change of attitude. "This is not my home?" It isn't exactly like a statement. It sounds like she is asking me and there is uncertainty pretty obvious in her gaze."You want to leave?" I ask instead of replying to her question. She tilts her head to the right and proceeds to look at me suspiciously, shifting uncomfortably in her seat , "You're Evans?" Again she did not sound so certain of her statement and there is a hint of question and suspicion in her eyes. "Yes it's me Scarlett" I confirm packing up my jacket. Phone and wallet. "I think I'm drunk" she mumbles, hardly paying any attention to me as I speak. I frown and follow her gaze and to my surprise Scarlett is watching a waiter carrying a bottle of wine in a tray. I gasp, mortified. Then reach for Scarlett's and successfully gain her atten
Normally when I wake up I'm always welcomed by the smell of cotton and vanilla… the lingering scent of my new home. Except this time I can smell different types of flowers and I'm not sure I can recognize what flowers are associated with the scent but for some reason I am a hundred percent reassured that orchids were among the numerous smells. Orchids always make my nose tingle. Uh… what started the flower tale. Oh right, me waking up and smelling flowers and not the usual vanilla scent.Urgency shot through me and nausea rolls in my stomach. The first realization was that I'm not home. And now I know where the orchid smell was coming from. On the bed stand by my left beside the portrait of a dog running happily in the fields with his tongue stuck out is a specimen vase containing a single strand of pink and white orchids. My nose tingles and twitches but I don't sneeze.The room has a simple decorating touch with golden color contrasted perfectly with the dark, polished wood, which
I puff, listening to the sound echo through the room before I open my eyes to stare at the empty room. The room was dark except for the little light reflection from the partly opened window. The bed is so soft and cuddle. Huge. Very huge. A bed fit for a queen. But sadly I will have to get ready to get up from this sweet comfort. I snuggle with the bed one last time then push off the bed. I stretch my sleeping muscles yawning loudly. I glance around the room cautiously and there is no sign of Evans anywhere but I did catch a glimpse of the digital wall clock hung up indicating the time as five in the morning. I roll my stuff shoulders and crack my neck muscles with my brows knitted together into a frown. Damn my head aches like a bitch. Maybe that's why although I'm feeling really sleepy I can't sleep. I slip out of the room quietly so as not to alert Evans or anyone else that nightvbe asleep. Not that I want to snoop around or something I just really need to stretch my legs and
I growl inwardly and try to get myself to relax. I should have simply allowed Evans to check out the description then maybe this would have been avoided. My heart clamps in my chest as the moans from the television fills my ears and echoes through the suddenly very quiet room. I watch as the lady gets on her knees clad only in her undies and begins to undress the man, freeing his long shaft and taking him into her mouth with lots of enthusiasm. The sounds of groans fill my ear but that isn’t the only thing I hear as my ear picks up the sound of a low grunt coming from beside me. That seems to snap me out of the reverie and remind me that I’m not alone. From my peripheral view I catch a glimpse of Evans shifting uncomfortably beside me. Of course I’m not the only one affected too. The thought of that should make me calm but instead it appears to drive me crazy. I look over at Evans as he shifts again and my eyes meet the bulge in his pants and my throat instantly goes dry. Mama Mi
My brain goes on to register the sudden movement and my head buzzes with alarm and red flags. I can almost see a huge flashing sign in front of me advertising the fact that this is an absolute terrible idea. I rack my head for a response, one that could give justification to what might go down now. Or give me enough reason to pull away and end things right now before anything can go down. My brain bounces from option to option. The tried and true default excuse of me being married doesn’t look like it might work this time.But there is another thing ringing in my head and that is the question that has been bugging me for some time. The question that pushes me into this situation in the first place. Is Evans in love with me? Could that be the reason he’s kissing me or is it because of the movie and he is turned on and cannot control himself anymore. Or maybe both, he might like me and just use this movie as an excuse. I remain frozen on my spot not pulling away or reciprocating the su
My conscience is doing a damn good job torturing me and pointing out what I just did…deep inside my head where it bounces and echoes and grows into something dark and guilt coated that is slowly driving me to regret what just happened. Even with that though I still can't deny my dissatisfaction. And the very fact that I'm hungry for more. But that would be low even for me. I open my eyes as the warm air rapidly cools my bare skin and that alone has a guilt effect. I growl and pick up the sweater and my underwear where it was discarded then push up to my feet. I can feel Evans gaze on me as I push the sweater over my head. "You cool?" He asks in a strange voice. I nod and hum in response. "Good night" I didn't wait for a response and scrambled off in a rush. When I step into the room I slip into the shower letting the cold water wash off the ripples of guilt bubbling up inside of me.* I run my fingers through my hair and exhale loudly. The only thing I can think of is how to
I shrug at his question and in response to his 'will I tell Liam' question I say, "Is there a reason why I should not?" He finally turns to face me with a look in his eyes I can't decipher. "So you'll tell him" is more of a statement than a question this time. The bitterness and derision in his voice could have sharpened knives. A buzz fills my head and i swallow against it. I nod slowly. Then I shake my head with a ghost of a smile, "I will tell him if i want and if not…" I trail off with a shrug. "It's all up to me" Evans blinks, saying nothing. His hard face gave away nothing. "And besides you know the nature of my relationship with Liam… contract marriage" I air quote the latter part of my words. "So we did…i did nothing wrong" I corrected myself. Evans shrugs. "Okay" I tilt a brow up at him. "Why did you ask that anyway? Are you feeling guilty?" Like I was but then during this morning bath in the bath tub I did a whole lot of reconsideration, trying to put the pieces tog
Scarlett**FOUR YEARS AFTER…. “I would kill, honestly… anything for some peace and quiet, and less danger right now" I slap Liam's arm and he chuckles. "Just joking…" He says through his teeth as he picks up the toys from the floor and turns off the TV. The moment the TV went off, our babies went off with their cries, turning red. I glance at Liam and let out a sigh.. "This is sure going to be one long day" _ The doorbell goes off and I find myself running down the stairs to get the door. I open the door and Ginny's grin makes me smile. "Now where's my favorite Twin?" She shakes the wrapped present in her hand. I notice Michael behind her, holding a really huge wrapped gift. "They're upstairs, Liam's trying to put Rick in his outfit" I say and Ginny walks inside. "Hey Michael…" I say, the moment he steps in. "I don't mean to pry but that's a teddy bear… right" I touch the wrapped present, and feeling its softness, I breathe out a sigh of relief.. Michael smirks, "Ginn
With Ginny and Hannah now inside the living room, enjoying a warm cup of coffee, and giggling to themselves. I get a plate of cookies ready for them, and when I get back to them, they simply ignore my cookies and Ginny waves her hand. "Go on now… You go first" She says and Hannah nods In agreement. "Why me? We yelled guess what at the door together, and we did not ride a three almost four hours long ass ride to come here and just simply spill it" Ginny scoff and I laugh. "How's Liam by the way…?" Hannah asks. "Yeah, forgot to ask about him," Ginny adds. "He's in a therapy session, he'll be back soon, he's good" I smile. "Good, now spill the tea… we're getting impatient" Ginny urges me. I laugh again, but I go on to tell them about a new product that's going to be made after me, and their reaction just made me feel brand new. "Girl! That's big news" Ginny covers her mouth with her hand. My eyes immediately catch the shiny thing around her middle finger and I grab her hand.
The day is expectedly bright and sunny, and deadly hot. I Decided to sunbathe minutes ago and can already feel my skin tearing apart. I take the shades off my eyes and turn to the pool In front of me.. I don't even know how to swim. How embarrassing can my life get? I get on my feet and walk slowly to the edge of the pool where I take a seat and dip just my legs into the cold water, and it feels nice already. Liam isn't home and my life feels like it's falling apart. He's currently with his walking therapist or whatever they call him, and I feel like I'm having the worst day ever. It's been two days since I had that weird sex dream about Liam… Not weird per say, cause I really enjoyed it honestly, and telling him about it just made us both feel like hell. It was a mistake I shouldn't have went for, cause he just laid there, listening to me talk about fuckin him and I went on to pour out my kinky desire, knowing that if he tries to bang me. He might break more than just his bone
Scarlett "It won't stop raining" I sigh walking away from the window and to the bed where Liam is busy with his phone. "It's not like you're going to do anything with the rain, take a seat" He looks away from his phone and gently taps on the bed for me to come seat. "I don't really enjoy rainy days in the middle of summer, it's just 12pm and yet feels like 12am" I shudder, taking a seat beside him. He wraps me like an infant and gives his attention back to his phone."You're going to hold me and not even look at me?" I scoff, pulling the knee length warm socks to give my legs a proper coverage. He glances at me and gives me one of those smile of his, that excited my every being. He gently drops his phone and steadies his wrapped hand around my waist. "Okay now, careful," I scoff referring to my- our babies and he laughs."I'll be careful… The most careful" He leans down and starts to kiss me gently. His body completely buried mine. Goodness, I've missed this heavenly fe
It's been three weeks since Anne kidnapped me. I don't think I've ever used or thought of the word 'kidnapped' until I started living with Liam. And he started it all this. Liam's better and has been getting some type of therapy Halle recommended, for walking properly. He still uses crutches around the house though, but I am glad his health and everything that that fine body of his has are improving greatly. I could say I no longer need hiding but still stay with Liam in his father's home. Anne has been put to bar after her dirty atrocities were leaked. And hell it was a lot. The night after she kidnapped me. For the freaking second time. Everyone watching the news station at that moment went wild when the news lady started to reveal all her crimes and I don't know who gave them that information but Anne isn't going to be coming out of jail for a very long time. It was said she was partners with a drug dealer who also owned an underground brothel where they make
I make my way towards Liam, a rigid smile on my face. He doesn't look happy, but I can tell the relief he's feeling just by staring at me. I walk up to him and fall to his body like he's not covered in cast. My hands wrap around his neck and I start to cry like a child. He wraps me with his only movable hand and buries his head in my neck. God I miss him so much. Not just miss him because I was kidnapped by his crazy aunt. I missed him, everything about him and mostly his touches and what his face feels like, buried in my neck. I let go of him when I feel my weight becoming too heavy for him. I straighten my posture as I wipe my tears, that is getting frozen already. Summer nights are always the coldest. "Why did you come out… it's too cold." I say, picking up the blanket that had fallen from me while giving Liam a hug. "I couldn't just sit still and watch some weird woman do something to my wife." He scoffs. His wife… I sniff, "But still, you've not recovered fully
Scarlett "You're making this really difficult you know that" Ruby scoffs cupping my cheek and straddling me at the same. I don't reply her and just let my thoughts run through my mind. "Are you even listening to me Scarlett?" Ruby raises my head with her index finger. I glance down at her body which is now open, with her shirt lying on the floor. "What do you need my attention for? You want to have your way with me… go on then" I shrug. Crying or trying to struggle out of this will be futile. My hands are densely tied and even if I do get out of the room, I don't know what's out there. Waiting for me. Ruby scoffs, "You're making this really difficult for me… for us" "There's no us, there can never be an us, not tonight… Not forever" I say, looking at the rope around my wrist. I feel Ruby weight leave mine and she gently goes on to grab her shirt on the floor. She comes back to seat on the bed beside me and after a moment of silence, I hear her breathe. "I don't regret i
LIAM-I am currently exercising self-control while I lie here by myself in my bed. Scarlett and the nurse left the building approximately ten minutes ago, but she still hasn't arrived. I quickly peek at the clock on the wall and then out the window to confirm that the sun is still shining. I realise that it has been a few minutes since Scarlett has left, but I still can't stop thinking about her. All of a sudden, I find myself grinning like a fool while thinking about Scarlett. There is a part of me that is curious about what took place between us over the previous few months that I can't remember, but there is also a part of me that doesn't want to know. When you wake up one day and realise that someone else has already started to make your heart beat faster for them, it is pretty strange. It is not completely strange, but it is strange. And there I was, assuming that love would be difficult for someone like me to experience. I feel… I have no idea, but might this be what it's li
Scarlett~~*What's that smell… Smells really good. I snap my eyes open and the pink ceilings above my eyes, gets me on a chokehold. Where the fuck am I? I sit up, and the lady in front of me jumps. "Oh dang, Mrs. Knight you scared me" she places her hand on her chest. "Who are you?" I ask, looking around. The room looks like a pink unicorn puked all over it. The last thing I remember is… I gasp. Ophelia, Ophe freaking Lia! I try to get out of bed, but I notice my hands are softly tied to a pink rope which is tied against the bed board railings."Who are you and where am I?" I ask the lady in the room, who's now filling two cups with chocolate tea. "I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to say anything" She doesn't look at me. I sigh. She fills the cups with tea and I watch her scurry out of the room with an aloof smile. What the hell. I turn to the ropes around my wrists, and though it looks completely harmless, it still looks like it's completely hard to take off. T