SCARLETTI turned around slowly, my palms clammy and my heart racing in my chest. Whatever I was about to say died in my throat when I came face-to-face with him. He has his sleeves rolled up and the sight of his bare arms did something unexplainable to me. It made my brain zap, made my eyes linger on his fingers, the same ones that had been brushing and parting my folds with ease in the elevator just a couple of days ago. "What are you doing here?" his quiet voice interrupted my thoughts and it made me jump a little as I looked up at him again. His eyes were dark and unreadable and a smirk that looked darkly amused tugged at the corners of his lips."I... I came... Maeve asked me... She told me to drop a package for you and no one was here so I...""You could have just dropped it and left but what did you do? You waited. What were you waiting for, Scarlett?"The sound of my voice on his lips made my brain flip just as the absurdity of his sentence dawned on me."What? What do you.
SCARLETT The images refused to leave my head. How he touched me, how he fingered me till I completely lost myself... I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It's been a couple of days now and yet, they still live rent-free in my head. I hated that I loved every minute of it, that I wanted more, that I needed more. And I hated myself for feeling that way. This was someone who had degraded me from the first moment he saw me. Yet, I wanted nothing from him than to be treated as the said whore. I wanted him to do all those wicked things to me, to fuck and touch me and just make me go crazy with pleasure. And I hated that. I've never been like this and I wondered what Alexander Vaughn was bringing out in me. After I did the walk of shame from his office that day, he had not said a single word to me. He hasn't even breathed in my direction. He has acted like I was going invisible which I was grateful for because if he attempted to touch or degrade me again, I'd not be able to turn him
ALEXANDERHer type was the worst. I knew her game. Right from the moment I saw her at dinner, dressed like a whore with her cleavage almost spilling out from the poor excuse of a gown she wore. I could already tell what her game was. But still, I wasn't prepared to have her go for it immediately, bringing up how Logan had ruined her business was a way of digging her fawns into my father’s wealth. She was so shameless about it and even had the audacity to look offended when I pointed out the obvious to her. And to prove me right, she showed up at my company the next day and coincidentally stumbled on me and Maeve and she watched us. The smell of her arousal was so strong that it drowned out everything. I knew she wished she was the one on her knees, taking my cock down her pretty throat and she proved me right in that elevator. Proved me even more right when she coincidentally stumbled on Maeve bent over the table and my cock thrusting into her wet core. She didn't walk away like
SCARLETT It was finally Mom’s wedding day and like she said, it was a small wedding with less than 20 people, including us in attendance. It was a garden wedding and while they were setting up the garden, I got dressed, and on setting out of my room, my body collided with a strong one full of hard planes and muscles. The woody and strong masculine scent that wasn't familiar filled my nose as I moved back. It was Logan Vaughn and he had a scowl that seemed to be permanent on his face. It was the first time I had seen him outside of breakfast and dinner since I moved here. He was dressed in a grey suit when he should have worn a black one. That's the one that'd match his heart and soul. Then he sidestepped me and started to walk away. My anger came back in full force that he had ruined my life and he didn't even have the common decency to apologize. “You’re really not going to apologize, are you?” He turned back slowly, eyes vacant and so deep it felt like gazing into an ab
SCARLETT The wedding was fast. I can't remember the last time I saw Mom that happy; I don't think I've ever seen her that happy. And despite everything, I was happy for her too and I genuinely hoped this one would last. After our encounter in the hallway, Alex didn't glance at my way once and Logan was back to pretending that I didn't exist. The woman that came to the house the other day, the one Blake introduced as his PA and fuck buddy was present too and I fleetingly wondered how important she was to be invited to the close-knitted gathering. Finally, they said their vows and we settled down for lunch. I didn't know how it happened but I found myself saddled between Alex and Blake. It was suddenly too hard to breathe with my heart pounding wildly because of Blake and my body heating up because of Alex. But I started eating anyway, hopeful that the good food and chatters would calm me down. They did until a strong hand landed on my thighs, pried them apart and his hand start
SCARLETT My palm didn't make contact with his face because he caught it easily. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice eerily silent, like the brush of a whisper and his eyes a blazing fiery furnace. He was angry, completely angry. I could tell from his eyes even though he looked otherwise. His was a silent anger, one that raged destructively. "Let go of my hand," I gritted out, despite the fear coursing through my veins. I tried to pry my hand from his hold but it was a futile attempt. He was a powerful Alpha whose powers were more than that of an ordinary wolf and I was a weak wolf; the lowest of the lowest, an omega. "Were you just about to slap me?" his voice had an incredulous tone in it. He looked amused as if this was the most comical thing he had ever experienced. "You were rude to me, you treated me like a whore in front of..." "That's because that's what you are," he replied just as he pulled me in closed the door, and turned me around before pushin
SCARLETT I did the walk of shame to my room in a daze, walked to the bathroom in a daze and I stayed under the hot shower till my body felt raw and painful. I'd allowed Alex to touch me again, degrade me, insult me and I had the audacity to enjoy it. He was right; I was a whore, the worst kind because I was doing this with my stepbrother. I wonder how Mom would react if she found out. She'd be disappointed. Even I was completely disappointed in myself. I wore a pair of comfortable pajamas and I was able to get settled on my bed with a knock that interrupted my movement. It was Blake. I've already known his signature knocking and I opened the door to see him smiling at me. He held up a pack of chicken and bottles of soju for me to see. “You look kind of down earlier so I'm here to cheer you up,” he told me as he walked in, “and what's a better way of cheering someone up if not with beer and chicken?” “Oh my God!” My lips stretched into a smile as I closed the door and I fol
SCARLETTI must have hallucinated it because Blake was back to his usual self and there was no hint of last night and this morning in his demeanor at all. Even though my heart still fluttered when he stood too close and my palms got clammy but there was nothing that hinted at what happened last night at all. After breakfast, Mom and the Alpha left for their honeymoon. They’d be gone for a while because she told me they were visiting five countries. I was skeptical about staying in the house without her and staying alone with the brothers but the fact that I have Blake sort of put me at peace.And as if he could read my mind and wanted to put me at peace, he took me for a ride and we ended up going to a drive-in cinema. We ate out so there was no need for dinner. But during breakfast the next morning, both Alex and Logan were missing from the dining. It was the first time that’d happened since I moved in.And I just had to ask Alex. “Sitting together to eat is torture,” he answered