SCARLETTI hugged my box to my chest and walked through the gates of my favorite art store.In all my life, at least the years I’ve spent loving this art store, I’ve never walked in without a huge grin. Well, except today. I’d been coming here for so long that I’d watched the middle aged owners grow grey hair and become grandparents, it felt like home and that’s why it’s the place that came to mind when I needed an escape.Unlike other days, I didn’t sit behind a canvas and pick up a paintbrush, I just sat solemnly in a quiet corner and wondered how my life became such a shit show in a matter of months. A life that I’d been building tirelessly and painstakingly for years.When the owners noticed I was sulking, they sent a sever over with a cup of coffee and a refill jar and I could only thank them with a weak smile, I was scared that I’d start bawling my eyes out if I spoke a word.As I sipped the flavorless black coffee, my life seemed even blander than it.Looking back at the series
SCARLETTThe worry lines on his face couldn't be be borne from anything but genuine concern, but I still felt like I’d imagined it.For some reason, all I could do was stare at him and wonder why he was in that state. I’d never seen him be anything but sensual, angry, or taunting. It felt like I was looking at a completely different person as he shut the door behind him and walked towards me.“Are you okay? I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he let out a deep sigh.Had I heard right? I doubted it, Alex has never cared about my wellbeing in the slightest. In fact, the most notable act of human decency he's shown me was when he gave me a bottle of water earlier today.However, his appearance backed up his words.He definitely looked like he’d been going from place to place in the last couple of hours. He still had on his work clothes but the edges of his pants were dusty, his shoelaces were loose, his collar was crumpled, his shirt was untucked with the sleeves folded haphazardly an
ALEXIt's been a week since Maeve caused the first major blowout in my company, and to think that she did it by spreading a video of me fucking Scarlett would never cease to infuriate me.About an half an hour ago, I’d finally mailed her agent the official terminated contract. The only reason I hadn't done so earlier was because her contract hadn't expired and my lawyers were trying to find a loophole where I wouldn't have to pay her an enormous settlement.I could've easily parted with the seven million dollar termination fee but I didn't want to give that slimy bitch a cent of my money after the ruckus she’d caused, so I patiently allowed the lawyers do their due diligence.Even before I began the termination process, Maeve had come into my office and begged over and over, gotten on her knees, cried until snot dried up on her nostrils, screamed hysterically, pledged to never offend me again, but I turned a blind eye and deaf ear to every single thing.And now, as I heard heels clack
ALEXThe first shot of tequila had just gone down my throat when thoughts of the past week dawned on me.The most recent development was that the technical team had confirmed that the video no longer existed, even Maeve’s copy was mandated to be erased by a court order from my lawyers.However, the disappearance of the video was barely enough to right Maeve’s wrongs and how they’d affected Scarlett, so I issued a company wide ban on speaking of the incident within or outside the walls and the penalty was a defamation law suit with an exorbitant fine and jail term.While those had worked easily, the last phase was making me break a sweat because I couldn't get through to Scarlett no matter what I did.Each time I ran into her—which was almost never—I’d tried my hardest to explain that everything was finally under control but she didn't care about a word that left my lips and barely gave me more than a few seconds of her time before storming off.She’d made it perfectly clear that she n
SCARLETTI was waiting for shit to hit the fan, bracing myself for the disgrace, hanging by a thread as I imagined the hell my mother would unleash….But it didn’t happen, none of it.I’d imagined the disappointment and disgust on Blake’s face when he learnt that he’d been fighting off his feelings for me while I’d been fucking his brother day and night for weeks, and somehow, that was the one reaction I dread the most.However, that didn’t happen either. And no matter how much I’d prepared myself for the drama that would unfold once my secret was out, I felt inadequately prepared and like I’d be far more crushed and heartbroken than I was at work if they ever found out.When days passed and everyone kept treating me like a fragile egg because I was hiding away in my room, I realized that they didn’t know anything was amiss.Also, when I finally found the courage to turn on my phone again, the first thing I checked was the company staff’s telegram group chat. I immediately noticed tha
SCARLETTLife has been so good lately, absolutely amazing.It’s particularly exhilarating because I’d convinced myself that I was doomed and things would only go downhill after the sex tape aired, but instead, my life turned around in a way it never had before.I’d resumed my new job and everyone was amazing, the work environment was refreshing and there were no hostile models that threw tantrums like Maeve because such attitude would result in a terminated contract.Each day, I came back home feeling replenished instead of having my moral depleted and I even spent lunches with Emma because she worked nearby. Everything was beyond perfect and I’d even mapped out a way to pay off my loan in months instead of years.Also, I was sticking to my decision to stay away from Alex by all means and that had been working great for me since he wasn’t on my case like before. And even though I didn’t need to, I kept working at Blake’s cafe because I enjoyed his company and our car rides filled with
LOGANI’d been staring at the all access invite to the private gala that Micheal had mailed me for a while now, and something in my guts made it seem like a bad idea to attend. I wasn’t sure why, but I attributed it to the fact that I hated these sort of gatherings that were filled with snobby rich people kissing each other’s asses to secure favors. I usually felt less reluctant about attending them when Ashley was with me, but an Arabian Prince had just shown interest in investing in our company so she had to travel to seal the deal. Right now, I was contemplating drafting an email to Micheal that I’d send a representative in my stead but I thought against it when I remembered the promise I made to Ashley after she reprimanded me last night over the phone. She’d insisted that it was a celebration of a partnership she worked her ass off for so it wouldn’t be fair to either parties involved in the rigorous process if I couldn’t acknowledge the beginning of the partnership by attendin
MICHEALVictory. I could taste it, like finely aged wine at the tip of my tongue.The downfall of the Vaughn brothers was finally upon me, and I’d set up the grand stage for the first humiliating death.That of the pompous bastard of the bunch. Logan’s.It was all happening, right before me, and I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I had to hide my smile behind my wine glass while the UV light worked its magic on his pathetic self. From the second he mounted the stage, I could tell that he was in pain.His attempt at saving face by manipulating the microphone was desperate and foolish, but I knew that everyone would soon know the real reason why his sentence was cut off. By the time his skin started go ablaze and burn to ashes, they’d see him as the undeserving asshole he was, the cursed weakling he truly was.The more I watched him, the more my anticipation for his horrid increased.My eyes weren’t doing enough justice as regards seeing the true extent of his pain, so I switched