196: A Sham

SCARLETT

I think about it every breathing moment, and each time I long for a repeat.

That drunken kiss with Logan from a week ago was somehow forged into my soul and burnt into my memory. I’ve never wanted to forget anything like I wanted to forget it, each time I remembered it, I was instantly wet because I was reliving how hard and throbbing he as underneath me as I straddled him.

More than anything, I knew he was the most forbidden fruit of the bunch compared to his other brothers, but that somehow made me crave him even more day after day.

The worst part was that I couldn't even get him out of my system by getting railed relentlessly until I was sore because Blake was awfully busy and we mostly talked on the phone of late. I needed to drown this need for his touch one way or the other else it’d drive me insane.

It doesn't help matters that my guilt about him breaking off his engagement with Ashley after listening to office gossip in the lunch room over the week. Apparently, Ashley