SCARLETT“She’s not in here, buddy,” Logan answered dryly.I rolled my eyes at Logan through the mirror at the same time that Blake pushed the door open, looking around frantically and only relaxing when his eyes landed on me.“Scarlett,” Blake called, his eyes bouncing between myself and Logan with jealously visibly filling them as he wondered why we were barely an inch apart, “is he bothering you or something?”“Yeah, he is,” I mimicked Logan’s dry tone from earlier.“Touch me and I’ll break every bone in your fingers,” Logan threatened wearily when Blake started to make his way towards him, stopping him in his tracks.“Logan, you can’t threaten your way out of everything, It’s unbecoming,” I reprimanded him, shifting nervously in my chair because both brothers were watching me closely.The intensity in both their gazes was causing a storm in the pit of my stomach, especially since an awkward silence had fallen after I spoke.“I can’t make any promises concerning that, because unfor
ALEXI fucking love her, don’t I?Slender fingers threaded the strands of my hair and pulled on it, forcing a moan out of me as our tongues intertwined and moved in perfect harmony. I let her lead, only nibbling on her perfectly plump lower lip whenever the opportunity presented itself.God, yes. I love her.I mean, the other morning when we’d kissed, I’d confirmed without a doubt that Scarlett was the love of my life, she was my entire life bundled into a graciously ethereal being, a woman whose beauty was a miracle in itself.We’re kissing again now, and I’m reminded of the certainty I felt that day, but somehow it felt much more overwhelming and I had to ask myself once again if I was in love with her, and just as I’d expected, the answer is still yes. I doubt it’ll ever be possible to tire of her, of the unique way she makes me feel, or the way everything feels right whenever she’s near.I’m still struggling to keep my racing heart at ease when she moans in my mouth and I feel my
SCARLETTMy legs were barely able to support me as Alex helped me out of the car.“Having a problem walking?” he teased as he intertwined our arms and wrapped another protective arm around my waist to hold me close to himself.“Not at all, I’m doing great on that front,” I shot back a sarcastic reply that made him laugh heartily.I loved the sound of his laughter, the rough bass that put me at ease whenever I was lucky enough to make him laugh.“I’d have had to carry you if I succumbed to my primal instincts and fucked you right after you came,” he whispered as we walked into the restaurant.I nudged him playfully in the side, trying to keep my cool as I looked around the glamorous restaurant. Everyone and everything looked like they fell from a money tree or had been baptized in pure gold.Which made sense since a restaurant such as Winston’s was only frequented by celebrities and old money benefactors. I’d only seen pictures of it in gossip columns, so it felt like I was dreaming as
SCARLETTMom was introducing me to the 100th man in her life today and I wasn't even joking. If my memories were correct, then during the time I lived with Mom, she had changed men more than she had changed her hairstyle. It was something I had grown used to. It was shameful and painful to watch my mom go around from one wealthy and powerful male to another. She didn't care and there was no on or off switch about who she seduced, as long as their pockets were loaded. My cheeks stung as I remembered the slap and public embarrassment I'd suffered on high school prom day. It was from a friend because apparently, the man mom had gone on a month-long vacation with was her dad. And this was a friend who had confided in me that her happy family was falling apart because her dad cheating.It was the end of one of the most genuine friendships I've ever had. That night was also the last night I saw Mom. I couldn't handle her behavior anymore and I did that one thing I've always wanted to do.
SCARLETT Alpha Vaughn did the introductions. "This is Logan Vaughn, my first son, Alexander Vaughn, my second, and Blake Vaughn, my last son for now," then he threw a suggestive wink at my mom. But that was even the least of my concerns. I was too focused on Logan Vaughn, the man who ruined my life and turned everything upside down but he wasn't even looking at me. His eyes had met mine briefly when his father did the introductions but that was it, no flicker of recognition flashed in his cold eyes. It looked like he didn't recognize me. For the past two years, I've had to live in absolute misery because of what he did to me but it seemed like he didn't even recognize me. Of course, I wasn't the only one whose life he had ruined, I was just a number and nothing important. My anger multiplied but there was nothing I could do, I couldn't cause a scene, at least not now. The second son, Alexander, who looked like a carefully crafted perfect image and looked like something that
SCARLETT I woke up to the best news the next morning. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that my biggest dream had been handed over to me on a platter of gold like this. After I lost my business to Logan Vaughn, I had to do anything I could lay my hands on which included working part-time at a convenience store and a cafe and that meant that I had to give up on my dream of running a beauty business. At least for now. I just wanted to do anything that'd fetch me money to pay back my loans that wouldn't stop mounting. But that didn't stop me from searching for jobs that'd make me live out my dreams and I had almost given up because I couldn't get one. And now, a job offer as an assistant makeup artist at one of the biggest talent agencies was sitting right in my mail. I couldn't believe it. “For the love of God, Scarlett, why are you screaming?” Emma, my best friend and roommate screamed back at me. “Emma, you won't believe this, I... I...” I couldn't even get the wo
SCARLETT “What?” My voice sounded hollow even to my own eyes and I found myself turning slightly to look at him. He was still looking straight ahead, hands jammed into the pockets of his trousers and an unreadable expression on his face before he turned to look at me and the lump in my throat grew in size. He did not even make any move to move closer to me, yet I found myself staggering back a little. “I asked if you enjoy watching.” “What? I don’t… what are… I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” “You don’t,” his voice sounded like mockery and the corners of his lips lifted in a sardonic smirk, one that made my heart thump faster and made it almost impossible to breathe. “No, I don’t,” I said in a brave voice even though bravery was the last thing I was feeling right now, “and if you’ll excuse me,” I started for the elevator’s door, grateful that it had reached the ground floor and the door would slide open anytime soon. It was supposed to stop anytime soon but
SCARLETT Five days later and I still couldn’t get the mental image of his long fingers casually brushing over my wet folds out of my mind. I know it was crazy and obscene to even think of him that way, to relive those tortuous 50 seconds where my stepbrother-to-be had caressed my wet folds and shoved his hand into my face to show me how wet and aroused watching him fuck another girl’s mouth had made me. Heck, he had derided me while at it and made me feel like a dirty slut but still, his words aside, his fingers had been the best thing to ever touch me. And it had been just for a couple of seconds! I hated myself for reacting to him, hated myself for not being able to put him out of my mind. I’d have said I was never going to see him again but I wasn’t going to let go of a dream job just because of an asshole. A dream job that I got fair and square. But at least, I could say I wasn’t going to see him and his brothers again outside of a formal setting. That was until Mom fo