SCARLETTShame flooded my entire being in an unforgiving way as I changed to fresh clothes in the cabin.I felt like there was a stench of the godforsaken act I’d just engaged in hovering and clinging to every inch of my skin as I hurried out of the cabin and into the house. I practically ran up the stairs as several voices in my head pointed accusing fingers at me.Immediately I was in the privacy of my room, I slammed the door shut, peeled my clothes off quickly and stormed into the bathroom.I turned on the shower to the hottest temperature and used all my might to scrub off the shame lingering all over me. No matter how much I tried, it seemed impossible to wash off the fact that I’d let my step-brother fuck the living daylight out of me at seven fucking a.m and I’d enjoyed every single moment of it.Again, I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was sore, but the memories were too fresh and I kept failing to get rid of the shame snowballing in my head.My alarm went off signifying
LOGANAll the questionable, merciless, and distasteful things I’d done over the years had never left me feeling guilty. Not one act had stirred guilt or pity in me, no matter how many people it’d affected because I saw the world through morally gray lenses that no one could clean up.Well, until over a week ago when I ravaged that whore’s body until my erection felt hard enough to poke a hole in my pants.Fucking hell.What on earth possessed me to touch her? All I’d gone there to do was feed on her—for my satisfaction, since she had mindlessly amazing blood—and make her scream in pain the entire time.You thought that was a good plan despite knowing she was a blood whore? the guilt gnawing at my insides mocked me.Of course, it was a foolish plan from the get-go, but I’d tried my hardest to cause her real pain when I realized that feeding from her neck wasn't enough. However, she seemed to be made from something the gods forged in the pits of doom because as the pain intensified, so
SCARLETT“This doesn't affect your pay per hour, missy,” Blake said while locking up the Cafe.I charged in defense. “Who says I was worried about that? You're the best boss ever, I’m sure you've got us covered.”He laughed as he walked towards his car.“Well, I peeked at you through the corner of my eye while locking up and I thought that's the reason you had a frown on,” he opened the passenger’s door for me as usual.Oh, that frown.That was the result of bubbles of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. The moxie fundraiser was today and I had no idea what to wear, I also felt like I’d stick out like a sore thumb in the midst of the filthy rich people attending.“Well, what was the frown for?” Blake probed as he started the engine.“I’m just a bit nervous about tonight, that's all,” I said playfully but I knew he could pick up on the hints that it wasn't a joke.“Put your mind at ease love, I promise to make sure everything’s just right,” he assured me.***And man, did Blake alway
SCARLETTBlake’s arm remained roped through mine when we finally made it past the sea of paparazzi and into the main hall.The live streaming shows I’d watched of the Moxie fundraiser did it no justice. It was the same venue every year, but some of the places I’d just spotted have never been shown on camera, the entire place was exquisite and flowing with rich people and celebrities I’d never dreamed of seeing this close.“Blake Vaughn? Who would’ve thought!” A woman in her thirties that could pass as a teenager because of her skimpy dress greeted Blake, ogling him openly.“Mrs. Chauncey, what a lovely surprise,” he shook her hand then turned to me, “this is Scarlett, a new addition to our family and my esteemed date for the night.”I reached out to shake her and she scrutinized me with a razor gaze while only shaking the tip of my red manicured nails.She talked Blake’s ear off, touching his chest at intervals and laughing like he was a stage clown when he barely said anything funny.
SCARLETTMy initial shock morphed into mind numbing panic when he remained quiet.I had to get out of the restroom before he got any closer to me, but I didn't know how that’d be possible. Still, I took a few cautious steps back, and summoned all my courage to challenge him.“What're you doing here? Last time I checked, it's the ladies restroom,” I put on a bold face despite the chill turning my spine into ice.He ran a hand through his sleek hair and some strands covered his brow making him look like a model straight of a vogue magazine.“You should know the answer to that,” he looked me over like a piece of meat, but the anger that was always in his eyes was present, “seeing as you came in looking a slut begging to be fucked.”It shouldn't have, but his words sent a spark right to my core.“What's it with you and thinking that everything I do revolves around you?” I hissed, I couldn't let him catch on to the fact that his dirty words stirred me.He didn't answer, he just watched me
SCARLETTShame became anger, and my eyes suddenly darted at the person whose fault my current predicament was.Alex.“I can’t go back in because your scent is all over me, thank you,” I blurted angrily, my teeth gritted in annoyance.An amused look danced in his eyes as he unlocked the latch, looking sinfully handsome and put together despite having turned me into a whimpering mess mere seconds ago.“Why’re you so scared of people finding out about your true self? Don't you get sick of playing pretend?” his only pleasure was derived from taunting me, I hated it, “you're not fooling anyone, anyways.”I was so pissed that I could feel smoke coming out of my ears as I glared at him. But before I could think up a retort, he’d walked out the door and slammed it shut like he didn't care for my response.“Ugh!!!” I groaned angrily as I thought of a way out.There was no way I could return to the event reeking of Alex like we’d been merged, flesh and blood. Yeah, no fucking way!I dragged in
SCARLETTBlake and I downed glass after glass of champagne while the auctioneer briefed us on what would happen next.From the little my tipsy brain gathered, the next phase of the event was the auction for ladies. At first, it sounds like we’d be sold out, but we were assured that it was nothing remotely close to that since the charity was for a good cause.Then, all the ladies were torn away from their dates and ushered into a dimly lit hall while the men remained outside.“Of course she’d rather stand all the way over there rather than be seen with us,” Maeve hissed beside me and rolled her eyes.When I followed her gaze, I realized that it was planted on Ashley who was by herself in a corner of the room and typing away on her phone. I didn’t dignify Maeve’s spiteful words with a response, but I finally realized why she’d been quiet since we were separated from the Vaughn brothers.It’s because she’d been too busy staring at Ashley, and now that I took a good look at the gaze she p
SCARLETTThe auctions for the ladies was over in the next ten minutes, and no one else got a quarter of the bids I received. The lights went out and we were led towards the next hall where the auction for artworks was meant to take place and I immediately started to scan the entire place for Blake, I needed to share the shock pulsing through me with someone else.“Hey star girl,” a tap on my shoulder indicated that Blake had beaten me to the chase and found me first.He was holding two glasses of red wine and I quickly reached for one and gobbled about half of the contents before letting out a sigh.“Thank you, I needed that,” I chuckled softly when he smiled and nodded, “I still feel like that auction was a dream and I needed something to drag me back to reality.”“It wasn’t a dream, sweetheart, you’re definitely worth every dime that was auctioned for you,” he was looking at me like he believed every word he’d just uttered with an unwavering conviction.Maybe it was the liquor, but