SCARLETTAs soon as the morning light crept into my room and woke me up, everything that happened the last night came rushing back.I barely had time to dwell on it when I returned to my room because I was so exhausted and sore that I passed out the second my head touched my pillow. But now that I was awake and aware of what I’d done, I had to hug myself to quell the shame brimming wickedly in my guts.Christ. What the hell was I thinking?Frankly, I hadn’t been thinking straight since mom came to my room and sprung all that crap about misusing my opportunities and needing to marry into wealth. After I took a bath, my thoughts were all over the place and I was restless. I tried to watch a comfort show but I couldn’t focus, I tried to watch YouTube makeup tutorials but that was also a bust.Then at 2am, I got out of bed with an intention to take a walk downstairs and maybe spend the rest of the night in the library, but I found myself knocking at Alex’s door instead. Till now, I have n
SCARLETTAnna had asked me to work on a lower ranked model’s makeup for a shoot since Maeve didn’t need my services for the afternoon. Maeve had been invited as a member of a fashion panel at a Vogue event so her makeup was being done across me by a makeup artist sent from Vogue.For some reason, she kept talking to me the entire time, barely allowing me focus on the other model’s makeup.“Can you believe how easily we clicked? And now, we’re literally best friends, it’s amazing when I think of it,” Maeve winked childishly and I truly wondered how she’d not figured out the the friendship was one sided.“Have you seen the magazine that was basically a picture compilation from the Moxie fundraiser? It was sold out the second it dropped but I snagged one from Anna, and guess what?” she smiled expectantly, waiting patiently for me to respond.“Let me guess, there’s a lovely picture of you and Alex in it?” I played along.But god knows my throat dried up at the mention of Alex, especially
SCARLETTI heard an impatient rapping on my door while I was on my way out of the bathroom, barely covered up.“Give me a minute,” I called out while hurrying to put on a T-shirt.My lower half was still bare and I’d barely gotten the shirt overly head when the door was pushed open and I screamed before quickly wrapping my hands around myself protectively.“Chill out kiddo, it's just me,” mom laughed and shut the door behind her.“Can I have some privacy to dress up?” I frowned while I tugged the shirt down and reached for a pair of shorts.She looked at me like I’d grown two heads, “what's some tatas and butt cheeks that I haven't seen before? besides, you're my child, I’ve seen it a hundred times while you were growing.”Says the woman who was barely there while I raised and parented myself all by myself.“It’s not the same thing,” I rolled my eyes and zipped my shorts, “so, what's this important thing that couldn't wait a minute and caused you to barge in?”In a second, her express
ALEXMy mind was a mess, every corner of it was ridden with memories of her and all the insane things her body did to me.I couldn't think straight, and each time I thought I was, she crept in and I got lost in thoughts afresh.All of it made no sense, how did I get here? To this point where Scarlett, the materialistic whore was an obsessive thought? It was fucking annoying, she of all people should be at the farthest ends of my mind.But strangely, I’d grown addicted to the thoughts of her. Each time I relived a scene where I was fucking her, my entire body got heated and my dick was begging to be slid into her again. Most times it got so bad that I had to stroke myself to the thought of her wet, tight pussy clenching around my length mercilessly like it usually did.No matter what I did, I couldn’t fight off the urge to touch her again. She was every fucking where, in my dreams, in the bottom of my martini, in my head, in the blank worksheets, and in the bathroom mirrors.My entire
SCARLETT“Take that off, Scarlett, I beg you in the name of the moon goddess,” mom pushed me back into the room when I’d just finished getting ready for the date with Michael.I looked down at dress and wondered what was wrong with it.“This is the loveliest dress I have mom, what's the problem?” I placed both hands on my waist defensively.Her eyes swept over me from head to toe and she shook her head bitterly. “It’s just wrong, all of it, so yeah… take them off.”Before I could respond, a red haired woman in her thirties waltzed in while two others carried a heap of clothes and shoes while following closely behind her.“Ah, Charlotte, welcome,” my mom smiled and they both exchanged cheek kisses as greetings.Meanwhile, the clothes and shoes had been dumped on my bed and I was still confused as to what was going on.“Is this the girl I’m styling?” her accent was British and sophisticated.My mom nodded at that question so she walked over to me and grabbed me by my shoulder before tur
SCARLETTIt was either I had the face of an angel, so captivating that a man couldn't take his eyes of me, or Micheal just loved to stare.He didn't stare in a way that made me uncomfortable though, it was an adoring gaze that he seemed unable to tear his eyes away from. Even now as he swiped what was no doubt an unlimited gold card to pay the bill, his eyes remained on me.“Dinner was lovely, thank you for tonight,” I said out of courtesy as we walked to his car.An almost inaudible “hmm,” left his lips, one that made it seem like he’d never been thanked by any of the ladies he'd taken on a date.“No, Scarlett,” he opened the passenger door for me and then reached out to tuck a loose strand behind my ear, “thank you for being an amazing date, this is undoubtedly the best one I’ve ever been to.”I should’ve been excited at the prospect of being the best date that a man as handsome and gentlemanly as Micheal had ever had, flattered even, but I didn't feel a fragment of those emotions.
SCARLETTAlex???What the hell was he doing here!? Had he not gotten all the hints that I didn't want anything to do with him!?I swallowed the scream that threatened to escape me and decided to run off instead. But the second I lifted myself off the bed, he easily pushed me back down and pressed a palm over my mouth. I tried to fight him off, but I was powerless in comparison to an Alpha.“Where to, stepsister? Shouldn't you make family feel welcome?” as he spoke, I could smell the faint remnants of liquor on his breath.That told me all I needed to know about his sudden appearance. He was drunk, and I knew that because I shouldn't be able to pick up anything other than bodily scents from an Alpha. But he had to have drank a shit ton of alcohol for it to still be lingering on his breath.Under the dim light, he still looked sinfully dashing, pinning me down and hovering over me with his huge frame did something to me despite the fear his presence struck. I didn't understand it, and I
SCARLETTWhen he let go of my hands while both our chests were heaving, I assumed that he was done with me. But when he gripped my night dress and completely tore it off me, I realized that he definitely wasn’t.“I plan to fuck you until your holes are too sore to accept another man’s cock,” he lifted me off the bed easily before pushing me against the wall.The thought of him claiming me over and over until I was sore sounded fantastic, so much that I could feel my wetness dripping unto my inner thighs.“You’ve been avoiding me while desperately dying for me to fuck you again,” his fingers were inside me again, pushing in and out at a painfully slow pace.I shut my eyes and moved, practically fucking his fingers to prove that his words about my desperation were right.“Oh, god….” I bit my lower lip when he cupped my breast and squeezed it before pressing his thick, bulging erection flat against my back.Despite the fact that he’d just rearranged my guts minutes ago, I wanted him insi