SCARLETTMom had sang it throughout the entire house that Saturday morning that lunch would be observed as a family and everyone was expected to be seated by 1pm. When I told Blake how oddly formal her demands were, he let me in on a little secret she hadn't divulged.Ashley had been invited to lunch, on Logan’s request of course, but he’d asked his dad to make sure everyone was present for an important announcement, and my mom had ‘selflessly’ taken that burden off her husband’s shoulders.When Blake and I strolled into the dining area from the game room at a couple minutes after 1pm, everyone was present except Logan.But shortly after, he walked in with Ashley clinging to his arm like she was a little nervous. She was wearing a red sundress that flattered her ginger hair and she looked really beautiful, especially when she flashed smiles around the table in greeting.As I watched Logan pull out a seat for her on instinct and gently help her into it, I couldn't help but wonder how h
LOGANFather rarely called me aside, but I’d half expected him to, especially after dropping an announcement of that magnitude during lunch.When I walked into his room, he was already seated behind his desk and I noticed the deep frown lines in his forehead, a subtle warning that our discourse would most likely be unpleasant. But I was no stranger to those type of conversations, with dad, that was usually the norm.“Are you serious? About that silly announcement you just made that you're marrying her,” he asked with disdain evident in his tone.I was already pissed at his very first statement. Was I a fucking clown? Why would I introduce a woman as my fiancée and be unserious about it?“Yes, father. I’m dead serious about marrying Ashley,” I kept a distance from him and fought to keep my anger out of my voice.“Well, you're fucking stupid. It’s glaring,” he was definitely not hiding his anger and he was fueling mine by the second.I ground my teeth viciously against each other in ann
LOGANI stormed into my room after I left dad’s, but I held back from slamming the door when my eyes landed on Ashley. She was seated on the edge of my bed, and she’d torn her eyes away from the book in her hands when I walked in.She must've noticed my irritable mood because worry lines immediately creased her forehead.“Hey, is everything alright?” she finally asked after I closed the door behind me.“My father is worried about the curse,” there was no point being dishonest with her, she always saw through me.However, I didn't intend to disclose her father in law to-be’s lack of belief in our union.“That's understandable, he's doing it as a father who is worried about his son,” she patted the space beside her and I sat down on the bed.“I’d like to believe that, and so would you. But we both know he’s concerned because he doesn't want to be disgraced by his heir when power changes hands,” I sighed bitterly.“That’ll never happen, I’m positive that we’ll find your mate and get rid
ALEXFucking has always been a simple sport for me, not a haunting obsession.But with Scarlett, I was just that—obsessed, insatiable and addicted to exploring her body without end. Before her, I’d never been this attracted to anyone nor this eager to fuck a woman every minute of the day.I didn't understand it but the urge to be inside her was a flame I couldn't quench.In the past week, I’ve fucked her in all the positions in the Kama sutra, but that still didn't suffice to quench the burning desire for her. If anything, it increased it because the more we fucked, the more I looked forward to the next time.The urge should've waned by now, it should've fizzled out completely, but it didn't look like it would anytime soon. It’s as though the more we fuck, the more she unravels a feral hunger within me.The gods know I’ve never felt anything as compelling as my lust for her body.The pleasure I derived from being fully in control and turning her into a whimpering mess was unbelievable
ALEXMy secretary was just about to lock the door of my office after dropping some files when Maeve held it open and walked in.“Hi, daddy,” she slurred seductively as she shut the door behind her.When I looked up at her, she was wearing a childish pout and batting her eyelashes as she approached me in a skirt that barely concealed her ass talk less of her freshly tatted thighs that she was aiming to show off.“Is anything the problem, Maeve?” I was addressing her as an employee, but I doubt she understood that because she made herself comfortable on the edge of my desk as usual.“Yes, everything,” she was picking the tips of her red nails in a cutesy manner that didn’t impress me, “especially the fact that you’ve been avoiding me of late.”She wasn’t wrong, but I’d word that differently. I owe her no loyalty, so there was no need to avoid her, I frankly just didn’t care for her services anymore because my cock only answered to Scarlett’s body.“And why would I do that?” I asked in a
SCARLETT“We’re doing inventory for the new makeup stock Fenty Beauty sent over, you should come by and restock your eyeshadow palettes,” a makeup intern told me as she watched me struggle to scrape the non existent purple eyeshadow unto a model’s face.“Uh, when’s that?” as soon as the question left my lips, the door of the makeup studio was flung open and everyone’s attention turned to it.Maeve walked in with visibly swollen eyed, a red nose and mascara stained under eyes.“Everyone, get the fuck out, now!”Pandemonium broke out and people began to scatter left and right, struggling to gather their things and leave before Maeve unleashed terror on them. I was on my merry way out as well when she grabbed my wrist and brought me to a halt.“Stay,” she asked softly and I nodded.I couldn't even pissed at her when I looked into her red rimmed eyes, she looked broken and downtrodden and this once I wouldn't mind being the person whose ears she talks off if it'll make her feel better.Wh
SCARLETTBelieve it or not, Micheal had grown on me of late, and with my mother’s nudges, I’d gone on two more dates with him after the Museum.Both our third and fourth dates were at a beautiful serene beach house in the outskirts of town and we’d gone twice because I wanted to exhaust all the activities and Micheal was happy to fuel my fantasies.Tonight, we were driving to our fifth date and I’d successfully converted him to afrobeats so we were humming along to Burna Boy’s ‘Rollercoaster’.“I feel like a new man around you,” he chuckled as the song faded and the beat of another subtly began.“What? Because I saved you from soulless jazz music and showed you the light?” I joked comfortably and he threw his head back.“Yes, Scarlett, that's precisely why,” the serious edge in his voice suggested otherwise but I sucked at mushy talk so I played along.“Anytime, sweetheart. I’ll be here to lead you back to musical salvation if you ever backslide,” I said in a sweet sing-song voice and
LOGANFor days, my wolf had been on edge, the type that would make a weaker man jump off a cliff to make it all stop. I’d expected it to get better with the dark and quiet but it seemed to be getting more and more restless by the hour.What’s far worse was that my vampire half was equally agitated, if not much more than my wolf.No, my vampire half was more than agitated, it was completely enraged and had begun warring against my wolf on a way that was slowly driving me mad. I knew what it wanted, and I knew where to get it, but so many things were holding me back.Of late, I was starved of blood. Not in the sense that I couldn't find a victim to prey on and soothe my hunger, but because normal blood had started to seem unpleasant and filthy.I’d tried countless times, with all the possible blood types at my disposal, but I could barely swallow a sip without feeling nauseous and irritated with the taste. Some nights ago, I attempted doing a transfusion to get the blood into my system