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 forced me to attend this dress fitting for her wedding that they already fixed for the next week. Her dress was done and now, she was forcing me to check out some dresses too. “This looks good on you, Scarlett, it’s perfect and the color blends perfectly with your skin and hair color.” She was right about the pink dress blending perfectly with my auburn hair and golden skin but the dress was another definition of showing skin. It was sleeveless and exposed an ample part of my cleavage and it stopped on my thighs. I wasn’t comfortable with it but since I had no intention of attending her wedding or wearing it, I nodded eagerly, desperate to put an end to trying on new gowns because the pink one she agreed was fine was like the 30th one. “It’s just a very small wedding with less than 30 guests and it’s going to take place in the house’s garden,” Mom told me when we were back in the waiting room and sipping teas while we waited for our orders to be packed. “Mom, I’m not sure I’m going to…” “You’re going to be my maid of honor, Scarlett,” she interrupted me before I could complete my sentence, “you know I’ve always dreamt of this for so long, a dream wedding with my daughter and…” “I won’t be attending your wedding, Mom,” I interrupted with a note of finality and her eyes widened slightly, “attending the dinner and coming here were the last duties of a daughter that I’d ever perform for you. Our relationship really ended when I left home that day. It can’t be salvaged.” I grabbed my bag and stood to my feet, “you should tell them not to pack the gown, I have no use for it.” I started to walk away but she grabbed my hand tightly, putting an end to my movement. “I’m sorry, Scarlett. I know I messed up but everything I ever did was for you. I wanted… I needed to make more money so I’d be able to take care of you and…” “So you slept with my friend’s dad!” I screamed, not caring who could hear us, “She was my best friend, Mom! My best friend! She cried on my shoulders that her parents were getting a divorce because her dad was cheating and the person he was sleeping with turned out to be you!- Do you even realize how terrible you make me feel? You made me lose my best friend and years later, you want me to attend the wedding to a man I’m sure you’re only marrying because of money? Come on, Mom.” I peeled her hands off my body and refused to have my resolve weakened because of the tears pooling in her eyes. “I was foolish to honor your request but then, I was just thinking… I just felt… you know what? I hope this is the last time I see you.” And without waiting for her reply or anything, I made my way out of the store. I was going to walk to the bus stop to enter a bus and go back to the comfort of my house but my vision was too blurry from tears and my legs felt too weak and I didn’t know when I collapsed into the nearest bench, the event of the past years catching up on me. How I saved up to open my store only to lose it in a night, how nothing has been working out for me since I left home. It was just too draining and I didn’t know when I started bawling my eyes out, without caring whether I was in public or not. I was still sobbing when I felt fingers gently brush my ears and loud music filled my ears. An Afropop song, a calming song by Chike, and I felt an instant calm, one that made my tears trail off almost immediately. I turned around to see who it was and it was Blake Vaughn, my third stepbrother and he was looking at me with a polite and almost hesitant smile on his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to but I just… I overheard you arguing with your mom and I saw you run here and I couldn’t just leave you alone. I’m sorry if that was…” “No, it’s okay, it’s alright. Thank you.” “Ohh, I’m glad,” he reached into his pocket and stretched out a white handkerchief to me, “here,” he nodded at my face and I collected it to wipe my face with it. “Thank you so much,” I told him as I removed the headset and stretched it towards him, “it’s just a little argument with my mom.” “And I know just the perfect way to cheer you up,” he sounded suddenly excited and before I could even reply, he had reached out to grab my hand to pull me up and I felt tingles erupt on the skin where he touched me. “I… I really have to go now. It’s already running late and the bus…” “Come on, Scarlett, do you really think I’d allow you to get on the bus this late, and trust me, you’re going to enjoy where I’m taking you.” He really started to drag me towards the car park and all my whines and refusals were promptly ignored. And I couldn’t help but wonder where it was that he was taking me.SCARLETT He took me to an Afropop event; a concert by an upcoming Nigerian artist and to say I had the time of my life would be an understatement. Immediately we entered the hall with loud music and swaying bodies and cheering voices, my worries dissipated and I became one with the music. I didn't want it to end but even when it did, I was in high spirits. Blake was extremely nice to me. He even got me ice cream and chicken on the drive to where I live and I couldn't help but wonder how someone as nice and amazing as him could be siblings to someone as rude as Alex and as vile as Logan. Thinking about Logan made my anger spike and my palm balled into a fist subconsciously. I still couldn't believe how nonchalant he had sounded when I brought what he did up at dinner. I just couldn't understand how someone could be as vile as that when he practically ruined my life. “We're here,” Blake’s voice jolted me out of my reverie and I looked around to see that we were packed in front
SCARLETT It was Alexander Vaughn and my heart skipped several beats as he walked in, dressed in a dashing black suit. Everybody bowed their respects before they started filling out and I followed them but not before daring a glance at Alex. He wasn't looking at my way. Instead, he was focused on Maeve who now wore a seductively proud smile and I instantly connected the dots just before I stepped out. The blonde hair and that smile. She was the one on her knees the other day. She was the one Alex had been fucking her mouth. The realization sent an alien feeling through my body. I couldn't name or describe it but it seemed so much like jealousy which was ridiculous because there was nothing to be jealous about. “How long do you think they'll spend today?” Ken, one of the stylists Anna Chen introduced to me earlier asked another girl whose name I had forgotten. “The shoot is in an hour so I'd say they'd be done before then.” “As if that has ever stopped them before.” From th
SCARLETT What happened was that our building collapsed, just like it has been threatening to for over a year now. It was a risk staying there and we could only be grateful that it happened during the day when almost all the occupants were at work. If it had happened during the night, a lot of casualties would have been recorded but now, nobody died and only a few people were injured. "This is fucked up, hmm?" Emma's voice came beside me, "What are we going to do now?" I knew she said we were just too polite. She was all sorted out. Her boyfriend has been bothering her to move in with him for months now and I knew he just called her a few minutes ago to tell her he was on her way to pick her up. And for me, I was lost. I had no one to turn to and nowhere to go to. I was completely stranded. It was five days to payday so I was completely broke right now. The money I had with me would not even pay for three nights at the cheapest hotel and I still have to get new clothes because I
SCARLETT Blake pulled me into a very big bear hug the minute I stepped into the house. “Welcome home, Scarlett, Maria told us that you’d be living with us now,” For now, I replied in my mind. Even though I had accepted Mom’s offer, I didn’t plan on staying here for more than 3 months. Because hopefully, in three months, I would have sorted myself out, would have paid off my loans, and be financially stable enough to get a decent apartment for myself. That seemed far-fetched but I was more than ready to work thrice as hard to make it a reality. “Yeah,” I replied to him and a very wide and cheery grin touched his lips. “That’s so nice, now I can properly take you under my wings and treat you like a baby sister.” His tone was harmless but there was something about the way he said it, about the way his eyes lingered on my face that made my heartbeat increase. Come on, Scarlett. What’s wrong with you? Everything was wrong with me! Everything! Less than an hour ago, I was
SCARLETTThe next morning, Alex and I stepped out of the house at the same time and immediately, his signature scent, the one that filled my nose last night greeted me. It brought back memories of what I've been up to last night and instant shame burnt through me. Alex walked to the car park, entered a blue car whose beauty and class I couldn't start to describe and he drove off. Without a backward glance at me, without offering me a ride even though he knew we were going to the same place. Such a jerk, I thought to myself just as warm breath fawned my neck. I startled but it was only Blake smiling at me and looking so fucking surreal while at it.How can someone look so cute and hot and handsome at the same time? And why wouldn't my heart stop fluttering? He's my stepbrother for fuck's sake! You had a wet dream and got yourself off to the thought of your other stepbrother. Feeling your heart flutter because of Blake is really mid, don't you think?"So you're already going to wor
SCARLETTI turned around slowly, my palms clammy and my heart racing in my chest. Whatever I was about to say died in my throat when I came face-to-face with him. He has his sleeves rolled up and the sight of his bare arms did something unexplainable to me. It made my brain zap, made my eyes linger on his fingers, the same ones that had been brushing and parting my folds with ease in the elevator just a couple of days ago. "What are you doing here?" his quiet voice interrupted my thoughts and it made me jump a little as I looked up at him again. His eyes were dark and unreadable and a smirk that looked darkly amused tugged at the corners of his lips."I... I came... Maeve asked me... She told me to drop a package for you and no one was here so I...""You could have just dropped it and left but what did you do? You waited. What were you waiting for, Scarlett?"The sound of my voice on his lips made my brain flip just as the absurdity of his sentence dawned on me."What? What do you.
SCARLETT The images refused to leave my head. How he touched me, how he fingered me till I completely lost myself... I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It's been a couple of days now and yet, they still live rent-free in my head. I hated that I loved every minute of it, that I wanted more, that I needed more. And I hated myself for feeling that way. This was someone who had degraded me from the first moment he saw me. Yet, I wanted nothing from him than to be treated as the said whore. I wanted him to do all those wicked things to me, to fuck and touch me and just make me go crazy with pleasure. And I hated that. I've never been like this and I wondered what Alexander Vaughn was bringing out in me. After I did the walk of shame from his office that day, he had not said a single word to me. He hasn't even breathed in my direction. He has acted like I was going invisible which I was grateful for because if he attempted to touch or degrade me again, I'd not be able to turn him
ALEXANDERHer type was the worst. I knew her game. Right from the moment I saw her at dinner, dressed like a whore with her cleavage almost spilling out from the poor excuse of a gown she wore. I could already tell what her game was. But still, I wasn't prepared to have her go for it immediately, bringing up how Logan had ruined her business was a way of digging her fawns into my father’s wealth. She was so shameless about it and even had the audacity to look offended when I pointed out the obvious to her. And to prove me right, she showed up at my company the next day and coincidentally stumbled on me and Maeve and she watched us. The smell of her arousal was so strong that it drowned out everything. I knew she wished she was the one on her knees, taking my cock down her pretty throat and she proved me right in that elevator. Proved me even more right when she coincidentally stumbled on Maeve bent over the table and my cock thrusting into her wet core. She didn't walk away like