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 of the apartment where I said. “Ohh, I'm sorry, I was just... I was thinking of someone... of something else.” “Someone else?” he drawled and I didn't understand why his voice made me feel jitters, “should I be alarmed that you're thinking of someone else when I'm here?” He said it casually and both his tone and eyes gave nothing away but it did make my heart skip a bit. I didn't know if that was an indirect flirting or a friendly banter so I didn't know how to react to that, I just smiled at him. “Thank you for driving me back and for cheering me up, it means a lot.” “Of course, it's my pleasure, baby sis. We're about to become family so I should take care of you.” I smiled again at his use of family and I felt a tiny pang because I knew I was probably never going to see him again. I had no intention of seeing Mom again or honoring her invitation to her wedding and so the chances of seeing Blake again were zero. But before he allowed me to leave, he had us exchange numbers and he promised to keep checking up on me and a part of me was keen on him keeping that promise. ******** The next day was the day I resumed work as an assistant make-up artist at CTA and even though, I was so excited, a part of me was really skeptical too. I was going to be working at the company of Alexander Vaughn and even though it was a very big company, I knew the chances of running into him were still there and I wasn't sure how to behave when that happened. Especially when the memory of his long fingers brushing my folds has not left my mind since that day. And after that day, I got curious so I read up about him alone; he was a multibillionaire, started CTA alone at the age of 20, was mentioned in Forbes under 30 for 9 years straight, and has never been romantically linked to any girl. The post led me to read about his brothers too; Logan runs the construction business that their father had founded in his youth and had grown it ten times in the last 10 years but there was something weird about him, he was rarely seen outside. And Blake, the sweetheart was living just like his personality, he had no concrete business but was a great investor who especially liked the cafe business. And from my reading, I realized that the three of them were of different mothers. “Jesus Christ! This is already warm! You've been working with me for months and you still don't know that I take my coffee scaldingly hot?” The loud voice, full of malice and anger welcomed me just as I pushed open the door to the dressing room my superior had directed me to and immediately I entered, the lady on the dressing chair flung a cup of coffee at the young girl bowing opposite her. “I'm sorry, I'm really...” “Just get the hell out of my face and get me another cup.” The girl immediately disappeared just as another one started cleaning the mess the thrown coffee made on the floor. That was when Anna Chen looked up and saw me. “Oh, Scarlett, you're here, come over,” she waved me over,” let me introduce you to the team.” I waved over gingerly. She was standing right in front of the celebrity who just threw a tantrum because of coffee and because her back was to me, I couldn't see her face. I could see just her hair, her luscious and full blonde hair that reminds me of the hair of the blonde tied up and on her knees and choking on Alex’s big cock. I waved that image away instantly. I wasn’t going to torture myself with that on my first day at my dream job. “Scarlett, I’m sure you know who this is,” Anna Chen started as soon as I walked up to them and my jaws practically dropped to the floor when I saw who it was, “she’s our model and our sole purpose here is to make her look her best.” The model was Maeve Taylor, the most popular and successful model in the country right now. She was so influential that if she modeled something, it’d sell out in less than a minute. And I was going to be on her team. God! This was such a dream come through. “Good morning, I’m honored to work for you,” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice but she said nothing in reply, she just continued to look at me, a surly expression on her face as her gaze lingered on my hair, my face, my skin, and my dress. I suddenly felt too self-conscious, wondering why she was looking at me that way. “This is your first day at work and you’re already running late, I’m not sure you’re interested in keeping the job,” was all she said dismissively before she turned away from me and my heart dropped. What was I even expecting? She just threw a tantrum because of coffee, which should have given me an insight into what her personality is. I got to know more about her personality when they started prepping her for the shoot. Since it was my first day, I was only to watch and get familiar with how things are done, and in less than an hour, I’ve seen her shriek and scream than I’ve seen anyone do in my entire 25 years on earth. Nothing satisfies her and she was always complaining and shrieking and I couldn’t help but wonder how someone with a sweet personality online was this venomous in real life. We finally got her ready and Anna was putting finishing touches to her makeup when the room suddenly quietened and I found myself looking around to see what was going on. Someone was just entering the room and upon seeing who it was, my heart started beating fast.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
SCARLETT It was finally Mom’s wedding day and like she said, it was a small wedding with less than 20 people, including us in attendance. It was a garden wedding and while they were setting up the garden, I got dressed, and on setting out of my room, my body collided with a strong one full of hard planes and muscles. The woody and strong masculine scent that wasn't familiar filled my nose as I moved back. It was Logan Vaughn and he had a scowl that seemed to be permanent on his face. It was the first time I had seen him outside of breakfast and dinner since I moved here. He was dressed in a grey suit when he should have worn a black one. That's the one that'd match his heart and soul. Then he sidestepped me and started to walk away. My anger came back in full force that he had ruined my life and he didn't even have the common decency to apologize. “You’re really not going to apologize, are you?” He turned back slowly, eyes vacant and so deep it felt like gazing into an ab