Three: Did you enjoy watching?

SCARLETT

I woke up to the best news the next morning.

I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that my biggest dream had been handed over to me on a platter of gold like this.

After I lost my business to Logan Vaughn, I had to do anything I could lay my hands on which included working part-time at a convenience store and a cafe and that meant that I had to give up on my dream of running a beauty business.

At least for now. I just wanted to do anything that'd fetch me money to pay back my loans that wouldn't stop mounting. But that didn't stop me from searching for jobs that'd make me live out my dreams and I had almost given up because I couldn't get one.

And now, a job offer as an assistant makeup artist at one of the biggest talent agencies was sitting right in my mail.

I couldn't believe it.

“For the love of God, Scarlett, why are you screaming?” Emma, my best friend and roommate screamed back at me.

“Emma, you won't believe this, I... I...” I couldn't even get the words out so I settled for handing my phone over to her.

It took her less than two seconds to read the content and in no time, we were both screaming and hugging and dancing around our one-room apartment.

“My God! I can't believe this,” Emma told me when we were collapsed on the bed, exhausted, “but you deserve this, especially after what the bastard did to you,” she huffed, “I still can't believe he's going to be your step brother and that he wasn't even apologetic about it when he realized what he did.”

My mood dampened a little at the reminder but I didn't allow myself to feel bad for long because I was sure I would never be seeing him again, him and his brothers, even though the last one, Blake had managed to make me feel good, something that no one has been able to do in a long while.

“It doesn't matter, I'm not going to see him again.”

“Yeah, right? I'm just so happy for you, now get up and go kick some asses.”

A couple of hours later, I was in front of Creative Talent Agency, the number one leading agency in the country. I tipped my head backwards to take it to the building but I couldn't see it in its entirety because it was a fucking skyscraper and I was going to be working here from now on.

I wasn't resuming officially today, I was just asked to meet up with the professional makeup artist that I'd be assisting so I could get acquainted with my job and what is expected of me.

“6th floor, room 89, she's waiting for you,” the receptionist directed me after I told her what I was there for and I made my way to the elevator while trying not to stare so unabashedly at the beauty of the building.

But it was too beautiful, it looked like a palace, like a masterpiece that was unreal. It was rose gold and black themed and just like that, rose gold became my favorite color.

The elevator door dinged open on the 6th floor and I came face to face with the huge portrait of Maeve Taylor, the top model in the country and she was represented by CTA. She was a beauty to behold, a symbol of sex appeal and perfection and I knew most she-wolves would kill to be in her body.

I tore my eyes away from her body and started to make my way down to room 89.

82. 83. 84. 85.

Something stopped me in my tracks but there was nothing and I was about to continue walking when the sounds picked up again.

Gagging sounds.

It sounded like someone was gagging and choking on something. Guttural groans and low moans indicated that someone was getting pleasured or something.

The sounds were now so loud and so unhinged that I couldn't help it, my legs developed a mind of their own and they took me to the door where the sounds were coming out from.

The door was slightly opened and I found myself peeping in to see what was going on. What I saw made me gasp.

A lady was on her knees, hands tied behind her back, a male hand wrapped tightly around her blonde hair and when my eyes trailed upwards, I knew what she was gagging on.

A dick.

The hand holding her hand tightly was using that as a guide to fuck her mouth in the most ruthless and obscene way ever.

He didn't pause, didn't even give her time to get used to his relentless and savage thrusts.

I should move away, I should leave... This was a private moment and I shouldn't be watching them but my feet remained rooted to where I stood, I couldn't move away, couldn't tear my eyes off the erotic scene in front of me.

Each thrust, each gag, each groan, each moan... They made my pulse spike, made my heart beat faster, made my core throb, and made my panties stick to my core.

And because I couldn't help it, I trailed my eyes upwards to see the man that was delivering that kind of savage thrusts, to see the man that was that dark, yet sinfully hot.

I choked on a gasp when I saw who it was.

Alexander Vaughn. The second asshole that I met yesterday, the one that had acted so oblivious of my existence last night, the one that ended up calling me a gold digger and a slut.

The one that was going to become my stepbrother.

This was the more reason why I should walk away or even run away but my feet refused to move, my mouth was suddenly dry, the throbbing in my core had increased tenfold and I couldn't tear my eyes off his face.

He looked so regal, like a god, with his face contorting and twisting from pleasure as he made use of her mouth.

I couldn't look away.

Even when his legs started shaking and he let out the deepest guttural groan before pulling out of her mouth and cumming all over her face and bare chest.

“Clean that up,” he pointed his dick at her and I got a glimpse of it, a glimpse that made my mouth water shamelessly and my core to throb painfully.

The girl, whose face I couldn't see because her back was to me, quickly got into action. She practically gobbled his dick up, nearly swallowed it whole in the quest to lick his cum off.

It was the hottest shit I've ever witnessed.

All of a sudden, Alex started to look up and I quickly jumped back, with my heart beating wildly in my chest. I didn't wait at all and I practically sprinted to the nearest toilet to calm myself down.

I still couldn't believe that I just witnessed that, that Alex was...

I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts plaguing my mind. That didn't happen. I didn't witness it and thankfully, he didn't see me.

I don't know what would have happened if he saw me.

*****

An hour or so later, I was done with the meeting with Anna Chen, my head makeup artist and I was to resume work the next week. The pay was a dream come true and the work hours were so flexible that I could still retain one of my part-time jobs and I've made a mental note to retain my job at the cafe.

All was going nice and well until the door of the elevator I was waiting for opened and I smelt him before I saw him.

Alexander Vaughn.

He was standing alone in the elevator, his two hands shoved in his pockets, a dark and unreadable look in his eyes. He didn't look in my direction at all, didn't even look like the elevator door had opened and someone was about to enter.

That someone being his step-sister to be.

My mouth suddenly dried up because I couldn't see him like this and not see him brutally fucking that blonde’s mouth.

And for a minute, I contemplated not taking the lift but why should I? It wasn't like I had done anything wrong.

I stepped in.

The doors closed and the temperature dimmed with it. The air suddenly felt static and the space seemed to be closing in on us. The elevator was suddenly too small and I was acutely aware of everything, each thump of my heart, each swallow, each blink, each... Just everything.

His Alpha aura was too large and too intimidating that I felt small and insignificant in his presence.

And the fact that he wasn't even saying anything! God! He was so unbearable.

I mentally started counting down to when the elevator would get to the ground floor but even that seemed to take forever. My palms were growing clammy, I could feel sweat pooling on my forehead and...

“Did you have a nice time watching?” his gruff voice shattered the silence and I swallowed harshly, a lump the size of a mountain growing in my throat.

What?