[ Help, my boyfriend's hunky dad likes me! ] After failing to pay rent, Scarlett and her boyfriend, Jake, are officially two homeless college students. Griffin(Jake's dad) is a successful CEO and a billionaire, and the couple decides to visit him to ask for a loan. But it turns out Jake is more in debt than Scarlett initially thought. Jake is a gambler, which rocks Scarlet's entire world. luckily Griffin offers to pay off Jake's debt. His only demand is that the two of them move into his mansion. But Griffin also wants another thing: Scarlett.
View More"It's just dinner with my dad. Why are you so nervous?" Jake's voice spoke volumes about his frustration.
He searched for Scarlett's eyes in the rearview mirror, and she pursed her lips once their eyes met. Jake was her boyfriend of two years, and he was currently driving their old, trashy Volvo down a luxurious street past the speed limit.
It was a beautiful evening, but Scarlett couldn't relax. Her heart was racing while her hands were sweaty. She took a deep breath, which did nothing to calm her down.
And eventually, she snapped.
"Because we are broke, Jake!" Scarlett glared at her boyfriend. "We got thrown out of our apartment, and now we are eating dinner with your billionaire dad. And you told him it was because you missed him when the truth is that we need his money! We are leeches, Jake!"
Jake raked his fingers through his dark hair. "Do you have a better idea then? My dad is a billionaire. He won't care if we borrow some money, and he certainly won't miss it!"
"It still doesn't make it right!" Scarlett argued.
She felt silly wearing high heels and a red velvet dress. The only reason Scarlett had agreed to wear it was because Jake thought it might help the situation. Did he want her to seduce his own dad?
Regardless, Scarlett didn't feel like herself wearing pretty makeup and such a revealing dress. Her breasts were spilling over, and her lips were smeared red. Even her blonde hair looked glossy tonight.
Why wasn't Jake dressed up?
As usual, her boyfriend was clad in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Not that Scarlett usually cared what Jake wore, but he looked like he planned to run a marathon and not socialize at a fancy dinner.
"Scarlett... Babe..." Jake tried to calm her. "You're worrying too much. We will loan some money and—"
"We should tell your dad the truth!" Scarlett interrupted him. "I have anxiety over this dinner, Jake! You should feel guilty too!"
"Nah, I don't, and we can't tell my dad the truth," Jake shook his head and sighed deeply. "It's too late for that."
Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest and muttered. "You never call him, so he probably knows you want something already."
"Whatever."
Jake ignored Scarlett and drove towards a beautiful white mansion.
The elegant gates were open, and oak trees lined the gravel route. The mansion itself was exquisite and looked like it might have belonged to a famous movie star.
It was beginning to dawn on Scarlett that Jake's dad was loaded. She didn't know a whole lot about him. Jake and Scarlett had been together for two years, and Jake hardly ever mentioned his dad.
Apparently, Jake was born when his dad was only sixteen years old. His parents were never together and had only met as a hookup. Or so Jake's sob story went.
"I'm going to park right here," Jake said once they were outside the stairs leading to the mansion's grand doors.
Scarlett lifted an eyebrow.
In her eyes, it was unsophisticated to park right below the staircase. Why couldn't Jake use the garage like a regular person? It was the civilized thing to do.
She wet her lips. "Won't your dad be mad that we park right outside the stairs? It seems a bit rude..."
"Nah, my dad is cool." Jake smiled and got out of the car.
Scarlett followed suit. She tried to channel her inner calm but audibly gasped once she saw the white mansion.
It looked massive when you stood next to it!
Scarlett's nerves went through the roof, and she could barely stand straight. Jake's dad came from money—Scarlett worried he might look down upon someone such as herself.
She was a foster kid and had no money growing up. And Scarlett fantasized the rich could smell the scent of poverty on her skin from a mile away. It was such a shame since it gave birth to fear, which wouldn't help her impress Jake's dad.
Scarlett desperately wanted Jake's dad to like her. The only reason she didn't melt from the sheer pressure was that Jake held her arm.
"You look beautiful tonight," Jake said as he used his entire arsenal to keep his wobbly girlfriend standing straight. He wasn't a large man but somehow managed to keep them both from falling.
"You think so?"
"Yes, I love what you did with your hair."
"Thank you." Scarlett smiled. She had put up her blonde hair in a hair clip when she usually wore it down. It felt weird to not have anything covering her ears, but at least Jake thought she looked pretty.
"You're welcome," Jake peered up at the mansion. "Ready to head inside?"
Scarlett grimaced. "Not really."
"Well, it's too late to go back, and we really need the money."
"I guess you're right..."
"I am."
"Okay, just let me gather myself."
Scarlett took a deep breath, and the two of them began walking up the stairs until Jake suddenly stopped mid-step. His cellphone was ringing, and he grimaced at the inconvenience.
"I need to take this," Jake nodded up at the doors. "Why don't you head inside? This might take a while."
"Oh, okay?"
Scarlett tried to keep the smile on her face, but her boyfriend had so many mysterious phone calls lately. It bothered her. But she didn't want to fight with Jake tonight.
"Don't worry," Jake flashed her a grin. "My dad won't bite you."
Scarlett laughed. "I hope not… Well, I will head inside!"
"Great!"
Jake headed back to the car, and Scarlett lifted her chin and set course for the grand doors. Her legs were shaking as she pulled up the heavy door with her arms.
Scarlett had never been inside a fancy house before and immediately felt out of place when she walked inside. Goosebumps prickled over her arms, and her eyes bulged out of their sockets.
A chandelier lit up the entrance, and two grand staircases went in different directions. Red carpets covered the white steps, and the black railings were luxurious and wielded with lots of details. Scarlett didn't know where to look!
Everything was gorgeous.
Scarlett took in her surroundings in awe while walking forward, lost and distracted. She didn't even notice the elevated floor.
Instead, Scarlett stumbled forward, tripping over her feet and falling headfirst into a broad chest and a pair of thick arms that caught her.
Oh no! Two seconds in, and she had already made a fool of herself. Her heart raced as she wet her lips. "I-I'm so sorry for—"
Holy cow!
Did Jake have an older brother?
Scarlett gaped like a goldfish and blinked up at an amused face above her. The other person's silent laughter made embarrassment tackle its way to her chest.
Why did this man have to be handsome?
Scarlett felt like sinking through the earth to never return. The gentle hands that helped her stand belonged to such an attractive man. And he kept watching her until his melodic voice rang in her ears.
"You must be Miss Greyson?"
"Uh... Yes, that would be me," Scarlett was mortified. She cursed her clumsiness and struggled to keep her voice steady. "Who are you?"
Scarlett had to crane her neck to look up—this man was tall, dressed in an elegant navy suit and a black tie.
His brown hair was unruly like he had run his hand through it multiple times tonight. He had stubble. And dark, intense eyes underneath thick, brown eyebrows regarded her in silence.
Scarlett had trouble understanding this was an actual person. He looked like he had walked out straight from a poster.
The two of them kept staring at each other in silence until, eventually, the man spoke.
"I'm Griffin Archer, Jake's dad," his lips curled into a faint smile. "Who else would I be?"
Scarlett gasped. "But you look so young!"
Immediately, Scarlett covered her mouth after blurting out what she was thinking. Panic settled in her chest, and she peered up at Griffin with horror striking her features.
She expected him to call her rude and never let her inside his home again. But to her surprise, Griffin's lips tilted up further by the corners, hinting at amusement rather than him taking insult.
Yet it was difficult to tell what the man was thinking.
Griffin didn't seem like the type who was very open about his emotions. He was extremely calm, and if Scarlett was honest, she found him intimidating. When he moved and spoke, the man radiated wealth and power from his every pore.
Beautiful people were scary.
"Are you always so free-spoken?" Griffin asked with an arched eyebrow.
Scarlett blushed. "I lack a filter... But I'm working on it."
"I see," a ghost of a smile played over Griffin's lush lips. He seemed amused, but Scarlett could be mistaken. When he spoke again, he almost sounded kind. "Follow me."
"Uh... S-sure!" Scarlett paused. "Wait. Where are we going?"
This time, Griffin breathed a laugh. He threw her a smile over his shoulder. "I thought you came here to eat dinner, Miss Greyson?"
Her cheeks couldn't burn any hotter. "Right..."
Griffin seemed massively entertained. "The dinner has been ready for an hour. I'm keeping it warm but sent my private chef home," he turned around to study Scarlett. "I hope you don't mind that it's simply homemade pizza tonight?"
Scarlett's blush intensified. She didn't like to be in the spotlight. Griffin had the most intense way of looking at a person. He gave her his undivided attention, which sent shudders down her spine.
Scarlett was a shy person.
"Pizza sounds lovely," she wet her lips. "Do you like pizza?"
"I would hope so since that's what I'm serving," Griffin deadpanned, and Scarlett fought the need to roll her eyes at herself. Why had she asked a question with such an obvious answer?
"I'm sorry..." Scarlett apologized and tried to keep up with Griffin as they walked down the corridor. "I'm rather nervous."
"I can tell."
"Sorry."
"May I ask why you're nervous?"
"Huh? Isn't it obvious?" Scarlett lifted her chin. Her heart was racing. "I mean... W-why wouldn't I be? Your Jake's dad and I want to leave a good impression."
When she said those words, Griffin's face seemed to soften. His pace slowed down, and he assessed Scarlett for the billionth time. Up and down, taking in the whole picture of her like there would be a test and paper about what clothes she would wear tomorrow.
"You seem like a good person," Griffin said.
"Yeah," Scarlett shyly smiled. "People usually describe me as kind, but some of my friends call me a dreamer and complain that I space out too often."
Scarlett had no idea why she had just said that or why it felt so natural to speak to Griffin. It surprised her when he didn't bat an eye and simply continued the conversation.
"And do you think they are right?"
Scarlett's lips curled higher up her face. "I'm guilty as charged."
Griffin actually smiled. "I'm guilty of being a dreamer too. It's actually not a weakness, and if you need any evidence, look around you—my fortune would be the proof."
Scarlett once more let her eyes take in the expensive furniture and the beautiful paintings. "You seem like a successful man."
"I'm a very successful man," Griffin held up the door leading into the grand, enormous kitchen. "Ladies first."
Jacob groaned and flipped her over. Scarlette's back hit the mattress, and she looked up to stare at him. For a moment, she stopped breathing because his eyes told her how enamored he was with her. It was incredible. Did Griffin look at her this way? She couldn't remember anymore. Scarlette's legs crossed over his hips as Jacob settled himself firmly between her thighs. He firmly pushed his palms against the mattress, his eyes bored into her soul. "Tell me again." Scarlett gulped. She knew what he meant, but she decided to play dumb. "Tell you what?" "You know what I'm asking. You are a smart woman, Scarlett. Much smarter than Griffin gives you credit for. So tell me." Charlotte was a little scared. Her hips trembled underneath him as he brushed his cock over her wet entrance. "Stop playing games with me. I want you inside me now. Isn't that enough for you?" The tip of his cock pushed inside her a bit and a small smile teased his lips. She had felt his length filling her merely
Scarlett's plan had been to fool Jacob into thinking she was interested in him and stab him with something sharp. Her mind and body belonged to Griffin, but her resolve weakened when Jacob eyed her with lust.While the mafia boss of the brothers resembled his twin, there was a gleam of arrogance in Jacob's eyes that Scarlett couldn't resist. And his cock? It was stiff and ready for her, throbbing and angry. It would be so easy to just let it slip inside...Scarlett's pussy was clenching already, wanting Jacob to fill it. It would be so easy to use him to reach an orgasm. She bet it wouldn't take much riding to achieve that great peak of pleasure.No!What was she even thinking?!She wouldn't fall for the temptation!Bad, Scarlett!Even if she was in pure physical pain from resisting Jacob. The evil genius didn't even make an effort to cover himself. He seemed to love the attention he was getting and smirked. "Are you offering to suck my cock, Scarlett?" Jacob asked with a glimmer i
It was odd lying curled up next to Jacob. Scarlett had spent a good hour cleaning him in the shower, and now she was surrounded by his heat. Jacob's arms were tightly wrapped around her petite body— Well... Scarlett wasn't small. Her stomach was a large bump, and she wasn't precisely skinny since she was close to giving birth, but she was a dwarf compared to Jacob. He was as tall as Griffin, and his take-what-he-wanted personality made him seem larger-than-life. He was cocky and arrogant but also had a more playful side. He was... Weird. "Lying like this and smelling your hair makes me wish I was the good brother... I really, really love holding you like this, love..." Jacob grunted and nuzzled closer to Scarlett. "Griffin is a lucky man to have stolen your heart. You're so beautiful." For some reason, her cheeks burned. "I'm not beautiful." "Yes, you are, love..." Jacob mumbled into Scarlett's hair. One of his giant paws was resting on her baby bump, and his cock presse
To claim tonight was weird was the biggest understatement of the entire freaking year. This whole situation was surreal. Scarlett was sitting on a king-sized bed inside a locked master bedroom. The furniture was expensive, and the room was fancy. She was alone with Jacob, who was taking off his clothes."Since you possess no actual harm to me, I don't even think I need to be equipped with a gun. You won't hurt me, Scarlett. But if you were stupid enough to try something in your sleep, I have men outside that door to finish you off. So be smart."Jacob threw his t-shirt on the floor, and Scarlett averted her eyes hastily to not stare at his ripped physique. She eyed the door with a racing heart. Getting out of here was the main priority, but she knew her chances of escaping were slim to none. It would be better to play house for now. Her eyes flitted back to Jacob, and she gulped. Holy shit.Okay, regardless of what she thought of the man's personality, Jacob was ridiculously attr
This had to be the sickest dinner Scarlett had ever been invited to.Jacob sat at the other long end of the table, fixing his tie and putting on an apron to not spill food over his clothes. He looked like a kid getting ready for Christmas dinner, smiling radiantly at her. Yet Scarlett knew better than to translate his expression into anything remotely friendly. Jacob was a psychopath. The proof would be that Griffin sat at the table, too, a gun to his head and a sullen expression on his bruised face. He didn't look happy, and if looks could kill, Jacob would be dead.And Scarlett herself?A guard stood behind her, ready to shoot her if she even attempted to leave the goddamn dinner table. Not that Scarlett thought Jacob would kill her, not when the freak wanted one of her children.He was indeed a sick man. Devastatingly handsome with a face identical to the man she loved, but totally whack-a-mole crazy."Are you ready for the appetizers?" Jacob asked, leaning his chin against the
Scarlett narrowed her eyes and roared. "That is not even blood on your face! It tastes and smells like ketchup. Who the hell are you?!" The answer was obvious and burned in her mind. Yet Scarlett didn't want to believe it. Couldn't accept that she had let another man who wasn't Griffin go down at her. The guy smirking at her now had looked and acted the same way—how was she supposed to know he was Griffin's twin brother in disguise. What was his name again? Jacob! "You've finally figured it out, huh?" His eyes glowed in the faint streetlight coming in through the window. "Yes, I'm not Griffin, and this is indeed ketchup. I thought it would be fun to play games with you and see if you would fall for them. And the price?" Jacob licked his lips in the dark, savoring her taste on his lips. He looked like a predator, and Scarlett was the meat. It made anger rise in her chest, disgust too. How could she have let this happen?! She was so mad at herself! "You're a sick man! A fucking
Later that same day, Dmitri pushed Scarlett into a prison cell. "You will stay here until the boss wishes to see you. He is busy with your boyfriend at the moment."Scarlett looked around after the door locked behind her. She was in a basement that smelled like mold. Moss grew on the walls, and water was dripping from the ceiling.But there was a bunk bed. Although it looked worn down and rotten, it was better than the alternative: sleeping on the floor. Grumbling to herself, Scarlett laid down on the mattress and grimaced at how wet it was. It stank like pee too. "Whatever... It must be better than the floor."Scarlett miraculously fell asleep but woke up in the middle of the night when she heard footsteps. "Just kick him into the same cell as the woman.""Is that really such a wise idea?""It's not like it heightens his chances of escaping just because he is together with the woman. Besides, look at the bastard—he is all bruised up and bleeding. This fucker ain't going nowhere w
The dock wasn't far away, yet Scarlett never made it there before a man dressed in black grabbed her. Her arms were twisted behind her back, and she screamed at the top of her lungs."No, release me! Let me go!" Her screaming was ignored.No matter her struggles, the man didn't let her go. He clamped his muscular arms around her and held her still. Scarlett tried to fight and wriggle herself free. She was pregnant but not handicapped!"Release me, you fucking swine!" Scarlett growled. "Let me go! Get your filthy fingers off me!"The man didn't answer her and calmly put handcuffs around her arms. He wasn't gentle in the slightest.It hurt. Scarlett screamed, but once again, her efforts were ignored. The man didn't feel sorry for her, nor did he seem phased by her attempts to escape him.Her captor was more extensive and robust, and there was no escape. She had failed to get to the boat and was paying for it. She was officially a captive, soon to be kidnapped. The handcuffs dug into
Scarlett's heart was pounding. Griffin was so close, about to take what he had been missing for almost a year.His lips were inches from hers, breathing warm air into her face. Scarlett was seconds away from being taken against the wall, fucked harder than ever. But suddenly, there were the sounds of guns firing off in the garden. Griffin had bodyguards set outside, but they were fighting someone, and Scarlett heard tires screech against the asphalt. It made Griffin lean back with a calculating expression. He listened and then stared into Scarlett's eyes. "We are under attack."Her heartbeat raced against her ribcage. "U-under attack?""Yes," Griffin sighed. "Fuck, just when things were turning good..."Scarlett blinked at him. "I'm not sure if I'm following...""There is a massive prize on my head, and there is probably one on yours too since you're my lover," Griffin flared his nostrils and walked over to the cupboard. "We must make it into the dock at the back of the garden, jum
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