"Miss Greyson?" A soft voice asked. It belonged to a female, yet Scarlett didn't want to open her eyes. "Miss Greyson? Are you finally waking up, dear? Can you hear me?" Scarlett groaned when something touched her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, yet she slightly her eyes. But she shut them once the blinds let the dazzling sun through the cracks. It added to her migraine. "Miss Greyson? Do you know where you are?" Scarlett didn't reply. Her tongue felt too swollen to speak, and her head felt overtaken by dust and clouds. Loud voices gathered around her, but Scarlett couldn't see who was talking. So she silently listened. "Dear Lord, she is in bad shape." "What did you expect? She was most likely assaulted on the street and left to die. Luckily, she was brought into the hospital in time." "Could someone get me a fresh IV?" "Oh, and please leave the monitor alone." "Did she have a cell phone when she was brought in?" "No, but her husband is sitting in the lobby." S
A few days later...Scarlett sat in a wheelchair. She was a bundle of nerves while Griffin pushed her forward. He had checked on her at the hospital for the last few days and showered her with gifts. There was a teddy bear in her arms that she wouldn't let off, no matter how silly."Sir, should I help Miss Greyson into the car?" A bodyguard asked Griffin once they were outside next to his black SUV."No, I got this," Griffin effortlessly picked up Scarlett and placed her in the front seat along with her crutches. She shyly met his eyes once she sat comfortably. "Thank you again for doing this. I will forever be in your debt."Griffin simply smiled, and then he closed the door. He spoke to Giovanni outside, the personal bodyguard hired to watch after Scarlett. His sole mission was to make sure Jake didn't get close to her. It made Scarlett relax. She had nightmares about Jake and honestly felt scared of men since the attack. Doctor Ayad prescribed her medicine for PTSD, but Scarlett
Griffin was still exhausted the day after landing in Spain. Scarlett was seeing a therapist, and he was visiting the iSky office in this country in the hope of inspiring the workers. "And this is the cafeteria—" He tuned out from the guiding tour he was being given by Felicia. But since he didn't want to appear unfriendly, he kept a well-practiced smile glued to his lips. Felicia seemed pleased by it, and they continued their tour until, eventually, it was over. Griffin was then led to the office of one of the executive directors, Mrs. Bennett. Apparently, she wished to speak to him. He entered her office, tossing his jacket over a chair before laying down on the couch. Mrs. Bennett wasn't here, and Griffin was tired enough to nap until she arrived. But suddenly, a door opened behind the desk, and Mrs. Bennett walked into the office—clad in only her underwear. Her brown hair was wet from the shower, collected on the right side of her shoulder. Those red-smeared lips of hers fo
When Griffin entered his new traditional Spanish mansion, he immediately knew something was wrong. He could feel it. Call it a spider-sense, but he walked toward the kitchen and sighed when he found the problem: the trouble-maker wasn't resting like Doctor Ayad had ordered her to. Scarlett pressed her teeth down into her lip not to cry while she moved around the kitchen with her crutches. "Scarlett?" Griffin leaned against the doorframe, eyeing how her tights hugged her luscious curves and hips. Her blouse exposed just the right amount of her cleavage. It was perfection. Scarlett looked at him and sighed. "No, I know what you're going to say, but don't say it." That sentence made Griffin breathe a laugh. He placed one leg over the other, holding back a smile. "What are you talking about? I wasn't going to say anything..." "Don't bullshit me!" Scarlett narrowed her eyes while using the kitchen counter to keep herself standing. "You were about to give me one of your lectures agai
Scarlett couldn't keep staring at Griffin from her sunbed. He washed his new bike with a hose while only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. They sat snuggly around his tight ass, showing off that juicy roundness. Damn. The man had a bigger butt than some women, including herself. And while Scarlett was more for abs and biceps, there wasn't any lack in those departments either—Griffin was blown huge everywhere. Heat shoot between her legs. It made Scarlett squirm on the mattress, and she fanned herself with the pocketbook she was supposed to be reading. It was a romantic billionaire novel, but somehow the man in front of her was more interesting than the fictional boyfriends she liked to read about. Scarlett sighed. Too bad Griffin was forbidden fruit. "Is the book good?" "Uhh..." Scarlett blushed. "Very." "Is that why you're fanning yourself with it?" Oh, the man was laughing at her. The sound wasn't there, but that damn smile was unmistakable. Griffin, beyond amused, was turne
Her legs felt numb. Scarlett was sure she had fucked Griffin against every surface of the house. It had entirely unwinded her, yet her heart beat ten times faster when griffin ran his fingers through her hair. It was wet from her shower, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. Every part of her fluttered when she felt Griffin's pillowy lips against her wet skin. She wanted more of him, but he suddenly leaned back. "I'm going to shower." Scarlett apprehensively smiled up at him. "Oh, okay?" Griffin smiled back and trotted away from the kitchen table. Hot guy swagger and his confidence made him a hundred times more gorgeous. "You have a good night, Scarlett." Ah, so he was leaving her. "Uh... You too!" Griffin chuckled and disappeared. It gave Scarlett time to fish up her phone and look at her messenger. She had about a hundred unread messages from Lucy and Charlotte. But since she considered Lucy to be her closest friend, she decided to call the gothic girl first. Lucy picked
Being in Spain with Griffin had been heaven, but eventually, everything good must end.Scarlett was back home and about to celebrate her nineteenth birthday with her friends at the Euphoria club. She tugged at the black dress Griffin had bought her, trying to cover more of her legs. It pushed up her breasts, but since Griffin wasn't here, there was no point—she didn't want another man's attention."Perhaps I should have picked another dress..." Scarlett muttered in front of the mirror inside the bathroom.Lucy flushed the toilet and came out to wash her hands. She met Scarlett's eyes in the mirror. "Nonsense! You look gorgeous, and who knows? Maybe your billionaire landlord decides to show up tonight, and you want to look good in front of him, yeah?""Not so loud!" Scarlett hissed.Lucy grimaced. "Sorry... I forgot.""It's no problem. I'm just..." Scarlett sighed. "I had wanted to spend tonight with Griffin. But you're right, he is my landlord. What happened in Spain stays there, and
Griffin ignored her question and took her hand. He pulled her away from the bar and placed a hand behind her back. It was an invitation for her to dance to a familiar song. "Let's have some fun," Griffin said. "I like this song." Scarlett didn't object. Her heart was thumping, and she was so close to Griffin that she could breathe in his scent—a fresh smell of lemons with a hint of expensive cigars that made her never want to let go. Her heart was beating for this man; it had done that ever since their late nights in Spain. Griffin was so beautiful inside and out. Scarlett was falling, falling, and falling so deeply in love with him. He was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Of this, she was sure. Yet she couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. Griffin kept her eyes on hers and spoke in his deep voice. "Are you enjoying your birthday night, Scarlett?" "It became better when you arrived." Griffin smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good
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