Chapter 6: Her Decision

SCARLETT

I’m tired. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this with Ashley. I thought she was just jealous of me but now it looks like she has a personal vendetta against me.

My eyes flit to the crowd and there’s only one thing clear in the air, mockery. They don’t care about me, but why should they, and why should I care? I don’t need their pity.

I yank my wig from Ashley and run down the stage, heading straight for the exit, but Ashley comes after me, screaming at the top of her voice.

“I’m not done bitch! You better wait up.”

I don’t stop, I don’t wait.

I don’t have it in me anymore. Maybe it’s time I realize I’m no longer Scarlett Madden, I’m just Scarlett nobody.

No matter how many times I stand up to her or try to put her in her place, she’s just going to keep coming for me and Trevor is always going to take her side and give another excuse for her and I’ll be forced to swallow it.

Without thinking, I jump into the back seat of the first car that I see. The element of risk becoming foreign to me. I just need to get away from here, to get away from her.

“Go please, someone’s after me,” I plead with the driver in front, holding back the surge of tears threatening to flood out of my eyes.

“Sir?” The driver says, turning back and only then do I notice the man sitting beside me.

He has a fierce look on his face. His eyes are dark and they suck me in. Deep, like a bottomless pit. For a moment I thought he was going to eat me alive, and I stare at him in fear. His soulful eyes are too insightful and I hold my breath subliminally, waiting for my final judgment.

“Go,” He orders his driver in an icy low tone that could pass for a whisper, but his cold gaze never leaves me.

I suddenly become self conscious in my makeshift costume. I must look horrendous in his eyes. Damn! I left my guitar on stage. I hope nothing happens to it.

“I’m sorry for barging into your car like this. I wasn’t-”

“Save it,” He says curtly, cutting me off.

“Stop the car,” He orders his driver after a short while and immediately, the car screeches to a halt, pulling to the side of the road.

My eyes widen at him in shock but he ignores me, leaning past me to open the door and I swear, the rich smell of his cologne that blasts my nostrils from close range almost makes me forget my troubles.

“Here’s far enough,” His cold voice sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. “Whoever’s after you wouldn’t dare follow my car and Miss, the next time you need a rescue vehicle, make sure it’s not a fifty million dollar Droptail.”

I don’t know what to say. Old me would probably have something to say to his unnecessarily rude demeanor but I just stare at him. Seeing the world from the poor’s eyes changed me. Though cold, he did save me.

“Help her down Dean. I think she’s deaf,” His voice jolts me back to reality.

“No it’s fine. I’m sorry. Thank you,” I mutter and exit the vehicle. My feet barely touch the ground before the door slams shut and the car zooms off.

Wow. I never want to meet that kind of person again.

I get home and the sight that welcomes me fills my heart with different emotions. Trevor’s sitting on the floor by the doorway to my apartment. My guitar box under his arched legs. He must have been here a while because he’s dozed off. How did he get my guitar? Does he know what happened?

I was planning not to tell him. I didn’t want to be the reason his deal with Ashley didn’t go through and lately he’s been more present. He even offered to give me monthly allowances since Ashley cost me my job. My sugarbox…….He looks so cute asleep.

I crouch and cup his face . “Hey you,” I whisper and he stirs awake.

“Baby,” his groggy voice comes.

“I’m sorry,” He says softly, standing to his feet and I fetch my keys to unlock the door. “Someone brought me this and told me what happened. This is all my fault.”

“It’s fine. Once you get your deal, hopefully we won’t have to deal with her anymore,” I reply, flashing him a weak smile but I don’t know if I believe that.

He slumps on a couch and pulls me into his lap. “Fuck that Scarly. You’re right. This deal with her father will cost us our love. I don’t want to lose you,” He kisses my neck softly and I feel warmth spread through me. “Ashley can go to hell. From now on, I’m all yours.”

The gallop of a thousand horses is nothing compared to the way my heart races, hearing those words from him. The softness with which he speaks, the look in his eyes. The way I no longer feel repulsed by his touch.

This is it. He is choosing me. This is the man I fell in love with. The one who puts me above everything.

I cup his face and crash my lips against his, not knowing any other way to respond. He moans into my mouth and our lips engage in a dance of pleasure and passion, both fighting for dominance.

I break the kiss to catch my breath. Our foreheads pressing against each other. A mutual desire and passion clear in our eyes that lock into one another with our hearts beating in sync.

“Let’s do it,” I whisper, before quickly burying my head into his neck, suddenly feeling shy. This is it. The night I finally become a woman and there’s no one I’d rather have this moment with than with my sugarbox.

He pulls my face from his neck to look at me. “Are you for real?” The excitement, clear in his voice.

My heart skips and I nod, nibbling on my lower lip softly as something hard suddenly starts to poke my soft ass.

He scoops me up bridal style and I yelp, laughing heartily and feeling his love like I haven’t in a long time as he gallantly struts towards the bedroom.