Everyone in the conference room was amazed and flabbergasted at Richard's confession. Richard was the company's trustee, a person who everyone in the firm looked up to. Hearing him say that, shattered a lot of hearts, especially Scarlett's.“Why did you do this? Are you happier!?” Scarlett scolded, her eyes red with tears and anger. Richard scoffed.“He thought he was some god! Like he was the king of the world and could do whatever he wanted. Gwen came to me, she wanted me! All I did was comply and my brother, your father thought he could just fire me and throw me to the streets!” Richard spat out, filled with rage as he recalled what happened years ago.“After he sent Gwen away with my child in her womb, I started hatching a plan to secretly take over everything he owns. Everything was going well, we were about to succeed after so many years!” He growled, biting his lip in spite. He had no regrets, neither did he seem remorseful of his actions. Gwen bowed her head in shame, sitting
Six months later…Scarlett walked into the room and met Richard's gaze. He hadn't changed a bit— it's just been six months, she didn't know why she was expecting him to change. She sat down in front of him and they were both silent for a few minutes.“I heard you were sick.” She broke the silence, finding it hard to look at his face, considering everything he had done.“I don't need you to care, Scarlett.” Richard scoffed, also avoiding eye contact. Scarlett chuckled, “My question is not out of care, it's simply because I want to be sure that you're suffering in here, that's all you deserve.” “Just tell me why you're here.” Richard sounded pissed off. Scarlett could not deny the fact that she was still very hurt by her uncle's betrayal, the shock and the dark paint of it all were plastered on her heart and she couldn't get over it. It pained her that he was acting so nonchalant, he was indeed a great actor. He spent years pretending to care about it, he was indeed callous.“To see
Scarlett and Lily were sitting on her broad canopy bed, putting on some make-up, and talking about the craziness of high school life. Lily had a hand over her mouth as she cackled at something funny Scarlett had said.“Fuck off, you're such a nut job, I’m not even going to lie.” She said and deep cackled again. She had a light moisturizer on her face. And with a part of the same face, she took a quiet view of Scarlett's room. Silently marveling at the realms of space, the warm wood tones, the wall-to-wall burgundy, and the carpeting that was like a cushion to the feet, everything was spick-and-span."I just wish we both got entry into the same college.""For real?" Scarlet asked as she began to rub her foundation on her face."Yeah, don't you?" Lily asked rhetorically."I mean, it would be an absolute pleasure to spend my college years in this exquisite apartment as opposed to some pitiful-looking condominium."Scarlett's smile was controlled as she said, “Of course, I'm missing you a
Scarlett rolled on her bed in her nightgown from side to side, unable to sleep for many long minutes. The face of the guy at the club was still vivid in her mind. She couldn't think of anything else except his handsome face and broad chest with those piercing fingers of his that explored her core."Dammit, I should have asked for his number at least," she muttered, biting her lower lip.When she finally started to doze off around 3 in the morning, she had a wet dream of the guy at the club with his hands wrapped around her and pounding her ass from behind. Her hand found its way into her pants, and she started fingering herself, moaning softly from her sleep, when someone knocked on her door, immediately waking her."Madam Scarlett.” The voice called. It was Charlotte, one of their maids at home."Yes, Charlotte, what is it?” She asked in a half-drowsy voice, her hand still in her pants, rubbing herself.“Madam, your mother is around; she's asking for your presence in the sitting room
Adrian’s chest and arms were wreathed with maps of sweat as he lay entwined, and on top of Vivian's naked body, he bit her breasts with his lip. As he increased the pace of his thrusts, her moans got louder and louder."Oh Adrian, oh baby, don't stop, don't stop, oh my God, I'm going to cum...fuck ah ah ah... I'm coming. I'm coming!”She was screaming until he began to feel her body vibrate beneath him, he felt the slimy, liquid sensation as she released her juices on the bed, he released too, and let out a liberating gasp.It was her third orgasm and his second; they both climaxed together, holding each other in this second round of tonight's sex. But when he lifted his head, he saw the image of Scarlett, Vivian’s Daughter, just behind the slightly opened bedroom door, peeping with her hand inside her pants. They locked eyes, which made her turn and leave in a rush. He rolled away from the top. Vivian had a confused look on his face. She had not noticed what had just happened; she wa
Scarlet woke up with a rumbling feeling in her stomach. It occurred to her that she hadn't eaten anything last night. Immediately after her eyes locked with Adrian's last night, she rushed back into her room.She sat up again to reason. But had he really seen her? She couldn't help but doubt the implausibility of it, or perhaps it was just her imagining things. She got down from the bed and ambled out of her room, and in the hallway, she saw some of the maids strutting about busily. They greeted her, curtsying."Have you seen my mom this morning?” She asked one of them."Yes, madam, she left for a quick trip this morning.” The maid answered with both her hands brought loyally forward.Scarlett smirked; it wasn’t surprising to her anymore. Her mother was never around; she was always leaving, always heading somewhere.Which was the reason she preferred staying in the penthouse when she resumed college, even though the main house was just four hour's drive from it.The penthouse was her
"Welcome, Madam; good morning." Vivian's personal assistant, Rachel Blackwell, greeted her as soon as she saw her rushing into the building, collecting her suitcase from her."How do you do, Rachel?" Vivian responded by smiling in spite of her haste and, at the same time, flexing her arm to check her watch."Oh my God, it's 8:30; I'm late." She said hurriedly."Yes, ma'am, but not to worry, Mr. Maxwell is taking care of everything.""Mr. Maxwell, what do you mean?" Vivian asked, wearing a mask of astonishment."I mean, he is holding a meeting with all the company stakeholders in your stead right now in the boardroom.""How long ago?""Thirty minutes.""Is Richard there?""Yes, Madam." She heaved a sigh and brought out her phone, noticing Richard's missed call notifications."He even called me thrice," she whispered."Anyway, go drop the suitcase in my office. Please be easy with it; there are delicate things inside it. I will join them now at this minute.Rachael made a respectful ges
"Ariel Gallery, the one just before the pizza shop."Adrian described demonstrating with his hands to the cab driver."You mean the one at Third, Clarkson Street?""Exactly." He affirmed."Alright, it's 10 dollars." Adrian paid him and got into the car.On arrival at the gallery, Adrian alighted from the car, taking a moment to appreciate the sheer size of the building from the outside. It was a massive, high-priced structure. The large entrance had people walking in and out in impressive numbers, with the majority of its customers being high school students.While inside the building, Adrian stopped to stare and squint searchingly, then immediately noticed the straight-backed figure of his best friend, Joel Howey. He was a worker here. He was standing in a corner, talking spiritedly with another man who seemed to be a customer whom he was trying to convince to buy one of the dangling artistic portraits around."Just tak