Oops! Why do you think Scott kissed her? Is this going to mark a new beginning? Well, check out the next chapter to find out! Thanks for reading this far, lovelies!
It was as if the air was sucked out of Zara the moment Scott's lips landed on hers. She held her breath. To be exact, her lungs failed her all of a sudden. Her eyes were bulging out of the sockets as she stood frozen on the spot.Zara's mind went blank as he moved his steamy lips against hers. The moistness was alien at first. Before she knew what was happening, he patted her lips with his tongue. He gave the insides of her lower lip ticklish licks and bites.Wrapping one hand around her waist, he pulled her body closer to his. Her soft bosom pressed against his hard chest. A strange heat traveled between Zara's thighs. She swallowed hard as her eyes fluttered close. Unknowingly, she clutched Scott's shirt for dear life. Her lips soon moved in sync with his. After smiling against her lips for a millisecond, he increased the tempo. He sucked her tongue until it hurt a little.Zara didn't know where she was or who she was. She was completely lost. The car key in her hand dropped to the
Shock pulsated through Zara. She hugged herself as she looked at the second man's back. It was familiar. Far too familiar, actually. She held her breath when he turned around."Scott?"It was really Scott. His face was twisted in a frown as he glanced at her. His eyes were also glistering like never before."What are you doing here?" she blurted out, glancing at the drunken man who was now wincing in pain on the floor.Before Scott could utter a word, the man sat up, holding his back. He fired a finger pistol at his attacker and yelled, "Hey, do you want to die? I'm gonna kill you!"A spasm of fury flitted across Scott's face. He murdered the man with his eyes as he made a beeline for him. "Don't get your hopes up, idiot! I'm going to kill you first!"With that, he punched him in the face again and again. "You. Fucking. Asshole!"Zara completely froze. It wasn't until she saw blood oozing from the man's nose that she finally snapped out of it. She rushed over to them and grabbed Scott
There was a time when Scott was even known as Beecroft's No. 1 Playboy. As far back as when he was a teenager, he attracted attention from females, both old and young. He was like a celebrity in his high school. Girls sent him tons of gifts and cards during Valentine's. His locker used to overflow so much that he could start a gift shop business.Scott never dated any girl in high school even though it would have been pretty easy for him. But once he got into college, he went on a journey of partying and getting laid almost every day. One in every five ladies at his college had a thing or two to say about his dick.Although he stopped partying and having sex with every Jane, Stella, and Bellamy just before graduation, he couldn't shake off the name he built for himself. Once a playboy, always a playboy, right?During the early years of his taking control of Brown and Co, pictures of him going in and out of hotels with women were always plastered on several newspaper pages and gossip b
Zara read the email again and again. This was the last thing she expected to see in her inbox on this cold night. After a time, she laughed, "Oh, Scott! It seems I am not your only enemy."Brown and Co. was founded almost a century ago. Margaret Brown had started it with her now late husband. And when Scott's father became an adult, he took over and built it into what it was today. Actually, the Brown and Co. of fifteen years ago was much more stable than the one of today.Scott was finding it hard to fill his father's shoes though he never liked to admit it. His grandmother didn't blame him, considering the fact that there was no one to teach him the ropes of running the company. She had done her bit. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough.Thinking of how Scott always stayed up late to work and attended several business functions, Zara couldn't help feeling pity for him. She knew more than anyone else how much the company meant to him.Just as she padded to her bed to sleep, her phone rang
A gray-haired woman dressed in a cherry-colored oversize coat and a black dress walked in slowly, aiding her body with a silver cane. "Grandma!" Scott exclaimed and then rushed to the woman. "What are you doing here?"Margaret snapped without fail. "What sort of question is that? How could I stay home when someone is about to steal my company from me? And you, why didn't you tell me?"Scott backed up when his grandmother reached out to smack his arm. He then lowered his head like a boy. "I didn't want you to worry. Believe me. I had it under control.""We will talk about that later, you naughty boy!" Margaret sucked her teeth and shook her head. She slowly slipped into the chair at the edge of the table and then propped her cane on the armrest.The air in the room instantly became awkward. While most of the shareholders looked away in embarrassment, a couple of them looked at her like she was some queen. Zara was the only one who had a deadpan expression. As for Steven, he looked sho
This statement brought color to Zara's cheeks. Not because she was pleased, but because she was trying so hard not to look flustered. Her heart was pounding as Margaret stared at her, waiting for an answer.Although Zara was sorely tempted to say that her grandmother didn't want any visitors, she knew that it would hurt Margaret's feelings. She also shuddered at the thought of telling the truth. After a minute of burying her face in the menu, she finally responded, "When I left home, my grandmother was feeling a little under the weather. She wants to rest for the rest of the day. If you like, I could set up a lunch date for both of you in a restaurant of your choice. Maybe this restaurant. They have good meals on the menu.""Oh, is that so?" Margaret's eyes slanted. "But why can't I just follow you home? It wouldn't hurt her for me to be with her today. We used to have tea in your family's luscious garden. Besides, I miss that place. I'd love to accompany you home and spend the weeken
There were throbbing veins in Zara's neck as she got out of her car. She rushed over to Scott's and saw that it was empty. In a fit of pique, she kicked the front tire and banged the hood with her fist."I'm gonna kill you today, Scott," she cursed while rushing into the house. She stormed into the living room, but it was empty.She had just spotted Margaret's bag on the sofa when the cook came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of cakes and a tea kettle."You are home, Zara. Your grandmother has visitors. Would you like to—""Where are they?" Zara interrupted.With a confused look, Abigail responded, "In the garden.""Is anything the matter?" the older woman asked when she saw Zara dart towards the door that led to the garden by the side of the building.Zara didn't even respond. As soon as she walked into the garden, the laughter she had heard meters away ceased. She saw Margaret seated with her grandmother, but Scott was nowhere in sight. Where the hell was that snitch?"Zee, you a
"Your parents were killed, Zara Hall. They didn't just die by accident. They were killed!"Zara's jaw slacked when she heard the strange voice from the other end of the line. She couldn't believe her ears. "What did you say?""You heard me right. The accident that took your parents' life wasn't just an accident. Someone orchestrated it!"Hearing this, Zara's legs turned to jelly. She staggered back until her back hit the wall. Her head became foggy and tears made her eyes sting. "Who are you? How do you know my parents?"Scott, who had been staring at her with his eyebrows raised, moved closer in worry. He mouthed, "What's wrong, Zara? Who are you speaking with? What are they saying?"Seeing that she was trembling, he got even more worried. He reached out to take the phone from her, but she avoided him and pressed it against her ear.Just then, the menacing voice came through again. "My identity is not important. What's important is that I have the info that you need. You want to know