Scarlett’s POV
I knew that this was going to be a long night from when we stepped out in front of the restaurant. Aiden passed his keys to the valet and led me inside the place. It was beautiful, with low hanging chandeliers and golden lights.The maitre d’ met us at the door and offered to take Aiden’s coat but he declined. The waiter led us to our reservation at the back of the restaurant, just overlooking a lake. The moon was full in the skies, the night warm. Ordinarily, this would have been the perfect date night if I was with my boyfriend. But I was with Aiden Vilarez.This was the perfect place for a setup dinner to show the world that we were still a couple despite the scandal. Aiden pulled the chair for me to sit, and I might have thanked him for the gesture if it wasn’t so scripted.Aiden would have never done that on a normal day. He was the kind of person who had the world at his feet, and he didn’t need to be chivalrous. But this wAiden’s POVI drank in Scarlett’s form - the inky pools staring back at me, the curls of stray hair on her cheek, the soft tug of her lips as she smiled. It was all so enthralling, that I had to catch myself a few times from staring so hard. I despised how one woman could have such an effect on me, turning my thoughts into nothing but meaningless chatter. She seemed different than all the other women I’d met, those little gold diggers with their birkin bags and burberry coats. Scarlett didn’t like the dress I bought her even though it looked like it was made only for her. The pink accentuated the milk of her skin, making it finer than silk. I yearned to rip that silk of her body, for her skin to spill into my hands. My cock strained against my pants. Gosh, she was making it so hard to concentrate on what she was saying. The words flowed into my ears, but my mind could not process them. I only wanted to pull her close, to feel the heat of her sk
Scarlett’s POVThe first few courses went by faster than I expected. I could tell that I was on the verge of being drunk, my words flowing more smoothly from my throat. The conversation with Aiden no longer felt forced, and he even cracked a smile or two. He was still the same domineering man who commanded the room with simple gestures, who had the world at his feet. Scarlett was beginning to see things from his perspective and she blamed the wine. It was why she hated drinking. It usually ended up with bad decisions, something wild with the undertone of darkness, and a hangover that would last for hours. But she didn’t worry. With Aiden, she felt protected. Safe, even. “Any places in mind where these health centers should be?” she asked, genuinely interested. He smiled for the sixth time that night. Yeah, I’m counting because this is a rare event. The gruff man I knew was now replaced by someone a bit less godly and a lot more humane
Scarlett’s POV My body was turning against me, dammit! I could feel my bones turning to liquid, my inhibitions falling down like shackles. I felt lighter than I had in months, and with the wind in my face, I felt on top of the world. The alcohol gave me a burst of confidence, and everything might have been perfect if I hadn’t just kissed Aiden of my own accord. My heart was racing faster than I could breathe, and my chest tightened. I thought of a few curses in my head, but nothing could describe this other than a major fuck up! Aiden was smiling, that lecherous one that made his handsome face look devilish. “I always knew you had that in you,” he said, and I turned away from him. Shame, guilt, and anger - the unholy trinity - tore through me, cresting like tidal waves. My cheeks were hot, almost flaming. I couldn’t bear to look at him now, the wicked grin spreading easily across the features. I wanted
Aiden’s POVStanding so close to Scarlett in that dress was doing unthinkable things to me. The defiance blazed in her eyes, hard and unrelenting, turning those deep green pools to hardened emerald. Under the light of the lamps I could see the slight pout of her lips, their fullness. ‘Gosh, I want to kiss her again,’ I thought, staring into her eyes. “You live in a hyperbole, Aiden Vilarez. A world of self-exaggeration and delusions of grandeur. This is only a contract. I don’t want you. I never wanted you,” She said, her eyes darkening. The words stung, but for some reason, they didn’t have the same force her words usually had. I was more focused on her heart beating wildly at the base of her throat, the smooth skin of her neck I wanted to ravish with kisses. Scarlett had never been this bold. She shied away from confrontations and looked away from me most of the time, choosing instead to stare at my shod feet. I knew the alcohol loo
Aiden’s POVI ached for satisfaction, but this was something to be relished, to be slowed down. I kissed her senselessly, ceasing to think. I was wild with hunger, a loss of control. While she kissed me, my fingers reached for the invisible zipper holding the sheer fabric of her dress together. When I didn’t find it, I yanked the dress up, letting it ride on her waist. She yelped when I grabbed her ass, soft flesh dimpling in my hands. It was a happy sound, more like a rasp. Her throat was dry, I knew, and deepened the kiss. My heart raced wildly; my thoughts solidified, stuttered, taking flight. Scarlett moaned against my mouth, her shoulders heaving, fingers weaving through my hair. There was a rush in my veins, a deliciousness of champagne and her in my mouth. My hardness continued to press against her, and my thigh spread her legs open. The kiss was no longer the one I was used to - controlled, domineering. It was pure and unbridled lust, s
Scarlett’s POVI woke up feeling like someone poured a bucketful of sand into my eyes. The sun was pouring into the windows, sending bright lights running into my head. I closed my eyes, and I wanted to push the heels of my palms into them until they burst. A headache was starting up and it sent amebic shapes floating in my vision. “Gosh, what time is it?” I asked, and reached for my phone on the bedside table. I almost knocked the lamp off the table, but I managed to right it at the last moment. I couldn’t keep accruing debts, and I needed ways to pay off what I already had. I sucked in air through my teeth, snuggling further into the warm sheets. I hated being doted on by the maids in the mansion, but they sure knew how to keep the room exactly how I wanted it. I never knew how they managed to do it, but the sheets were always clean, the bed laid, the pillows fluffed. At some time in my life, I would have loved the princess' attention, but I
Scarlett’s POVI kept screaming until I shouted all the rage from my body. Aiden and his nonsensical ways. I slammed my curled fists into the bed, not caring if I made unruly sounds or not. I just needed to get it out of my system. When I righted myself again, I picked up my phone again. I logged out of my socials, after looking at the comments. People were asking who I was, and like Aiden always did, he brought me into the light. It would only take some young person living in their mother’s basement to find out my identity. I groaned, and checked through my messages. They were mostly from Calliope - Callie -, my best friend. We met in nursing school on the first day, and we ended up being roommates. From then, we only grew to be tight friends. But I didn’t tell her about my situation, my contract with Aiden Vilarez. No one could know about it. It was something that was supposed to go away quietly, forgotten by the world. But there I was in the
Aiden’s POVThere were people born with an inability to be tangled up in dark emotions and wild passion, and Scarlett was not one of them. Last night told me that much. She showed me how untethered she was from herself, how beneath the cloak of timidity and docility, she almost couldn’t be tamed. She’d been crazy, with fingers exploring, her mouth searching mine, the wet muscle of her tongue filling my mouth with heat. It was as if she was made for me, her body hiding in the crook of my own, nesting voluminously, a spill of light and oppressive warmth against my coldness.It had been a long time since I felt this way, pushed out of equilibrium by someone coming into my life. I learned from a very young age to guard my heart, to keep it under lock and key, to build impenetrable walls around myself. It was the only way to survive in a world that schemed and killed and stole from me. I’d only been with Scarlett a few weeks, and she was already brea
I looked at myself in the mirror one last time to make sure that I at least looked presentable. The makeup was subtle, thank God, I didn’t want to look like some tramp. Sultry, and soft was exactly what I was going for. The dress was a deep burgundy, cinching at the waist and flaring out from there. He knocked again, and I knew I had to hurry up. Aiden didn’t like being kept waiting. I doubted he’d hate it if it were Odessa. I banished the thought from my mind and focused on the task at hand. We were going to the hospital to get this whole thing started. All I had to do was get pregnant.I packed my small purse containing a pad of sticky notes so that if there was anything I needed to put down when speaking to the doctor, I could do it. I also put in a pen, my earphones to listen to music on the way so that I didn’t have to hear him speak and get into my head, a pair of photochromic glasses and my lip gloss. He must have been about to knock, because his
Scarlett’s POVI was unable to sleep last night. Not because I was still livid at what happened in the study, but because of the hurt flashing in Aiden’s eyes when I talked about how I was just a spare. It seemed genuine in the moment, and when I shut the door in his face, I slid down the door and cried. I didn’t know why I was truly crying, but the tears kept coming. It felt like someone stabbed me in the gut repeatedly, then wrung me out and left me to dry. I felt raw, lost, exposed. His frame cast a shadow in front of my door for almost an hour, as if he was still trying to come to terms with what I said to him. I knew that the words were a slap on his face, but I wanted him to feel the anger raging for space in my heart. He deserved it. At least that was what I tried to tell myself. It was what I had been trying to tell myself all day. I knew it was selfish to have ever uttered those words, but I wished for him to feel how it felt to have y
Aiden’s POVI sighed, running fingers through my hair to relieve me of the stress. “Is she in?” Maria nodded. “Yes sir, she’s in her bedroom. I just finished changing the sheets and making sure the room was cleaned.” “Did you notice anything unfamiliar? Or familiar? I don’t even know what I’m saying at the moment.” She shook her head, her eyes going to the bunch of flowers in my hand. “No, no. Miss seemed like her normal self. Is something the matter, sir? Anything you need me to help you with?” “No, no. I just wanted to be sure if this was a good time. Dinner is set, right?” “Yes sir. I made sure the chef kept the covered food in the refrigerator, so it’s easy to heat up. Should I help you with that before I leave for the night?” I shook my head. “I can handle a microwave at least. Thank you very much.” “No problem, sir. I’m just doing my job.” She ambled away quickly, leaving me in the gloom of the living room. Rolling the bouquet in my hands, I went to the kitchen first to
Aiden’s POVDusk settled in the skies like a lover’s kiss, sending golden and purple streaks through a formerly blue sky. I watched the skies change color, the purple deepening like a bruise until it began to turn dark. This was one of my daily rituals - watch the skies, and think of my place in the universe. But only this time, I didn’t think of myself. I thought of a familiar flame-haired woman and her luscious pink lips, peridot eyes and skin like milk. I thought of her long fingers searching for pleasure in my hair, the breath from her mouth hot against my cheek. I’d been thinking of her a lot lately, so much that it threatened to take away my sanity. It was strange how she barreled into my life like a whirlwind, taking control of almost every part of me. It seemed rather beautiful, tempting even. She was a force to be reckoned with, a person with so much control of herself that she started breaking down at my heart, chipping away pieces little by little. I cleared my mind and
Aiden’s POVNow, I was different, a man who only had eyes for one woman. It was strange of me to admit that considering my past, but I wanted only Scarlett now. Not even Odessa could change that. “Leave me alone,” I whispered, trying to keep my cool. “You know, I’m doing you a favor, Aiden. Trying to right your wrong. You should know that means you owe me one.” Fuck. I hated owing favors, especially Odessa. She was a manipulator, a piranha that sank its teeth into your skin and never let go until she pulled flesh from bone. But I guess I didn’t have a choice now. “And let me guess, you want something I won’t be able to give you?” She sidled close to my side, her eyes glittering like jewels. Her body was pressed against mine, a softness I could feel through the fabric of my suit. But it was nothing like Scarlett’s. There was a softness to Scarlett, an intensity, a feeling that Odessa didn’t have. It’s what made her
Aiden’s POV My anger had become a tempestuous inferno, boiling me from the inside out as I stepped into the elevator. The text was fresh in my head, and the veins in my temples pounded with the beginnings of a headache. I didn’t know what made Scarlett come to this conclusion, but I knew it couldn’t be good. Contrary to what Odessa said, I knew how to study people. It was such a handy tool for negotiations and cutting prices. I read people’s thoughts through the darting of their eyes, the slight purse of their lips, the winding of a lone finger through locks of hair. I recognized frissons of desire through the change in pitch, anger through slight trembling of curled fists. But somehow, I was never able to read Scarlett. Out of everybody I knew and worked closely with, she was the one person I’d never been able to get a hang of. She surprised me at every corner, every turn. I’d like to say she’s impulsive and wild, none of that calculat
Scarlett’s POVI went to another page, and that’s when I saw her full name. Odessa Owens. The name struck a nerve deep in the wells of my memory, and I struggled to make a correlation. I knew I’d heard the Owens name before, but I couldn’t quite remember. I laid back on the bed with a sigh. My memory, like my heart, was failing me. Before long, I turned back to the page and continued scrolling through any post related to Odessa Owens. In one of the pictures, I recognized the other woman she was standing with, the golden complexion and bloodless elegance. Persephone! So, I was right about them being close. I read through the post, searching for any correlation. That’s when it came together and started making sense. Lady Owens! Sephy had spoken briefly of a Lady Owens on our trip, about them playing matchmaking with their children. So, Odessa was Lady Owens’ only daughter, and was next in line to be Countess of Bath. That was the connec
Scarlett’s POVI rose from the bathroom floor after so much time had passed. I didn’t know how much, but I didn’t care anymore. Not about the sales pitch I was supposed to send in, or anything else. I was raw, unfeeling, lost in the expanse of my own heartbreak. I was just some stupid girl, thinking I could make a beast become a man. How silly to believe in fairytales. “Fuck you,” I said quietly to the air in front of me, and sank onto the bed, the one good thing in any of this. The sheets welcomed me, a soft cloud of cotton floating around me. I stayed still for a few minutes, the image of Aiden leaning over Odessa playing before my eyes. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. It was safe to say I was still in shock, and my heart broke all over again. Sighing, I picked up my phone. I realized there and then that I knew nothing about Odessa except the calculated guesses I’d made earlier about being close to Aiden enough to know his childhood
Aiden’s POV“My sex life should not be the talk of the town!” I yelled, barely able to control my voice. “They shouldn’t be digging my claws into my personal life.” She scoffed. “Personal? There’s nothing personal about your life, Auggie. From the first time you set foot onto this world, your life has been out there for all to see. Our lives, in fact. We’re important people, and we’re born to distract normal people from their boring lives.” “What the fuck does that even mean?” “Don’t play dumb, Aiden. We’ve been in the limelight from the start, and there’s absolutely nothing we can do about it. Trust me on that. It’s why the public wants every chance to see us fall, to smear our names with scandal. You don’t have a personal life. Nothing is personal about your life.” I had the irresistible feeling that Odessa was telling the truth. The PR team sometimes kept me abreast of the situation of things with media houses and gossip blogs and