Aiden’s POV
Another sigh. I picked up my newly delivered phone and called the landline at home. There was no answer. I called three more times, no answer. I decided to stop being a coward, and I dialed her number.‘The number you’re trying to call is not available,’ the operator’s feminine voice said, and I ended the call.I tried a number of times, but the same thing happened again and again. In the end, I resorted to a text message. Then, I sent several, but there was no reply. Scarlett was probably still angry with me.“Sir, are you there?” Matthew’s voice fractured my thoughts.“I’ve been standing here for a while,” he said when I whipped my head around to face him. “Is everything okay?”I closed my face off with my hands and took a deep breath, switching into business mode. My staff didn’t need to know my business. It was one thing I never did and would never do. Mixing business with sentiment.“Yes, everythingScarlett’s POVSitting together with Sephy inside the private jet with its plush leather cushions and soft interior was unsettling and it had me on edge. We eventually decided to go to Sweden despite the weather, and Sephy couldn’t stop talking about it. She spoke about her last visit to Sweden, the last fashion show she went to, how she had a friend who knew all the good fashion houses they could go shopping. It was all too much for me to digest at once, so I asked her to slow down for a little bit. I was even getting bored, but I was still surprised at the fact that the family had a private jet, and Sephy had almost never flown commercial. Even if she did, which would be once in a while - a way to feel less rich because she wanted to - I was sure it would be nothing less than first class. “Even been outside the country?” Sephy asked, leaning back into the camel-colored leather. I shook my head. It was useless lying to Persephone. Sh
Scarlett’s POV“It’s perfectly normal to have jitters before your big day,” she surmised. “I was jittery too.” I laughed. “Now, that’s a lie. You look like you rolled out of bed perfect. Nothing could ever go wrong with you, Sephy.” “Thanks for the compliment, but I wasn’t always like this. More than forty years ago, I was just like you. Attracted to one of the most powerful men in the world. We’re the same, you and I. We’re attracted to power.” I suppressed the laughter bubbling in my throat. Attracted to Aiden? Not in this lifetime. If anything, I was disgusted by him, his behavior, his ruthless persona. I hated every inch of him. But my body remembered how I moved against him, his tongue sliding into my mouth and driving me crazy, his fingers slipping inside me, the softness of his intimacy. A part of me loved the way he pinned my body against the car with his, his hardness riding against my stomach. Heat filled my cheeks
Aiden’s POV “Shit!” I cursed for what felt like the thousandth time that evening, as I yanked my hand from the burning skillet. I groaned, swearing in my heart that I was going to kill Matthew the next time I saw him for this piece of advice he’d given me. Cooking wasn't a strong suit for me. In fact, it wasn’t a suit at all. I had burned myself so many times, that the amount of food almost didn’t matter. My eyes were still burning from when I tried to cut an onion, and my eyes watered. I struggled to know why I was crying and sniffling as if I were a child, but the tears kept coming. Even now, my face and eyes still burned. It was an onslaught I never wanted to experience again in my life. The smell of burning food permeated my nostrils as I dumped the sixth slab of steak into the bin. The scent of charred meat hung in the air, and smoke filled the kitchen. I’d turned off the smoke detector after the incessant pinging started when the second steak slab started burning. There
Aiden’s POV I returned to the blog, scrolling through my phone. From six tries, I’d come to the conclusion that I was bad at making steak. My father made it at the end of every month on his trusted grill in the backyard when I was little, but I never gave him the chance to teach me. Cooking seemed messy, after seeing my father’s hands coated with spices, the wild laugh on his face, the choking smoke wafting from the grill and clinging to his clothes. I didn’t want anything like that, so I avoided it like it was something that could kill me. In hindsight, I wished I’d taken the time to learn how to properly cook a steak and spice it without burning the house. Besides, part of it was my mother’s fault for hiring expensive chefs from all over the world. She never touched a pot throughout the entire time I knew her. If she did, maybe I wouldn’t be this confused. “Do you need a hand, sir?” Maria’s voice came from behind me. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time.” “No,
Scarlett’s POVI was so tired from spending all day with Sephy. After the trip to Sweden for cloth shopping, we traveled to Milan to a Stephen Ling jewelry store, one of the jewelry franchises that Sephy said belonged to one of the board members at Aiden’s company. He treated us to some pineapple tarts, and Sephy talked to him all afternoon about the latest jewelry pieces. Stephen lamented almost throughout the time we were there, saying all the best pieces were going to Aiden’s new gallery openings. He also said Aiden shut them out of the decision making process at Vilarez Enterprises, claiming all the profits from this new franchise should go to some hospital in Africa. Stephen Ling was outraged, and Sephy tried to calm him down by taking his mind off it. According to Stephen, she was his best customer. I was a tad happy because Aiden kept his word about building hospitals for the underprivileged. Sephy obviously had no idea about the whole t
Scarlett’s POVI set down the glass and cleared these thoughts from my mind. They were none of my concern, and my time with Aiden was counting down. I wanted to make sure to enjoy it as long as I could. “So, his grandfather still calls him Auggie from time to time. Sounds like a name you’d give to a pitbull or a golden retriever, but what can I say? It makes me laugh so much.” Sephy burst into laughter, and soon, I joined in too because I found the whole thing hilarious. For someone as ruthless as Aiden Vilarez, this was a revelation I could use to torment him. At least for a while. We talked for a while about necklaces and coffee types and cosmetic surgery. I observed Sephy closely; her choreographed positions, the gentle way with which she leaned back in the chair, how she lounged in glamorous lassitude. It was all so fascinating, as if all the wealth had seeped into her skin and made her more human than she was. “Do you love him?”
Scarlett’s POVI stared long and hard at Aiden’s lithe form in the dining area, the lights dimmed such that it formed a golden halo behind him. His skin was bronzed from the amber light, piercing blue eyes staring back at me. Like a few days before, I felt a desire rush into my blood. Heat flowed to my pelvis, and I could feel my body responding to just the sight of him. I hated how my body behaved, like I was nothing but a common whore who wanted Aiden at every opportunity. I didn’t know if he knew about the way my body acted around him, but if he did, he sure was using it to his advantage. The thought of that even made me angrier. God, I hated him. The bags of the things we bought were all around me, a cacophony of designer packets and jewelry cases. I saw him look at me, then at the bags, and back at my face. A smile crossed his features, making his eyes seem softer than they normally were. I was drawn to those beautiful pools of b
Scarlett’s POVThe meal would have been a good idea if he didn’t have that commanding tone in his voice, and maybe I might have listened. But I wasn’t about to be ordered to sit down at a table and look at him. I had my own autonomy when we were in the house. “Scarlett, please stop,” he said, in a low apologetic voice that stopped me in my tracks. “Can we talk about this?” I was still angry nonetheless. “So now, you want to talk about this? After telling me that your decision was final and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it?” “I’m sorry,” he replied. “Tell me what you want, Scarlett. Tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it.” I stopped moving and turned to look at him. He had a look in his eyes, one that I’d never seen before. His stare was hard and unflinching as always, but there was something different about them, a new permutation I’d never seen before. He was apologetic! “Please, sit,” he said, gest
SCARLETT’S POVI had come to accept that my thoughts were haunted. Else, how else could I explain that one individual is the one that consumes all of my thoughts and has suddenly become the essence of my being? He consumed my thoughts, he consumed my essence, and as much as I wanted to convince myself that I hated it, I knew that deep down, I LOVED it! And I hated myself even more for loving it, everything was an endless myriad of emotions that I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling.I had not seen Aiden since last night and I was hoping I wouldn’t bump into him as I wrapped my robe around my body and headed downstairs to grab a coffee. One could think I was some sort of burglar as I tiptoed my way down and looked over my shoulders to make sure I did not run into Aiden. Everywhere was silent and I assumed that he probably had to drop by at work pretty early or he was busy in the gym, whichever it was, I was just glad tha
Scarlett's POVAiden approached with the hot coffee in his hand and I wondered if he wasn't going to drop it before finally getting to me.“Well, I'd say I'm interested in both but it depends on you.” He placed the coffee on the slap and pulled me closer to himself. He pulled off my shirt and put his head between my breasts.He had not placed his lips on them but I gasped. My body was ready for his touch and I craved it like an addiction.He raised me and placed me on the kitchen slab and pushed the cup of coffee off. The cup fell and the coffee spilled all over the floor. I just sat down waiting anxiously for him to suck on my boobs.He stood in front of me and pushed his hands through my thigh before pulling me forward to himself. I could feel my body hair standing. His process was slow and it made me anticipate what he was going to do.Aiden licked all around my boobs, I gasped for air and put my hands on his shoulde
Aiden’s POVI did not know what to do to make Scarlett feel better. I was exhausted by the attitude she was putting up. I stretched my hands over to her face and removed her earphones from her ear.She grumbled and frowned at me before she yelled, “What?” She looked so paranoid and I couldn’t understand what all the attitude she was giving me was all about.“What is it again? You’ve been so quiet and I don’t like how you are blocking your ears. I don’t feel like you are here with me and I’m not pleased.” I said to her sternly.“I do not want to talk to you and I don’t have anything to say to you. I just want to go home.” Scarlett did not care to look at me. She just spoke and kept her gaze out the window.“Anyway, I want us to eat out tonight. I know a very nice restaurant that we can go to.” I felt that could make Scar feel better or cheer her up. I mean, who wouldn’t like to eat something nice? “I want to go home. I’m not
Scarlett's Pov I looked at Aiden as he gazed back at me. I could not understand why he would think I would decide to have sex with him. I wondered why he would even choose that. I mean, it's not like I meant anything to him.I began to reminisce on the sex we had in the pool. I snapped out of it and reminded myself of how trashy he treated me. “You mean nothing to him. This is just a contract so get it together,” I said to myself. “I would rather have an implantation. I have no reason to experience sexual excitement. It's just a contract and it should be handled as such.” I said aloud without looking at Aiden.“I can not have my sperm removed from me. I do not want to have to masturbate.” Aiden interrupted me. I looked at him and asked, “So what's that supposed to mean?” “You will just have to have sex with me because I can not masturbate. I won't.” He said firmly and I knew there was nothing I could say to make him change hi
Scarlett's PovI followed quietly behind Aiden and several thoughts ran through my mind as I began to doubt if I wanted to proceed. “I do not have a choice anyway. I’m sure he doesn’t care about me. This is what's best for me at the moment.” I said inwardly.We entered the hospital and Aiden approached a nurse. He was farther from me so I couldn’t hear what he said to her. She looked through his shoulders at me and smiled. I approached them with an uncertain look on my face.“You’re welcome. You can come with me to the waiting room while I get the doctor for you.” She said with a warm smile and a great gesture. I wondered why she seemed so happy.Aiden and I followed her into a room that had a nice ambiance. I was not interested in whatever was around. I just wanted to see the doctor and get down to business. “You should take off your earphones.” Aiden tapped my thigh and said to me. I shrugged and arched my brow at him. I
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