SCARLETT. "He's gay, Fiona. Eyes off him." I said to Fiona as she handed me the file. I had seen the way she stared at him as he walked out of my office. I sent him to get my router from my car as my phone wasn't here with me. Well, it had crashed this morning and I wasn't ready to get a new phone yet. At least, that would help me avoid my parents or Kevin for a while as my father had been calling since last night. I knew what he was going to say but that wasn't my business. For now, I was an adult and out of their life. I had my own life to live and they weren't going to use me as their pawn. Fiona blushed profusely and nodded. "Yes, ma'am," I leafed through the paperwork, skimming through as I read through the contract. I nodded in satisfaction and looked up at her. "You did a good job. You can go back to your duty," Fiona smiled and turned to walk out of the office and before she shut the door behind her, I sang out loud. "Eyes off him. Remember work ethics. No
FINN. Omar was the head of the finance department and he was my boss, I guess. I noticed the way he acted all sweet around Scarlett. She didn't notice but I did. I noticed how he cracked unfunny jokes and talked about her beauty and the quality of her dress. It was either she was ignoring him or she was too busy that she didn't notice. "I want you to show Finn his office," She said, cutting him short from cracking one of his stupid jokes. He composed himself immediately and nodded before turning to me. "You're the new guy," "Stating the obvious, are we?" I replied. He frowned slightly and Scarlett gave me a stern look. "Leave us, Omar. He'll join you outside," Omar nodded and left the room and as soon as he was gone, she turned to face me. "You know you have to create a good working relationship with everyone if you don't want them snooping around when they see us together?" I nodded. "Of course. I am sorry about that." "It's fine," She said and smiled. "
SCARLETT. One thing I didn't notice about Fiona was her inability to keep things to herself. It was the same for Omar. Definitely, gossip was going to spread. Heck, it was a fashion company and gossip was the order of the day. But I had watched them, with quite a myopic view, and I didn't see that part of them that couldn't keep things to themselves. I knew it would look like I was taking things overboard, but I wasn't. She had gone ahead to tell Finn what I said to her about him being gay. I had expected her to fucking keep to herself and not say anything about it, but it didn't seem so. As for Omar, this was going to get him fired. He has violated my new unspoken rule. Going around to tell his colleagues that I had employed someone and kept him in the cubicle. I was all for protecting my image and if this got out, the paparazzi and the public would start looking out for him and I didn't want that. It was going to draw attention to us, which was a bad thing. It was
FINN. Once she took off her jacket, my eyes raked down her body, taking in the shape of her full breasts. Fuck. She had no bra on. That was why I felt her softness against me when she purposefully brushed my shoulder. Her nipples puckered and I could see the outline of its roundness. She had a nasty smile on and when she bit her lower lip, I felt the walls I had built around me to resist her break into pieces. There was something about her biting her lower lip that drove me crazy. I used to find it cringy when other women did it to look elaborately sexy, but she is natural. It came to her. "Don't you stand up from there," She commanded in a soft voice, but it was laced with a firm resolve. I sat back, still, and watched her. Her hand traveled up her belly and stopped on her breasts. She hadn't done anything yet and my groin was starting to tighten. She smiled when she saw my expression change and kneaded on her breasts, softly moaning and her eyes on m
SCARLETT. I went back to my office, sated. A permanent smile was plastered on my face. I opened the door to my office only to see Marsais standing in my office. From her stance, it seemed she had waited for quite a while. "Ahem." I cleared my throat. She turned immediately and nodded politely at me, waiting till I was fully settled in my seat. I turned to the other side of my desk, staring at the floor to ceiling mirror Lucas had gotten mounted there some time ago before he left. Sighing, I remembered the reason why he had done that. I was nearly caught one day. Apparently, the back of my dress had ridden up and I had forgotten to check it out after Lucas had given me one of his best backshots. I had walked into the board room, wondering why I was being stared at in shock. I didn't have a horn on my head, did I? Marsai had saved me. She had whispered into my ears about my situation and, in shock, I pulled it down before laughing and lying that I hadn't redresse
FINN. Who the hell could be driving so recklessly? I had nearly been hit by the car. If my reflexes hadn't been fast enough, I would have been hit and definitely injured. I was so angry and I was going to give the driver a piece of my mind and something to think about. Scarlett was on the other side, watching and waiting for me to drive over to her, but I was going to take a little bit of time to speak to this bastard driver. Thankfully, his glass wound down and my eyes met with a blond-haired man who looked like he was from a band from the sixties. "You fucktard! Watch where you're going when you're driving next time!" I snapped. "I know you're suicidal, but don't drag some of us who still want to live along with you while driving to your death, okay?!" The blond guy popped his head out of his window but he ignored me and acted like I wasn't just standing there. He was looking somewhere else and when I turned, I realized he was staring at Scarlett. "Fucktard," I
SCARLETT. For the rest of the drive, I was restless. I kept shifting from one side to the other while ignoring Finn's incessant stares from the rearview mirror. I knew what Kevin was capable of doing. He wasn't going to rest till he was able to make out something about our relationship. He had already deduced that I was fucking Finn and he wasn't wrong. We had to prove him wrong. "Finn," I began. He snapped his neck back to look at me and I cast him a glare. "You've been looking at me from the rearview mirror. Keep doing that. I am sure we don't want to end this awful night with an accident," Nodding, he turned back to face the road. "Do you want to talk now?" "Yes. It's about something important. That doesn't mean I am not mad at you." "I apologized, Scar..." "What apology?!" I snapped at him. "You said something that pushed me off balance and you think I'll easily forget about it? Come off it, Finn. Not everyone waves everything off like you, okay?" Nodding,
SCARLETT. His hands sank into my ass, kneading. No one was in the house and I had given the cook a week's leave, so the house was left to us both. We kissed fervently, nearly eating out our faces. I pushed myself against him and his back hit the wall of the patio, nearly tipping a base over. But we didn't care. We were too in heat to notice anything. Tonight, we were quick, fast-paced. I loved how our rhythm changed from time to time. My molten magma was boiling aggressively and threatening to spill over to cause a mess. He was here to cool it down. He placed my feet on the floor and we both pulled off my dress, leaving me naked. His eyes lingered on my body, his lips slightly parted. Why did every little gesture from him drive me crazy? "Fuck. So you mean throughout today, you didn't have anything but this dress on?" I nodded and bit my lips. He shook his head. "Yeah. I dress this way most time. It's easier to touch myself or fuck myself with a dildo. Less messy.
THIRD PERSON’S POV "You know, it would do no damage if you told me where you were going that night," Scarlett asked as she leaned back on the lounge close to the pool area, hands on her belly, watching as Finn flipped steak on the grill. It had been three months now and that question had gone unanswered. No excuse for the lie Finn told could exonerate him. He turned towards her and sighed. "If you worry less about that night and more about the babies we are to have in less than six months, it'd be a good thing." She sat up. "Really? My husband sneaking out of the house late at night when he's supposed to fuck me the next morning doesn't deserve an answer?" Finn blew out a heavy breath and flipped the steak again before he turned to look at her, both hands on his hip. He looked really funny in the apron he was wearing. "I am starting to believe that the only reason you keep asking me this question is because I should have been fucking you instead of sneaking out of
SCARLETT. Worst day of my life. I didn't want to think of how things had gone this morning; how I had cried several times and ruined my makeup. How I had yelled at everyone, not minding if they were just there to do their jobs. None of the bridesmaids were my friends. I had told my friends I didn't want them to be bridesmaids when I was getting married to a man I hated the most. Wasn't it weird to be married to another man while going through a heartbreak from another to whom you had confessed your feelings to and he had done the same? Things were only going to get shittier from here and my parents were to blame. I hadn't spoken to either of them and as my father curled his arm for me to slip mine through, I cursed the day I was born into this family. I should have been poor and less privileged. Maybe Finn and I would have gotten married. I wondered what he was doing now. Happy with his family, on his way to falling in love with another woman who wasn't as problematic as
FINN. I'd gotten to the verge of telling her that I was her groom. It had taken a lot of restraint for me to actually walk away. As I drove towards the warehouse, I stared at the bag she had returned to me and sighed. I hated to put her in this position but that was it. After dealing with Kelvin tomorrow, I was to see the designer in charge of my wedding tux to get it fitted. It was going to be a long day for me tomorrow. As soon as I got to the warehouse, one of the guards standing by the entrance of the warehouse hurried towards me and bowed. "Boss, they are all waiting inside for you." Was I ever going to get used to being addressed as boss and treated like one? Because why did it feel a little weird that this man was treating me like a god? My father must have really had a huge impact on them for them to show me this much respect, age regardless. The warehouse was filled with people. Some worked on cars, and some sat around tables with drinks in front of them,
SCARLETT. All day, I waited for Finn to return with mixed feelings. What if something went wrong again? Wasn't he going to see Raya? He was supposed to be back in about three hours. But it was seven hours already and quite late. I had tried distracting myself with movies but then, my father had sent a text, telling me that my wedding dress was ready and would be delivered on my wedding day because he didn't want me ruining it. What the hell was going on? When I sent him a text, informing him that I was no longer getting married and that I didn't care if he was going to take all that I had, I didn't get a response. Calling him was futile because he didn't even pick up my call. I had to call my mother, who informed me that everything happening right now was out of her control. I had been infuriated by her words but that was it, I guess. I had spent the rest of the day fuming and waiting for Finn to return so I could narrate my ordeal to him. I was in the
FINN. For someone who I had believed was so powerful and controlling and could do anything he liked, Scarlett's father could really be humbled. After he had asked me to wait, he had led me to his study, his demeanor changing from one of scorn to the utmost respect. It was really amusing to see him humbled. We spoke for minutes and he decided that we had to work together. I hadn't made it easy for him anyway. I kept throwing jabs of how much of a terrible father he had been to Scarlett. "Finn, I know all of these," He had said at one point. "But I had to do certain things because she was my only child. If I hadn't been hard on her, she wouldn't be where she is today." "By that, you mean being aware that she was molested when she was a teenager and you did nothing about it? Going ahead to get her married to the same man who molested her when she was young. That's how you thought you were training her?" I asked, my voice laced with disgust. "You really did a bad job
FINN. I watched as she slept in my arms. We had talked after our kiss and she'd told me how she'd been at the therapist's twice this week and was getting better. I was so proud of her. She could actually do without me having to be there. She was becoming a better version of herself and I was extremely glad that I was there to witness it. I was never going to let her leave my side. She belonged to me now and it felt refreshing to know that this woman loved me as much as I did and had, in fact, loved me for a long time. Things were starting to fall into place. Meeting her was a miracle. I had to admit that to myself. Ignoring the ups and downs, she was really a blessing to me. Somehow, she has made me a better version of myself to her and my family. With her, I'd been able to afford a whole lot and I found out the truth about my father's life and how he was killed. I couldn't tell her. This was top secret but there was someone else I could tell. Someone who knew
SCARLETT. I had been pacing about the living room when I caught a glimpse of a black, matte Maserati stopping in front of my house. I had paused, wondering who it was, and when a familiar figure came out of the car, dressed impeccably and looking like he hadn't gone through a series of tortures from the man I hated most in the world, my heart flew. The glass of brandy I had been holding slipped into my hand and crashed to the floor as I burst into a fit of tears while still running toward him. Just as I opened the door, he was there, standing before me with a smile and I just knew, I just knew I had to tell him everything. I just knew he meant a lot to me. We were seated on one of the couches and I couldn't just take my hands off him. I touched his face, searched his hands for any form of bruises, and even had to pull his chest up. I covered a hand over my mouth and more tears slipped down my cheeks when I saw the red marks, he had gotten from being constantly electro
FINN."Your father, Fernandez Edwardo, was the Lord of the Dark Knight Mafia," Jason began. "He was the founder of this great foundation. He picked us all up when we needed to be helped. We were wanted for crimes we didn't commit and he stood by us till it was all resolved. We were recruited by him and that was when he created this group. After years of working hard, and putting in sweat and blood, we became one of the most influential Mafia groups in Italy. He finally decided that we extended to other parts of the world and America was one of them."This had to be some sort of movie set I was about to act in, right? This was the script being read out to me? The summary? But I listened."Things went well here and then, when it was time for us to return to base, he met your mother. Eliana. He fell for her. Hard. But one thing he didn'
FINN."Finn Davis?" He frowned. "Trenton Davis's son.""How do you know my father?" I asked and coughed."Damn!" He turned to the men by the door. "Lose him the fuck up!"But Kelvin stopped him. "Why should we do that?! He's my prisoner and he's going to be killed anyway!"The man turned to him with a glare. "You seem to have forgotten your place here, Kelvin. I advise you to step aside if you don't want things to go down wrongly for you.""And who the fuck is he that you want him untied, huh?!" Kelvin grumbled.The man turned to him. "He's the son of our late boss! So you better pay your fucking respects because he's now in charge of everyone as soon as he has been sworn i