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.
FINN. Dinner was fun. The casserole was amazing. Scarlett talked about how basic it was. "Slightly better than my mother's, but basic," She said and clicked her tongue before gulping down the orange juice she had just poured herself. I shook my head and chewed a while before swallowing and gulping the food down with my own glass of orange juice. I placed the cup back on the kitchen island. "I may not have tasted your mother's casserole but this? One of the best I've had. Even slightly better than my mother's. Now, you say your mother makes the worst casserole and you call this slightly better? Learn to use your English, Scar," She frowned. "Are you insulting my intelligence?" "No. I am asking you not to compare your mother's casserole dish to your cook's. If she makes terrible casserole and makes you hate it, then she's terrible at making casseroles." Scarlett huffed and glared playfully at me before nodding. She was still naked and very much comfortable. She p
SCARLETT. After dinner and a warm bath, I and Finn had slow sex. I nearly cried. Not because I felt pain or any feelings for him but because the sex was so good I could feel myself nearly burst into coloful glitters. "It gets better with every round, Finn," I sighed. Our backs were flat against my bed and he stared at me with a chuckle. "Tell me something," I leaned up, supported myself with my elbows and stared into his eyes with a smile. "I like it rough and hard. But you just changed everything. I mean, it was so slow, so heartfelt. I nearly fell in love with you," Finn burst into laughter. "So there's a possibility of you falling in love with me, huh?" I shook my head, nearly keeling over at the idea. "No fucking way," Finn shrugged. "Just saying," "The last thing on earth I'd do is fall in love with you, Finn Davis," "I'd hold onto that, Scarlett Cobbs," Finn said and pulled my cheek. He sighed heavily and pushed himself up the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it under
FINN. The next morning, I woke up with the saturated morning sunlight pouring out of my window and into my eyes. I turned immediately to avoid being scorched. Not that it was scorching but I wasn't a morning person and I hated the light that came with it. Climbing out of the bed, I stretched my body and yawned and the first thing I did was leave my room, going straight to the kitchen to make coffee for me and Scarlett. I believed she was still going to be asleep by now as it was a Saturday. Saturdays were my favorite days. Staying cooped up at home and taking my sister out. It was sad that I wouldn't be doing that today as I had already informed them that I would be returning the next weekend. There was a lot of money to be raised today as I was going to spend the whole day with Scarlett. On getting to the kitchen, I realized that I hadn't really touched anything last night. I was confused. I could identify certain gadgets but I didn't know which to use. This kitchen wa
SCARLETT. We spent the rest of the morning having coffee, eating a bit of cereal, and talking about a lot of things. I had employed Finn for the sole purpose of being a fuck buddy in disguise, but he seemed to be doing more than that. Keeping me company was something I had expected, but I hadn't expected to enjoy his company. He wasn't quite like Lucas, only speaking when he was asked to speak. While he was talking, I remembered that he didn't really have office clothing. He had begun his job yesterday with a t-shirt and dark jeans and that gave him a suspicious outlook. Imagine having a built driver who is dressed in a dark t-shirt with two buttons open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. That had to be the reason why Fiona had stared at him so longingly. That had to be the reason why Kevin thought we were fucking. "Scar?" I was brought back to earth by his voice. I looked at him. "Is something wrong?" I shook my head. "No. Why do you ask?" He shrugged. "I