Her legs felt numb. Scarlett was sure she had fucked Griffin against every surface of the house. It had entirely unwinded her, yet her heart beat ten times faster when griffin ran his fingers through her hair. It was wet from her shower, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. Every part of her fluttered when she felt Griffin's pillowy lips against her wet skin. She wanted more of him, but he suddenly leaned back. "I'm going to shower." Scarlett apprehensively smiled up at him. "Oh, okay?" Griffin smiled back and trotted away from the kitchen table. Hot guy swagger and his confidence made him a hundred times more gorgeous. "You have a good night, Scarlett." Ah, so he was leaving her. "Uh... You too!" Griffin chuckled and disappeared. It gave Scarlett time to fish up her phone and look at her messenger. She had about a hundred unread messages from Lucy and Charlotte. But since she considered Lucy to be her closest friend, she decided to call the gothic girl first. Lucy picked
Being in Spain with Griffin had been heaven, but eventually, everything good must end.Scarlett was back home and about to celebrate her nineteenth birthday with her friends at the Euphoria club. She tugged at the black dress Griffin had bought her, trying to cover more of her legs. It pushed up her breasts, but since Griffin wasn't here, there was no point—she didn't want another man's attention."Perhaps I should have picked another dress..." Scarlett muttered in front of the mirror inside the bathroom.Lucy flushed the toilet and came out to wash her hands. She met Scarlett's eyes in the mirror. "Nonsense! You look gorgeous, and who knows? Maybe your billionaire landlord decides to show up tonight, and you want to look good in front of him, yeah?""Not so loud!" Scarlett hissed.Lucy grimaced. "Sorry... I forgot.""It's no problem. I'm just..." Scarlett sighed. "I had wanted to spend tonight with Griffin. But you're right, he is my landlord. What happened in Spain stays there, and
Griffin ignored her question and took her hand. He pulled her away from the bar and placed a hand behind her back. It was an invitation for her to dance to a familiar song. "Let's have some fun," Griffin said. "I like this song." Scarlett didn't object. Her heart was thumping, and she was so close to Griffin that she could breathe in his scent—a fresh smell of lemons with a hint of expensive cigars that made her never want to let go. Her heart was beating for this man; it had done that ever since their late nights in Spain. Griffin was so beautiful inside and out. Scarlett was falling, falling, and falling so deeply in love with him. He was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Of this, she was sure. Yet she couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. Griffin kept her eyes on hers and spoke in his deep voice. "Are you enjoying your birthday night, Scarlett?" "It became better when you arrived." Griffin smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good
No matter how often Scarlett dialed his number, Griffin wouldn't pick up his damn phone. "Griffin still isn't answering..." Scarlett sighed and looked out through the limousine window. She was close to tears. "Why did he leave me? He should know that I want him..." "Perhaps you can try calling him again tomorrow?" Lucy asked in a low voice. She was following Scarlett home in the vehicle, ready to sleep over to comfort her friend. "What if he doesn't pick up later either?" Scarlett's heart was ripping into shreds, tearing apart from the inside. "Honey..." A tear ran down Scarlett's cheek. "Griffin... He has been my everything for this past week, Lucy. I've spent every hour with him, and... I'm in love with him. So madly, deeply in love with that man." Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, placing her hand on Scarlett's shoulder with a saddened expression. "He will come back to you." Scarlett bit back a sob and held her gaze. "How do you know?" "Because once he realizes you're the love
Scarlett lay restless in her luxurious king-sized bed. Her eyes were puffy from crying and stuck on the stars on the ceiling. Back in Spain, she had told Griffin the plastic stars in the ceiling had been her favorite thing about the foster home. They were lights in the dark, little things that kept her nightmares away. And Griffin had probably ordered to have these stars placed in the ceiling because he knew Scarlett would suffer nightmares without him. He was the only man she had let touch her after Jake had attacked her. She feared other men, but not Griffin. No. He was cold and reserved toward those who he didn't find necessary in his life. But he had treated Scarlett like a princess and held her every night. Scarlett choked on a sob. She missed Griffin's thick arms. His body had entirely swallowed hers, and he has rubbed his stubble against her in the most affectionate way. He was secretly a cuddler in bed, and Scarlett had felt safe being the small spoon to the behemoth.
A tingling sensation spread over Scarlett's skin, and with a smile, she stretched like a cat. Griffin was sitting behind her in the jacuzzi, breathing a laugh at her burying her head between his pecs. Scarlett inhaled his scent. "Why do I feel so good and renewed every time you've fucked me?" Griffin hugged her closer with one hand. He didn't mind being a personal chair and slowly circled his rough finger around Scarlett's other hole. It made her relax even more. He kissed her head. "Because you're a sex addict." "Am I now?" "Yes." "Do you have any proof of your claims?" Scarlett was awarded an amused smirk. Griffin's eyes were totally lit up and beautiful under the lights. "It took you one minute of hugging before your tongue was on my abs." A blush burned her cheeks. "Can you blame me? You're gorgeous, and you're here with me. Not trying to escape on a plane." "And I would love to stay with you," Griffin murmured and pulled her up to plant a barrage of kisses on her neck. "
Sebastian carried the gothic girl over to his bed. She wasn't sleeping but happily grinning up into his face. It was a bit creepy, but strangely enough, he didn't hate the attention. "You're like... Super pretty," Lucy said and felt his beard. A giggle left her lips as she stroked him. "And hot." Sebastian stifled a laugh. "And you're like... Super drunk." "I'm not that drunk!" "You're petting a stranger and calling him pretty—you're definitely wasted and need a good rest." "No! Lucy doesn't wanna sleep... She wanna dance..." Sebastian stared down at the crazy woman in disbelief. "Do you even realize how dangerous it would be if you behaved like this with any other man on the street? You would get thrown over their shoulder and voilà, kidnapped." "I can fight." Those words actually earned a laugh from Sebastian. "Honey, you're like what, five-foot-five and probably weight like a little more than a hundred pounds? You're underweight and the perfect size to kidnap off the street
"I feel like death," Scarlett muttered from the kitchen table when Lucy walked in to grab a coffee. "Griffin left me in secret this morning, and I know he is gone forever." It was the truth. Griffin was gone, and Scarlett felt like she had been run over by a truck. Her heart was hurting. The world had lost its color, and everything felt incredibly dark. Why did Griffin leave her? She had never felt like this for any other person in her entire life. Griffin was unique, and they had insane chemistry, something he had thrown away because he didn't think her feelings were real. How could he not?! Lucy sent her a sympathetic glance. "It's only one year, Scarlett. The man is stubborn, but he did promise. See it as a blessing to study harder without a distraction while he is gone." "I suppose that's true..." Scarlett groaned and pulled her hair before slumping against the table. "What if he finds someone else while we spend time apart?" "I'm pretty confident he won't. Griffin was s