SCARLET
A few weeks ago
I was always lonely. I’ve never been happy. How about you? Are you lonely? By the way, what happened with your date? – Ericka
No. I’m not. Forget about my date because she’s a fucking liar and the thing I hate the most are fucking liars – Jax
Maybe you need to try and understand that they have their reasons – Ericka
He did not respond after I sent him those words. Jax clearly said he wasn’t into crybabies and had no remorse over his actions, and I believed him. He fucked different women every week—like an endless loop.
I lied to Jax about many things, but I couldn’t seem to let him go. He was fun to talk to. The late-night phone calls were getting hot, and he knew exactly what I needed. He knew exactly how to make me too damned wet. The sound of his voice was delicious enough to make me aroused. I imagined Jax as a very, very attractive man. How much more would he affect me if I saw him?
It’d been several months since I joined the social media app. Mom came by my apartment and borrowed my computer. She’d logged into her email, which I accidentally opened later. The subject in the email caught me and stopped me from logging out. It was an interesting title in all capital letters.
ANONYMOUS CHAT EXCLUSIVE FOR HARVARD ALUMNI
Since Mom was an alumnus of Harvard, she received a link straight to Pro-Express Chat. I never actually wanted to use it, but I knew it would help me in the future. I’d only planned to use it to speak with the IT graduates for educational purposes. I felt a bit guilty using Mom’s link without her knowledge.
I lay on the soft foam of my bed, then grabbed my phone from the bedside table and signed in to the app. I composed a message to Jax.
Subject: Two weeks busy
You’ve been busy. And I’ve been thinking. How do you do it? I mean, how do you date that many women? Do you still dine at a restaurant before you go to the hotel? Are you the kind of guy who buys gifts?
Ericka
I bit my lip and thought about what he would respond to. A notification popped up.
Damn it, Jax. You’re only interested in one kind of message.
Subject: Re: Two weeks busy
I don’t date. What the hell are those questions? Do you want me to book a few reservations for us?
Jax
Subject: Re: Re: Two weeks busy
I thought you said it was only for one night?
Ericka
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Two weeks busy
If it were you, I could make an exception.
Jax
I laughed. Really? Was he going to make an exception? For me? I was still amused that I couldn’t think of what to reply to, but his name appeared on my phone screen. I answered the call right away.
“Jax,” I breathed.
“What took you so long?” he asked, his voice irritated, “I don’t mind flying to Cambridge right now if you just tell me where you live.”
“I asked you because I was curious.” I bit my lip. “What do you look like?”
“Let me see you if you want to know what I look like.”
I gasped quietly, my mouth getting dry. “Seriously, Jax.”
“I look like a man who wants my face between your legs. How about you? What do you look like?”
NOW
“Yes, Mom. I’m already packing.” I put my phone on a loudspeaker to pack my things properly. She’d been calling me endlessly since last night, reassuring herself that I would come home for the weekend.
After Mom remarried, I never saw my stepfather or his son again. I flew to Cambridge to study, and they never visited me. To be honest, I didn’t have any expectations that they would. Thomas was always busy with work, but he was kind to me. As for his son Luke? To him, I was invisible.
“I’m just so excited to see you, honey. It’s okay if it’s not my birthday, and I understand you are busy, but please just let Thomas’ driver pick you up at the airport next week,” she said, her voice high-pitched as usual.
“No, Mom, but thank you. You know me, I don’t want to be treated like a princess with a bodyguard.” I stood and walked over to stand in front of the mirror. I let down my wavy, dark brown hair and stared at my reflection, finishing my makeup with a swipe of lip gloss. I then popped my mouth. I didn’t want to tell Mom I was flying to New York tonight. Though she knew I was going to come home, she had no idea that I would arrive early for her fiftieth birthday. It was Thomas’ idea.
“I just want to give the best for my only baby,” she said.
“I’m not your only one. I have a stepbrother, remember?”
“You’re still my only one. Lucas is never home, but he promised to attend the party tonight. Oh, by the way, honey, Luke is in Cambridge. Didn’t Thomas tell you that he arrived there a few days ago?”
“Luke’s here? No, Thomas didn’t mention anything,” I murmured.
“Why don’t you ask Luke to meet? You two haven’t seen each other for a long time,” she suggested, and I shivered oddly as if someone had poured cold water over my head.
For the record, the wedding day was the first and last time I saw him.
I noticed that every time Mom talked about Luke, my stomach would start churning, and there was always this inexplicable pressure in my chest. Of course, I couldn’t tell her I had a big crush on Luke and was always curious to know about him. I secretly stalked him on G****e. I looked for social media accounts he might have, but there was nothing. I only found articles about him and the company. I tried and searched if he was dating, but there weren’t pictures of him with a woman.
I bit my lip hard as I remembered his face at the wedding. Luke was the epitome of male beauty. An utter perfection. Every time Mom talked about him, every hormone in me rose.
So, I didn’t think meeting him was a good idea. “We’re not close.”
Mom heaved a sigh. “Would you believe me if he said the same when I asked him to meet you?”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, he wasn’t interested in meeting his one and only stepsister. “I’m not surprised.”
“Oh, well. That’s Luke. You’ll get to know him when you come home. I really miss you, honey.”
Damn, I was strangely excited. Butterflies filled my stomach.
“I miss you too, Mom.” So much. Then, we hung up. I slid my phone into my pocket and grabbed my suitcase.
SCARLET I still couldn’t get over the thought of Luke being here in Cambridge. I’d been debating with myself whether to show up and introduce myself formally, but how could I? I couldn’t ask Mom for his number. I didn’t know where he lived. However, I was more concerned about what I would feel if I saw him. I would certainly have mixed emotions. I’d heard Thomas assigned him to a new business project in Cambridge, and he would stay for three months. It would be enough time before I graduate in two months. I badly needed the help of someone with IT expertise for my thesis. Luke had been an IT genius during his Harvard days. I frowned at my wristwatch. The Uber came at last, after fifteen minutes of waiting. I dragged my suitcase along with me and stepped into the car. To my irritation, my phone rang the moment I settled in the car. “Good evening, Miss Scarlet Carter?” The driver greeted me. “Your destination is JFK airport?” “Yes, thank you.” I drew out the phone from my pocket. Ja
LUKEThere were many reasons why I shouldn’t listen to Dad’s inconvenient request, and I was pretty much having a great time before he called. I could understand his attachment to Gene. My stepmother was one of a kind and the sweetest thing that had ever happened to our lives. I couldn’t list everything she’d done for us. She was a mother to me. Period.However, Gene was enough. I didn’t like the idea of having a little sister. If it were a brother, I’d give it consideration. In addition, giving out even the slightest part of my property that I worked my ass off for to a stranger was quite ridiculous. But since Dad asked nicely, I had no choice but to do it. Lastly, picking up this new little sister wasn’t that hard, but engaging in extra family matters was never my thing.At the airport, I didn’t see her right away. She was hard to remember. I’d only seen her once before. All I could recall was the skinny girl with mesmerizing brown eyes.On the other hand, it was astonishing how tim
SCARLET Since I had nowhere to go, I went to the reception and tried to book myself a room, but there was already a reservation under my name. Luke might have had it prepared for me—or maybe Thomas. Luke was no gentleman. Certainly, he was nothing like his father. If only I knew he was a jerk like this, I wouldn’t have fantasized about him for the last six years.I dragged my suitcase with me and stepped into the elevator as soon as I got my key card. Good thing my room was a suite. I freaking needed a good bath.First, I dug into my suitcase and laid out the only dress I could ever bring. A Burberry crimson backless dress with a hem two inches above the knee and a pair of Christian Louboutin silver stilettos. Fortunately, I also got my charms and my ruby necklace. I touched the gem with my finger and briefly admired its beauty.I wasn’t greedy, and I’d never imagined myself wearing these extravagant things before Mom’s marriage. It’s not that I desired any of it, but when Mom marrie
SCARLETI was almost ready to head out of the suite, but my throat dried up, so I walked through the suite’s minibar. To my satisfaction, the liquor cabinet had a full range of beverages and my favorite bottle of Château Lafitte. I grabbed the bottle and poured myself a glass.I shut my eyes and took my first sip of the wine’s heaven-and-earthy taste. I ran my tongue over my lower lip as the bittersweet liquid ran down my throat. I was pretty much having ‘me’ time when the door suddenly gilded open, and the sexiest man I knew marched into the room.Luke came back, and my precious glass of wine splattered on the rug, and the glass shattered into pieces. It’s like he brought a storm with him.“Don’t you ever knock?” I bent down and picked up broken pieces of glass.“This is my suite. Get up here.”What? I even walked around naked earlier, used his bathroom, and he’s saying this was his personal space? No wonder everything was provided. I wouldn’t have come here if I knew. I ignored him
SCARLET Here was am, alone again. Well, what was new?I was in the same position six years ago when I watched their wedding ceremony. I was sitting alone, not knowing anyone, because the guests were mostly acquainted with the Alejandros. Oh, right! Something had changed; I could drink now.This was my third glass of wine, and my throat still wanted more—perhaps a stronger drink. My roommate, Katherine, usually offered vodka during sleepless nights and discouraging times. If only my stepbrother wasn’t such an ass and treated me as a part of the family, I wouldn’t have been such a loner.Nonetheless, I didn’t think I wanted to mingle around him at his time. He’s been talking and dancing non-stop with a blonde Barbie doll in a body-hugging red dress. My eyes hurt just looking at them. He was holding her back. I’d always convinced myself that he was off-limits, yet I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be held by him.I heaved a sigh. I was getting more and more hopeless as the
SCARLETLuke slid an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him as soon as his friend left. And unlike Aries, who gave me space, Luke sandwiched me between his arms, possessively pressing me against his rock-hard body. His overall physique dwarfed my small frame, making me feel vulnerable, and it was bad news. I hated this effect on me; he made me feel like squirming. I clung to his shoulders but kept my eyes away and tried not to drink him in. He smelled so divine.I could feel Luke’s gaze on me as he began swaying our hips. His long fingers at my back compelled me to move in accord with his body. His thumb pressed firmly on my palm. I tried to bear it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t breathe. He was driving me crazy.“Wait,” I whispered.I stopped and pushed his chest with my free hand, but he didn’t let me escape. He brought me back into his arms with aggression. A quiet groan of frustration vibrated in his chest. What the heck was wrong with him?“Stop struggling,” he hissed harshl
SCARLETWhat was I doing? It’s not like I was a virgin.I waited for another hour before I went down for breakfast because I was too embarrassed to see Luke’s face. I’d heard he always left at eight and returned home at seven, so he was barely at home. I guess I wouldn’t have to worry when he came back.Mom and Thomas were on the porch having coffee when I came down. They were like newlyweds that couldn’t let go of each other. Thomas couldn’t stop nuzzling at her hair. I had to admit that Thomas was handsome, and he’d kept in shape despite his age. I didn’t want to interrupt them but I told them I was present anyway.“Morning, Mom. Morning, Thomas.” I kissed both their cheeks and settled on the empty seat across from them.“Oh, darling. Good morning!” Mom greeted me with the sweetest smile. “Did you sleep well?”“Barely.” I shrugged and chuckled. “But I probably still have jet lag,” I reasoned, which wasn’t the real case.“Have you had breakfast?” Thomas asked.“Um, no, not yet.”“The
LUKEIt was late when I returned home. I was exhausted, so I went straight to my bedroom and took a shower. I had set up a schedule at the ranch for a few rounds of horseback riding, but then I received a call from my lawyer that I needed to visit her office. I also returned to the hotel to pick up some legal files.After freshening up, I grabbed a can of beer from the fridge while holding a pile of folders I needed to work out with this evening. I then found Cely carrying a tray with empty plates and glasses from the bedroom floors. I’d known Cely almost my entire life. She had been my nanny, and the shades of her silver hair indicated that she had been with us forever.“Cely, are they home yet?” I was referring to Dad and Gene because they called me earlier, saying they went out together. They usually come back late when they have a date. I guessed they were just before.“Oh, good evening, but no, Luke. They’re not home yet,” the head housemaid answered.“Then whose plate is this?”