Se connecterOne wrong text and her Christmas will be one she wouldn't forget in a hurry. Red is trying to rekindle things with her sweet ex, Darren but her cold, controlling boss, Alton Donovon, shows up at her apartment the night she mistakenly sexts him. She swore it was an accident, he doesn't believe her. Alton has been watching her for longer than she realized. He’s always been an asshole… until one slip pulls them into a spiral that forces him to confront the way he truly feels. And this Christmas, he plans to make her admit her feelings. Even if that entails following her all the way to Maysville, the little town she grew up in. And with Darren tagging along too, this Christmas is about to be one for the books.
Voir plusAlton's eyes narrowed on her almost in warning. Scarlet looked away. She was on a break, and she was doing absolutely nothing wrong. Darren reached for her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. “I'm very happy you agreed to meet.” Scarlet smiled, her finger lacing through his. “Me too.” Scarlet felt him before she truly saw him, the same way she always did now, like her body recognized his presence faster than her mind could process. Her fingers tightened around the ceramic cup in her hands as his shadow fell across the small table.“Red.”Her heart lurched.Darren stiffened across from her, confusion flickering across his face as he turned to look up at the man who had stopped beside their table without invitation. Alton stood there with his phone already tucked away, jacket still on. Scarlet looked up slowly.Alton’s eyes were on her, not Darren. They swept over her face, lingered for half a second too long on their laced fingers.“That's cute.” He muttered but she could hear
Scarlet lingered at the entrance of the Leverton longer than she ever had before.The revolving doors spun steadily in front of her but she remained just outside, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag as if the simple act of stepping forward required more courage than she possessed at the moment.Hell she could just call in sick or something! Scarlet shuts her eyes and whines, why does this keep happening to her?! First it was her risky picture and now Alton probably thinks she wants to kiss him! She wouldn't mind.. Scarlet shook her head, fuck no! After all the women he'd been with , that she knew off, she would be damned if she added herself to that collection! The scene replayed in her head with terrifying accuracy; The way his eyes had lingered. The warmth of his breath near her ear. The smirk that followed..Scarlet whines again, ignoring the curious glances being sent her way. “Why me?!” She groaned, almost close to tears. She had a job to get to, she was too mu
Scarlet should have known better than to argue with him. The only thing he knew how to do best was undermine her work like some maniac. He's so infuriating! Goodness, what she would give for the day to go by quickly! “I did exactly as you asked, Mr Alton.” She said, trying to stay calm. Alton leaned back in his chair, arms folded, eyes fixed on her with a look that made her skin prickle.“That’s not what I asked for,” he said calmly.Scarlet exhaled through her nose, keeping her voice even. “You asked for revised projections based on the investor’s feedback. That’s what this reflects.”He tilted his head slightly, gaze never leaving her face. “No. I asked for projections that anticipate objections. This does not.”“It does,” she countered, unable to stop herself. “If you look at page twelve, I accounted for the liquidity concern they raised and adjusted…”“I know what’s on page twelve,” Alton interrupted.Her jaw tightened.She stood across from his desk, tablet clutched in her han
Scarlet did not sleep.She lay on her couch long after Alton and Darren left, long after the building settled back into its usual nighttime groan. The silence felt heavier than noise ever had. Every creak of the pipes, every distant siren made her heart jolt, her mind replaying the image of him standing at her door, lifting her up to her dining table, his breath on her bare skin.Lock your door, Scarlet. Next time, I may not knock.His last message to her. She had done exactly that. Twice. The deadbolt clicked into place, then the chain, then the extra latch she rarely used. Still, she felt like that wasn't enough, he'd badge in if he wanted to. Hell, she'd open the door for him again. She sat upright on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, phone clutched tightly in her hand. Darren’s name sat unread in her notifications. She could not bring herself to open the message, not yet. The guilt sat thick in her chest, layered with fear and something else she refused to name. She did
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