SCARLETTI was waiting for shit to hit the fan, bracing myself for the disgrace, hanging by a thread as I imagined the hell my mother would unleash….But it didn’t happen, none of it.I’d imagined the disappointment and disgust on Blake’s face when he learnt that he’d been fighting off his feelings for me while I’d been fucking his brother day and night for weeks, and somehow, that was the one reaction I dread the most.However, that didn’t happen either. And no matter how much I’d prepared myself for the drama that would unfold once my secret was out, I felt inadequately prepared and like I’d be far more crushed and heartbroken than I was at work if they ever found out.When days passed and everyone kept treating me like a fragile egg because I was hiding away in my room, I realized that they didn’t know anything was amiss.Also, when I finally found the courage to turn on my phone again, the first thing I checked was the company staff’s telegram group chat. I immediately noticed tha
SCARLETTLife has been so good lately, absolutely amazing.It’s particularly exhilarating because I’d convinced myself that I was doomed and things would only go downhill after the sex tape aired, but instead, my life turned around in a way it never had before.I’d resumed my new job and everyone was amazing, the work environment was refreshing and there were no hostile models that threw tantrums like Maeve because such attitude would result in a terminated contract.Each day, I came back home feeling replenished instead of having my moral depleted and I even spent lunches with Emma because she worked nearby. Everything was beyond perfect and I’d even mapped out a way to pay off my loan in months instead of years.Also, I was sticking to my decision to stay away from Alex by all means and that had been working great for me since he wasn’t on my case like before. And even though I didn’t need to, I kept working at Blake’s cafe because I enjoyed his company and our car rides filled with
LOGANI’d been staring at the all access invite to the private gala that Micheal had mailed me for a while now, and something in my guts made it seem like a bad idea to attend. I wasn’t sure why, but I attributed it to the fact that I hated these sort of gatherings that were filled with snobby rich people kissing each other’s asses to secure favors. I usually felt less reluctant about attending them when Ashley was with me, but an Arabian Prince had just shown interest in investing in our company so she had to travel to seal the deal. Right now, I was contemplating drafting an email to Micheal that I’d send a representative in my stead but I thought against it when I remembered the promise I made to Ashley after she reprimanded me last night over the phone. She’d insisted that it was a celebration of a partnership she worked her ass off for so it wouldn’t be fair to either parties involved in the rigorous process if I couldn’t acknowledge the beginning of the partnership by attendin
MICHEALVictory. I could taste it, like finely aged wine at the tip of my tongue.The downfall of the Vaughn brothers was finally upon me, and I’d set up the grand stage for the first humiliating death.That of the pompous bastard of the bunch. Logan’s.It was all happening, right before me, and I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I had to hide my smile behind my wine glass while the UV light worked its magic on his pathetic self. From the second he mounted the stage, I could tell that he was in pain.His attempt at saving face by manipulating the microphone was desperate and foolish, but I knew that everyone would soon know the real reason why his sentence was cut off. By the time his skin started go ablaze and burn to ashes, they’d see him as the undeserving asshole he was, the cursed weakling he truly was.The more I watched him, the more my anticipation for his horrid increased.My eyes weren’t doing enough justice as regards seeing the true extent of his pain, so I switched
LOGANRight after my speech, I knew I had to leave the event. I exchanged pleasantries with a few investors and then shot a text to my driver to pull up at the entrance because we’d be leaving immediately. On the way home, I still couldn’t believe what had just happened.My phone was ringing but I couldn’t bring myself to pick the call because my entire body had gone numb with shock. I almost died. And in the worst possible way. With a blood audience watching. Goosebumps crawled wickedly up my neck and arms as I remembered the unbelievable pain I was in. Even the sun had never burnt me that immensely, and I genuinely thought that would be the end of me. I wanted to convince myself that it was just a coincidence and someone had turned on the wrong lights and the worst possible time, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t through. The pain I felt? It was intentional, crafted to the bone. But somehow, I didn’t want to dwell on that. My greatest shock of the night was that Scarlett, the pe
The guts on that mannerless bastard? Unbelievable.It was maddening that someone with such an infuriating and irritating personality existed. How could a man be so conceited? Was he truly convinced that he was the center of the universe? How small minded!He’s so rude and obnoxious that his handsome features held no weight, none at all.Since the day I found out how sweet and thoughtful Ashley truly was, I’ve wondered why she punished herself by being shackled to a straight up self centered asshole. Even the life long history they had wasn't enough reason to tolerate such a raging fool.I mean, how could he always think that I was the root of his problems? And for what? A grudge that he kept imagining I would bother myself to keep for all of eternity? He was so dumb, I didn't believe he was able to keep his line of multi-billion dollar companies with such a shallow mentality.The next time he laid a finger on me, all hell would break loose and that was a promise. I was sick and tired
SCARLETTMy fingers were tingling like an electric current was strumming through them as my hand remained pressed against his chest.His heartbeats weren't getting any slower, if anything, they were picking up by the second and it was starting to scare me on his behalf. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had to fight this off every single time we were together, and since that happened a lot, I was floored that he’d rather go through that instead of putting some distance between us.Is that how much he valued our friendship? Far more than his sanity? I wasn't sure whether to be touched or worried, so I settled on equal halves of both.“Blake,” I called his name breathlessly, to make up for my lack of words.As though I’d conveyed much more through that single utterance, he nodded his head in understanding and smiled weakly before moving my hand off his chest. However, that didn't rid me of the heat on my palms or my heart rate that now seemed to be in competition with his.
SCARLETTBlake’s confession was on replay in my head for what felt like forever, and I sincerely hoped that we could belong to each other in the next life, wholly and with our breaking any moral codes.Since that was impossible in this life, I settled for an afternoon by the pool to drown my worries or avoid them for as long as possible. In the past hour, that had been going splendidly well, I was blasting Olivia Rodrigo to double up on feminine rage and wearing sun shades while I basked in the sunlight.My eyes were shut, I was sipping a cold freshly pressed orange juice, and I was a little sleepy. So far, it was an afternoon that’d go down in history as one of my most relaxed and peacef—I doubled back on that thought when it felt like a dark cloud was suddenly obstructing my precious bathe in the sunlight. Slightly ticked off, I opened my eyes, only for my irritation to triple when I realized that it wasn't a dark cloud but a hateful asshole that was blocking my precious view.Loga