SCARLETT“You have a lovely home, everything about it is soothing and exudes warmth,” I smiled wholesomely as my eyes toured Micheal’s dining space and kitchen.He was fully dressed in an apron and chef’s hat, beaming with pride at my compliment while chopping greens on a cutting board.“I, my Architect and interior decorator were inseparable during the entire process so I’d expect nothing less,” he looked away from the chopping board and admired his surroundings, “but thank you, I appreciate such a graceful compliment.”One thing I definitely admired about Micheal was his eye for detail, it was impeccable and worth emulating. Even now, as I watched him cook, I took note of how much detail he put into every single dish, and the longer I observed, the more I realized that mom had been right to push for a more private and intimate date where I could truly experience him in his element.When he’d offered to cook for me after I voiced mom’s suggestion, I thought it’d be a disaster and we’
LOGANTwo things kept me up at night these days.Scarlett’s unbending foolishness to completely cure me and the events that led up to discovering that she was the cure.Weirdly, the latter was on my mind much more than the former because it seemed like less and less like a coincidence each passing day. When I’d contacted the stage management team the morning after my near death experience, they’d confirmed that no UV lights had been installed for the gala and after sitting through a harrowing evening with the team members, I confirmed using my alpha intuition that I wasn't being lied to.After then, it seemed like I’d hit a dead end and returned to square one, but I couldn't let go of the restlessness itching at my insides each time I thought back to the event.Finally, I found one common denominator in each scenario where I’d been burnt by an artificially engineered UV light. And much to my annoyance, it was always Micheal. He was always conveniently at the center of it all.First, w
LOGANWith the life threatening speed I’d driven at, finding Micheal’s private address was a piece of cake.Once the guards at the entrance spotted me, they started scrambling around to secure the gates but I’d purposely driven an armored car for this exact reason. Despite their attempts to make the gates impenetrable, I aimed for it at full speed and drove right into it.As soon as the gate fell and I drove over or, multiple alarms were set off, blaring loudly and almost deafening me in the process. In response to the alarms, guards poured out of the house and charged towards my car.The armored vehicle was ruined after driving through the high and hefty gates of Micheal’s fortress so I had to pry the window open to squeeze myself out.Once I was face to face with about a dozen guards who were in attack form and ready to pounce, I reached for my gun. I could easily take them all in hand combat, one after the other or at once but I knew I’d be wasting precious time and endangering Sca
LOGANThe pain was growing worser by the second but I refused to let it overwhelm me.From experience, I knew that giving into the pain would only make Micheal’s sick intentions come to pass, so I fought it off as hard as I could. In no universe would such an asshat be the one who’s get to dishonorably kill me and rip me of my rightful title or the shot at a better life that I could get when Scarlett completely cured me.I thought of a romance brimming life with Ashley. A better one where we weren’t confined to nights alone and dark rooms in the day time.That was enough to give me a renewed sense of strength and hope. I channeled all of my energy at that point and started towards Micheal fearlessly.I could clearly see hesitation flash through his eyes when he realized that the UV lights couldn’t completely incapacitate me on the spot but hate blinded him into charging towards me anyways. He was at arms reach when I punched him in the face and he fell sigh a pained grunt.He bounced
SCARLETTMy eyes were heavier than a monster truck when I opened them, I had to squint and hold my temple gingerly to keep the headache I felt from splitting my brain into two halves.The second my eyes did a scan of the environment I was in, I realized that I has bigger problems than a splitting headache because I was in a strange room, laying on an unfamiliar bed. I sat up quickly, ready to sprint out of the room when the events of the previous night suddenly came flooding back.The intensity with which those memories slammed into me made me hold onto the bed I’d been waves to bolt from for dear life.Micheal’s betrayal stung like a swarm of bees had attacked me and gone right for my face.That cold and detached person that he’d become while I was fighting for my life was nothing like the man I’d known him to be for well over a month. I’d have never expected that a person so gentlemanly, kind and compassionate could turn out to be a raging psychopath.The longer I thought of it, the
SCARLETTFor the umpteenth time, my lack of self control had bitten me in the ass.Why did I always have to lose myself completely whenever a Vaughn brother laid a finger on me? What sort of insatiable and unreasonable hormones consumed me whole once they were near? Why did they have an effect on me that always ended up jeopardizing my life?It broke me beyond explanation that I couldn't find any reasonable answers to those questions, neither could I turn back time and completely avoid stepping foot into the forsaken Vaughn mansion.Those thoughts and a million more caused a growing hole in my heart all week since Logan has showed me that appalling tape of me whoring myself out to him in the most humiliating way.Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of calling his bluff and waiting to see if he’s truly expose me because I would absolutely crumble and never recover if my mother ever saw that video. I could imagine all the ways she’d slut shame and humiliate me for being desperate to
ALEXThe concept of moving on has never existed to me, it’s only been hearsay and never a thing I thought I’d experience.But over the past two weeks, I’ve been in literal hell trying to move on from Scarlett.I’ve been to all the strip clubs in the city just to give hooking up a shot, each night I’ve left with at least four willing she-wolves on my arm but the moment we get to my car, I start to feel a gnawing pain and irritation that makes me snap and send them away.Every damn night, I’ve left alone and returned home to a cold bed, wondering if my hormones were buried the same day Scarlett swore me off.When actively searching out women in clubs didn’t work, I resorted to opening a profile on tinder and bumble, however I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in anything other than a one night stand.Almost every minute, my phone was flooded with requests from countless women, but I never accepted any because they weren’t who I wanted. The one time I accept a request, it was becaus
ALEXAnyone who’s seen Logan treat Scarlett like she’s no better than gum on the sole of his shoes would know nothing good could come from them working together.And as I drove to work, I felt increasingly restless by the minute that she was at his mercy.When I couldn’t take it anymore, I parked my car and reached out to my head of IT to dig up any recent happening that connects Logan and Scarlett.Moments later, he sent me a footage of the private gala Logan hosted a few days ago and I immediately figured out what struck his interest in Scarlett after watching the scene where he was in visible pain at the podium and mysteriously got relieved when she came into view.Scarlett was the cure to his curse and he was selfishly ruining her life to secure his.I didn’t even think before turning my keys in the ignition and changing my course for his company. God knows I’d fight him to the death rather than watch him rubbish her life, especially through manipulative coercion.In a matter of m