SCARLETT11:34am, shit.I was supposed to meet up with Ashley for the spa girls date by 11 but I overslept because I and Blake spent the entire night by the pool watching old 2000 rom-coms and stargazing. I didn’t regret it but I hated being tardy to appointments of any kind so I threw on the first dress I saw when I came out of the shower and hurried downstairs.I ordered an Uber before I got into the shower and he was three minutes away so I stood outside the house waiting.“You look good in white,” a familiar voice from behind startled me and I prayed to the gods that it wasn’t who I suspected.His scent confirmed that my prayers were useless even before he came into view. I frowned instead of responding to his compliment which was obviously just a conversation starter.“If you won’t accept the compliment at least accept my help,” Alex blocked my view of the gate completely, pissing me off.“For the millionth time—not that you take me seriously—leave me the fuck alone,” I warned ha
LOGANMy antsy fiancée scooted closer to me until our thighs were pressed against each other’s, then she looked around the room cautiously, rubbing her hands together like a brainstorming villain.“We should leave now, before she says our star signs aren’t compatible and we’ll face eternal doom if you get married to me instead of your mate,” Ashley whispered doubtfully, she’d been doing so for the past ten minutes.We were seated on a straw mat, but that was the only thing that seemed ancient about the living room we were in. The rest of it was furnished with high quality modern furniture and ornaments, so it didn’t look like the home of a sorcerer.“I drove seven hours to get here because the jet makes you nauseous on your period, if you’re not going to go through with this for yourself, do it for me and my aching arms that drove all evening,” I tried to reason with her.“I’ll massage them in the hotel roo—”“Ashley, this sorcerer came highly recommended by Alphas in high places that
SCARLETT“I get it, I fucked up, but I corrected it hours ago so why’re you still on my case?!” I clutched the laptop at my desk like it would keep the murderous rage in me from lashing out at Logan.“Because the next time you forward confidential information like that, it might be to a competitor, not the entire security team that’s bound from sharing that because of NDAs!” he yelled back, his suit tightening around his biceps as he folded his arms.“Well, I’m a makeup artist and not a fucking trained secretary so it’s your fault I’m incompetent in this position since you forced it on me!” I slammed the laptop shut, my last nerve faltering.“This shit is common sense, Scarlett and that’s a petty excuse for someone who attended college,” he hissed, “except you were too busy spreading your legs to learn a single thing.”I growled under my breath and got to my feet, banging my fists on the table since I couldn’t use them to punch a hole through his head for blatantly insulting me.“Get
SCARLETTAshley could run for President and I’d be her campaign manager, that’s how proud I was of how quickly she handled Stephanie’s abuse case.Within twenty four hours she’d terminated the manager’s contract, ordered the legal team to sue him for workplace assault, and granted Stephanie a paid leave where she would have bi-weekly appointments with a therapist the company paid for.She was the woman of the hour.After how she handled things, I was sincerely considering making intentional efforts to be friends with her, especially since I knew that the people she called ‘friends’ were just a jealous bunch.Even now, as we walked towards the board room for a briefing concerning a new partnership, I couldn’t stop singing her praises.“Stephanie’s mom keeps begging for your mailbox address, she wants to send you a handmade knitted sweater to show her appreciation and frankly I think you deserve a truckload of knitted sweaters,” I whispered as we neared the boardroom.“You’re adorable,
SCARLETTIf Blake’s face was the last thing I saw before I dropped dead, it’d be more fulfilling than eternal peace.He was unbelievably beautiful, crafted from something ethereal and rare.“Are you going to keep staring at me subtly through that mirror or do I get your stamp of approval on these shades?” Blake asks, breaking into a smile that steals the air right out of my lungs.I stutter at first when I try to speak, then I take a deep breath to gather myself.“There’s absolutely nothing you don’t look great in and that’s unfair,” I whine instead of simply telling him those shades make him look like a vogue model, he doesn’t get a compliment after making me lose my ability to breathe.He laughed, heartily before taking my hand and pulling me out of the store, making my skin tingle until we walked into a clothing store that was littered with designer dresses and shoes alike. The price tags on them made me think my brain was jumbling up the numbers.Attendants lined up and chorused t
SCARLETTThe initial shock that I felt when his lips claimed mine faded and a desire that seemed capable of swallowing me whole took its place.My fingers found their way into his wet hair, pulling on it as I pushed my tongue into his mouth desperately. He let out an appreciative moan and intertwined his tongue with mine, taking the lead as he lifted me off the floor and threw my legs around his waist.He seemed to have a thing for carrying me while he kissed me, and I fucking loved it, especially because it eliminated every iota of space between us and allowed us to be pressed against each other.Hard chest against pillowy boobs, the perfect setup.“Fuck, you feel so good,” he pulled my bottom lip with his teeth, causing a whimper to leave my lips, “all of you.”That was followed by his hands cupping my ass and an expressive moan from him that signaled utmost satisfaction. Next thing I knew, he was carrying me up the stairs, but we didn’t break away from the kiss for even a second.W
LOGANThe dreadful shadows under my eyes were proof of last night’s struggle.I hissed in pain as I turned away from the mirror, a wicked ache slicing through my guts as my toothbrush slipped from my fingers. I gripped the wash basin and cussed in a string of the little Italian I’d picked up from Ashley because English wouldn’t suffice at the moment.When the pain didn’t subside, I had to wrap a hand firmly around my lower abdomen and place a hand on the wall to support myself as I practically stumbled back into my bedroom. I didn’t even get to my bed before I slumped on the carpet.The pain I felt was far too intense to stomach, and it’d kept me awake all damned night.As I remained curled up on the floor, groaning weakly as the pain grew, I wondered what could possibly be the cause. I hadn’t felt anything like it before, so the only thing I could attribute it to was that the curse was punishing me for using Scarlett’s ability to control it as a loophole.It made sense because she wa
SCARLETTI wanted to go home so bad, ugh. Home in this sense being Blake’s arms.I was counting the minutes until I was free to leave the hell hole I called a work place, watching the minute hand of the wall clock move sluggishly when my phone lit up with a notification.When I saw that it was from Blake, a huge smile graced my face. But the moment I saw the content of the message, my smile morphed into a gasp that sent heat right to my core. Blake had sent me a picture, and not just any kind, the type I could touch myself to and end up with a knee buckling orgasm.Staring back at me was a mirror picture of Blake, bare chested and holding his hardened length like he’d just been pumping it, and a seductive smile was playing on his full lips to top it all. The wet hair sticking to his forehead made him even more sumptuous.I’d never been as eager to devour anyone as I was to devour him at the moment.I had to cross my legs and press my thighs tightly together to stop the throbbing that