SCARLETTI brought the glass that Logan has just handed me to my lips and sparks flew around my brain from the very first sip.“Oh my goodness, Logan. Why is this so strong? Do I look like a raging alcoholic?” I gagged dramatically and pushed the glass back to him over the kitchen counter.He laughed, really laughed. The deep kind that came from the pits of one’s belly and caused their entire body to vibrate, then threw back that beautiful face of his while I admired the fact that he was all mine.When he finally snapped out of it, my mild irritation from the strong drink he’d given me had already been washed off by the glorious sound of his rich laughter.“You said on the drive back from work and I quote, ‘I’ve had such a long day, give me your strongest drink once we get home,” he made air quotes while smiling at his precise quoting of the request I’d made about ten minutes ago.I rolled my eyes at him, “When a lady says that to you, she usually means a cocktail and not some sour gi
SCARLETT“What do you think about this?” I swirled around in the yellow floral dress that I’d just thrown on in the dressing room. Logan’s pupils dilated in awe, just as they’d done when I’d shown him the last four dresses. It was almost like he’d seem flabbergasted by any outfit as long as I was the one wearing it, it was fucking cute. “This one shows of your ass in a way that gives me ideas I shouldn’t be welcoming in a damned clothing store,” he groaned, shifting in his seat like he was trying to hide the slightly visible bulge in his crotch. It was also pretty easy to get him going, seeing as I wasn’t showing off any skin asides my arms and neck in the dress I had on. Still, I wasn’t opposed to indulging in easing that bulge because the pleasure it promised was boundless. “The locker room is always an option,” I smiled, giving him a slower swirl to nudge him into agreement. He looked around before swallowing hard, “the walls are way too thin for the kind of noise we make, so a
LOGANSleep hadn’t come easily last night and my entire day has gone by like a blur. I was replaying the scene with Ashley from the mall, over and over in my head, trying to gauge if she was being sincere or leading us into some sick trap by pretending to be happy despite finding out how I’d gotten rid of her by wiping her memories. Part of my shock from yesterday was borne from the fact that no one’s memory had ever been reversed after I wiped it. But somehow, the one person who I never wanted to regain hers has found a way around it. It was as though the universe saw that I was slowly reaching the peak of happiness as my bond with Scarlett strengthened and it wanted to ruin everything for me. “God, Logan,” Scarlett snapped her fingers in front of me to draw me back to reality, groaning and rolling her eyes at me, “I know exactly what’s on your mind and like I’ve told you a hundred times, there’s nothing to be worried about.” I sighed deeply, watching her go into the bathroom an
SCARLETTAshley’s heartwarming apology made me believe in the redemption of humanity again, pleased to know that people could change and do so sincerely. There wasn’t a mean bone in her body from what I’d seen at dinner and Logan seemed to have finally gotten closure from her gratitude to him for letting her go. He couldn’t stop thanking the moon goddess for helping her find true love as we drove home and I was just as happy for her after what she went through to hold onto a man that wasn’t rightfully hers. “I think we need a drink to celebrate, on Ashley’s behalf of course,” Logan grinned as we drove into the gates of his house. “Using the poor lady as an excuse to drink?” I teased as he pulled the car to a stop. He laughed heartily, “I’m allowed to, I’ve had a heavy heart each time I thought of how life was treating her and now I finally know that she’s been dealt a much better hand. It’s worthy of a beautiful toast, don’t you think?” “Well, when you put it that way, there’s no
SCARLETTThe next moment, Alex got off the couch and crouched at my side, and greedily squeezed my boobs.Logan just watched with hesitation brimming in his eyes for a while, but when I was sick of it, I pushed him down on the couch and sat on him, bumping him hungrily as his brother fumbled my boobs. Excitement like I’d never felt in a long time burned through me without mercy as I submitted to their touch. The knowledge that I was about to go all the way with both Alex and Logan was so overwhelming that I thought I’d pass out. Simply making out had me wet as a never ending water fountain so I wondered how insanely thrown over the edge I’d be if they went the extra mile. Alex’s hands were impatiently tugging my shirt over my head and under the dim lighting I could see Logan pause kissing my thighs to take in the sight of my bare boobs as the spilled freely the moment my shirt was successfully out of the way. In sync, both men reached for a boob, just in different ways. While Alex
SCARLETT Blake hadn’t stopped blowing up my phone and it was driving me batshit crazy. Each time I complained about it to Alex or Logan they’d suggest that I block him, but something stubbornly wrong with me never allowed me go through with it whenever I tried to. I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t ready to completely shut him out. Something in me was eager to see how long it’d take before he’d give up on me and move on to the next conquest. Asides that, I was going on dates with Alex and Logan separately to bond with them better. Each date had me realizing that I was falling in love with both men but it equally had be mourning my lost love with Blake. However, I was still immensely grateful for how close we’d gotten and how far we’d come. We seemed to have less arguments and had learnt to hash out our disagreements with more level headed means than before and it made me think back to when I thought meeting the Vaughn men had plunged me into misery not knowing that they’d turn out t
SCARLETT Alex was such a sore loser, it pleased me to kick his ass and watch him whine. “You’re cheating, aren’t you?! You have one of those cheat cards that always guarantees you a win!” he accused me when I kicked yet another one of his chess pieces off the board. “It’s chess, you wacko. Why would I need cards to rig the game? Have you simply run out of sensible accusations?” I threw a popcorn at his head and he winced like it has hurt. So dramatic. “Harassing a player with food is foul play, that should cancel out your last five moves,” he stuck his tongue out like a child, one would think that he was the last of his siblings. “So you want to cancel out all my moves so you can be ahead of the game just because I hit you with a harmless piece of popcorn?” I asked, laughing at his silliness. “If you look really closely, you can see me bleeding,” he brought his head closer and I leaned forward just to humor him. “Show me where it hurts,” I rolled my eyes at him, waiting for the
BLAKE “A hundred roses, yes. Each of carrying one of the apology notes I sent over in the email, and I need them delivered before nightfall,” I rambled off instructions to a vendor I’d been speaking with all day instead of actually working in my office at the cafe. My foremost thought was finding a way to apologize to Scarlett and nothing else. I couldn’t function while trying to do anything but that. “Alright, sir. We’ll process your order and have it sent out as directed,” the florist said in a professional tone, “You’ll need to make your payment as soo—”My phone was suddenly slapped out of my hands and bag was dropped over my head, blinding me to my assailants as strong arms grabbed my legs and hands and lifted me off the floor and towards what seemed to be a car’s running engine. “What the hell is this bullshit!? Let me fucking go!” I fought my hardest to break free from their hold but it was gonna avail. Soon, I felt my back hit a hard metal floor which I assumed was the fl