"Miss Greyson?" A soft voice asked. It belonged to a female, yet Scarlett didn't want to open her eyes. "Miss Greyson? Are you finally waking up, dear? Can you hear me?" Scarlett groaned when something touched her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, yet she slightly her eyes. But she shut them once the blinds let the dazzling sun through the cracks. It added to her migraine. "Miss Greyson? Do you know where you are?" Scarlett didn't reply. Her tongue felt too swollen to speak, and her head felt overtaken by dust and clouds. Loud voices gathered around her, but Scarlett couldn't see who was talking. So she silently listened. "Dear Lord, she is in bad shape." "What did you expect? She was most likely assaulted on the street and left to die. Luckily, she was brought into the hospital in time." "Could someone get me a fresh IV?" "Oh, and please leave the monitor alone." "Did she have a cell phone when she was brought in?" "No, but her husband is sitting in the lobby." S
A few days later...Scarlett sat in a wheelchair. She was a bundle of nerves while Griffin pushed her forward. He had checked on her at the hospital for the last few days and showered her with gifts. There was a teddy bear in her arms that she wouldn't let off, no matter how silly."Sir, should I help Miss Greyson into the car?" A bodyguard asked Griffin once they were outside next to his black SUV."No, I got this," Griffin effortlessly picked up Scarlett and placed her in the front seat along with her crutches. She shyly met his eyes once she sat comfortably. "Thank you again for doing this. I will forever be in your debt."Griffin simply smiled, and then he closed the door. He spoke to Giovanni outside, the personal bodyguard hired to watch after Scarlett. His sole mission was to make sure Jake didn't get close to her. It made Scarlett relax. She had nightmares about Jake and honestly felt scared of men since the attack. Doctor Ayad prescribed her medicine for PTSD, but Scarlett
Griffin was still exhausted the day after landing in Spain. Scarlett was seeing a therapist, and he was visiting the iSky office in this country in the hope of inspiring the workers. "And this is the cafeteria—" He tuned out from the guiding tour he was being given by Felicia. But since he didn't want to appear unfriendly, he kept a well-practiced smile glued to his lips. Felicia seemed pleased by it, and they continued their tour until, eventually, it was over. Griffin was then led to the office of one of the executive directors, Mrs. Bennett. Apparently, she wished to speak to him. He entered her office, tossing his jacket over a chair before laying down on the couch. Mrs. Bennett wasn't here, and Griffin was tired enough to nap until she arrived. But suddenly, a door opened behind the desk, and Mrs. Bennett walked into the office—clad in only her underwear. Her brown hair was wet from the shower, collected on the right side of her shoulder. Those red-smeared lips of hers fo
When Griffin entered his new traditional Spanish mansion, he immediately knew something was wrong. He could feel it. Call it a spider-sense, but he walked toward the kitchen and sighed when he found the problem: the trouble-maker wasn't resting like Doctor Ayad had ordered her to. Scarlett pressed her teeth down into her lip not to cry while she moved around the kitchen with her crutches. "Scarlett?" Griffin leaned against the doorframe, eyeing how her tights hugged her luscious curves and hips. Her blouse exposed just the right amount of her cleavage. It was perfection. Scarlett looked at him and sighed. "No, I know what you're going to say, but don't say it." That sentence made Griffin breathe a laugh. He placed one leg over the other, holding back a smile. "What are you talking about? I wasn't going to say anything..." "Don't bullshit me!" Scarlett narrowed her eyes while using the kitchen counter to keep herself standing. "You were about to give me one of your lectures agai
Scarlett couldn't keep staring at Griffin from her sunbed. He washed his new bike with a hose while only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. They sat snuggly around his tight ass, showing off that juicy roundness. Damn. The man had a bigger butt than some women, including herself. And while Scarlett was more for abs and biceps, there wasn't any lack in those departments either—Griffin was blown huge everywhere. Heat shoot between her legs. It made Scarlett squirm on the mattress, and she fanned herself with the pocketbook she was supposed to be reading. It was a romantic billionaire novel, but somehow the man in front of her was more interesting than the fictional boyfriends she liked to read about. Scarlett sighed. Too bad Griffin was forbidden fruit. "Is the book good?" "Uhh..." Scarlett blushed. "Very." "Is that why you're fanning yourself with it?" Oh, the man was laughing at her. The sound wasn't there, but that damn smile was unmistakable. Griffin, beyond amused, was turne
Her legs felt numb. Scarlett was sure she had fucked Griffin against every surface of the house. It had entirely unwinded her, yet her heart beat ten times faster when griffin ran his fingers through her hair. It was wet from her shower, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. Every part of her fluttered when she felt Griffin's pillowy lips against her wet skin. She wanted more of him, but he suddenly leaned back. "I'm going to shower." Scarlett apprehensively smiled up at him. "Oh, okay?" Griffin smiled back and trotted away from the kitchen table. Hot guy swagger and his confidence made him a hundred times more gorgeous. "You have a good night, Scarlett." Ah, so he was leaving her. "Uh... You too!" Griffin chuckled and disappeared. It gave Scarlett time to fish up her phone and look at her messenger. She had about a hundred unread messages from Lucy and Charlotte. But since she considered Lucy to be her closest friend, she decided to call the gothic girl first. Lucy picked
Being in Spain with Griffin had been heaven, but eventually, everything good must end.Scarlett was back home and about to celebrate her nineteenth birthday with her friends at the Euphoria club. She tugged at the black dress Griffin had bought her, trying to cover more of her legs. It pushed up her breasts, but since Griffin wasn't here, there was no point—she didn't want another man's attention."Perhaps I should have picked another dress..." Scarlett muttered in front of the mirror inside the bathroom.Lucy flushed the toilet and came out to wash her hands. She met Scarlett's eyes in the mirror. "Nonsense! You look gorgeous, and who knows? Maybe your billionaire landlord decides to show up tonight, and you want to look good in front of him, yeah?""Not so loud!" Scarlett hissed.Lucy grimaced. "Sorry... I forgot.""It's no problem. I'm just..." Scarlett sighed. "I had wanted to spend tonight with Griffin. But you're right, he is my landlord. What happened in Spain stays there, and
Griffin ignored her question and took her hand. He pulled her away from the bar and placed a hand behind her back. It was an invitation for her to dance to a familiar song. "Let's have some fun," Griffin said. "I like this song." Scarlett didn't object. Her heart was thumping, and she was so close to Griffin that she could breathe in his scent—a fresh smell of lemons with a hint of expensive cigars that made her never want to let go. Her heart was beating for this man; it had done that ever since their late nights in Spain. Griffin was so beautiful inside and out. Scarlett was falling, falling, and falling so deeply in love with him. He was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Of this, she was sure. Yet she couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. Griffin kept her eyes on hers and spoke in his deep voice. "Are you enjoying your birthday night, Scarlett?" "It became better when you arrived." Griffin smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good