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TREVORAshley looks between me and Chloe as she leaves my condo, her eyes asking the questions her lips wouldn’t dare utter. I shut the door behind her, sinking into the couch and letting out a deep sigh when Chloe picks up the bottle from the floor and sets it on the table before she picks up the remote control and turns the TV on.“Trouble in paradise?” She asks, lighting the blunt and taking a long drag before she passes it to me.Chloe and I have been friends since we were toddlers, we messed around as teenagers and gave each other our firsts but we quickly realised it was only a fleeting thing and decided to remain as friends and that’s how it’s been since then.“More like trouble in hell…that girl is the fucking devil,” I reply, puffing the joint.Chloe snickers. “You really know how to pick your bitches.”I frown at that, knowing exactly what she means, she’s never hidden her dislike for Scarlett. They’re always at loggerheads and shit. Scarlett really doesn’t mind her, she’s n
SCARLETT Sometimes I don’t get sports, just a bunch of people running around, putting themselves through rigorous physical exercise, always trying to get a ball to do something, whether it’s going past a goalkeeper, going over a line or into a basket. I’m watching Delia and her teammates’ soccer practice with a little more enthusiasm than normal because I’m finally getting a little understanding of the game, since Delia has explained it like a dozen times. Just like music helps me sometimes escape the world, that is what soccer does for Delia. She said it’s the only thing that makes her feel seen, where her being a shy girl who rarely talks to anyone doesn’t matter. When the ball is at her feet, she feels like she is truly free to express herself and her feet does all the talking her mouth never could. Delia passes the ball to a teammate and then runs ahead and her teammate plays it in between the legs of the opponent, giving the ball back to Delia, who dribbles past two defender
SCARLETT One of the advantages of having mom around is that we are the same size and as much as we do not see eye to eye, she has boxes full of new clothes that I may or may not have borrowed for the party. The card didn’t carry a dress code but it carried a colour theme, white. I’m wearing a two piece corset top and pants, a pair of white heels on my feet, tiny silver hoop earrings on my ear and a tiny silver necklace sits on my neck, with heavy white bangles on my wrist. My makeup is pretty light, faint smoky shade around my eyes and some glitter and just gloss on my lips, my golden brown hair wrapped into a single bun. Delia on the other hand is wearing a white off shoulder modal gown that stops a few inches shy from her knees, with a thigh slit that runs a few inches high, accentuating her long, sexy and athletic legs. She lets her short sandy blonde hair down, barely grazing her shoulders and her face was beat to perfection by Lexi, the beautiful blend of contour and subtle
SCARLETT Trevor snaps his fingers and flicks it towards the security guards standing by the main entrance and two of them run to him. My chest rises and falls slowly, every breath slow and steady, ready to unleash my anger on him. I’ll never be a little wimp for his sake again. That’s what Damian called me right? A little wimp, well, never again. “Sir,” Both men say simultaneously, bowing slightly. “Take that woman and throw her out of this place, I don’t even want the smell of her here, you understand?” Trevor says and I’m about to fire back when I notice he’s pointing at Ashley and not me. Wait, what? He’s taking my side? He’s having her thrown out for me? As much as I want to deny it, there’s something that feels good, so good about what is happening but it doesn’t change anything. “Trevor! Trev- Get your filthy hands off me,” Ashley cries as the security guards grab her and start dragging her off. A couple of people had their cameras and that was going to be trending all over
DAMIAN The little kitten will be the bane of my existence. I know I overreacted that day. I never should have called her a fucking slut, I don’t remotely think she is one. I mean I know I popped her cherry that night, if the blood stain on the sheets when I woke up to her gone the next morning wasn’t proof enough, the way she begged me to take it and take her the night before definitely is. Trevor may be an asshole like his excuse of a father but he’s still my fucking nephew and I just happened to have slept with his ex, it made me feel some type of way but when I saw the way he treated her at the masion the other day, that feeling fucking dissipated. I kind of want to gloat about it and break his little fucking heart. The worst part is I still remember every damn thing that happened that night between me and her. How fucking delicious she tasted, the way her eyes roll into the back of her head when she’s about to nut, her soft and succulent thighs, her ass was so fucking soft, I
DAMIAN I dive straight into work when I get back to the office from the restaurant, immersing myself completely in it for hours, trying to distract myself but the unease refused to leave my chest and Scarlett refused to let my mind be. I had just wrapped up my last meeting of the day when I got a call from Gerard, a reminder that my old man wanted me to join him for dinner. I swear if he mentions getting married and settling down one more time to me at this dinner, I am going to flip. Apparently our blockhead shareholders think that as the CEO of a multibillion dollar conglomerate, I should be married with a wife and kids to give the public the perception that I am responsible. They didn’t think so when my elder brother mismanaged the company’s funds and almost dragged them into debt but for my timely intervention. They were literally begging me to come and handle things and now, after my team and I have set everything on a positive trajectory, they suddenly remember that I’m not m
SCARLETT The D-day is finally here and I cannot be more nervous. I can say my degree more or less depends on Uncle Frazier showing up today. Although he promised, he hasn’t been taking my calls since yesterday and he won’t reply to my texts either. I just want to think he’s too busy to reply or call back but will definitely show up. The program started over an hour ago and everyone has already submitted the names of their invited guests, including me. The Dean just announced that even though all the invited guests will be acknowledged, only six of them will be keynote speakers, six that they will select themselves. I just hope that having one of the biggest law firms in the city can get Uncle Fraizer in. “Any luck?” Delia steps up beside me and asks. I shake my head, sinking into the chair beside me, outside the hall, when my phone beeps and the message from Uncle Frazier makes my heart sink in despair. [ Something came up last minute, can’t make it.] I stare blankly at the tex
SCARLETT Damian frowns at me, dipping his hands into his pocket which only makes his arm muscle stretch, leaving me wondering how it would feel to be in those strong arms again, how much his soft plump lips left hickeys on me the next morning, how he- “Do you have something to say?” Damian says in a stoic tone but he has that arrogant smirk on his face. “Maybe,” I reply, rolling my eyes at him. He scoffs and makes a face. “What do you want? I was perfectly okay with pretending we’re strangers.” “Let’s start with an apology, we can move on from there,” I reply, keeping my face passive. He scoffs before his expression turns serious. “You are a lot of things but a slut is not one of them,” he replies, curling his hands around my waist which only makes my heart pound ten times faster as he walks us to a seat in the middle aisle. “That’s not a proper apology,” I say, scowling at him when we sit down. “Don’t push it,” he says, switching to his cold tone. Jerk. He’s lucky I have to