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TREVOR “I don’t owe you shit anymore Chloe, get the fuck out my face,” I say to Chloe, my eyes fixed on the horse that I’ve just placed a ten thousand dollar bet on, sitting at the horse racing track. “I’m not saying you owe me anything and I’m not going to try to blackmail you either. I just want you to hear me out.” I scoff. “You can fucking try that and see what becomes of you.” “Stop it Trevor! Just fucking listen to me,” she yells in frustration but I really do not have time to deal with her. The adrenal rush I get from watching these horses gallop past each other knowing I’m either going to make or lose money has sort of become my new addiction, a suitable distraction that I need to get my mind off Scarlett. I’m slowly beginning to accept that I’m never going to be a part of her life again. Anytime I try to make things okay, she overreacts, things blow out of proportion and I’m always left there standing like the guy who’s to blame for everything. Fuck her. She doesn’t con
SCARLETT I thought I would be on my way to Ariclear this Monday morning with the data for the ingredients but I guess not. I left professor August a text and two emails that day but there was no reply. He missed his class on Friday last week and his assistant said he wasn’t on seat when I went to check in his office but I left a message with her. I can’t believe he just went AWOL at such a critical time. I did get back to Ariclear about the delay and they were cool with it, as long as I got it to them within the week. After my macroeconomics class, I’m expecting professor August to show up for Corporate Finance but he doesn’t come. Rather it’s his assistant who comes and gives us an assignment, courtesy of the professor. Frustrated, I run up to her as she’s about to leave the classroom. “Good morning miss,” I greet with a cheerful smile. “Morning,” she replies in a clipped tone. Her facial expression is nonchalant and disinterested. “Did you deliver my message to the prof?” “
SCARLETT “Look at my face, see what you’ve done to my face,” mom says for the hundredth time since I got home. I don’t understand what went wrong. Just yesterday, her face was perfectly okay and right now, looking at it, it is quite horrible. The entire length and breadth of her face is covered with a reddish brown rash and she thinks SkinAlive is responsible for it. I don’t know what to believe, I’ve never interacted with anyone else who has used the product, only mom, but that doesn’t mean the product is bad, people have been known to have allergic reactions to skin care products while there is nothing particularly wrong with the product. This is so messed up. “That’s enough Dahlia, you’re only going to make the poor child feel more horrible than she already does,” Lexi says, glancing between mom and I with a sullen look in her eyes. Mom scowls at her. “Really? How do you think I feel having my face like this? I never should have listened to the both of you….” Mom bursts out in
SCARLETT “If I do this, you promise to give me the internship?” Chloe asks in a coquettish tone and my stomach sinks, realising what she is talking about. “If you do your part, I’ll do mine,” Professor August replies and I hear the sound of lips smacking against each other. Chloe moans and he groans. “Your lips taste divine….I want them around my cock.” A sickening feeling washes over me. I am really going to witness them having sex with me right under the table? “What about Scarlett?” I hear Chloe ask as professor August leans against the table. Through the small opening underneath, I can see his trouser at his feet with his legs spread apart. “What about her?” “What if she also gets an investor or gives herself to you, what will you do then?” She must be sick to think I’ll put myself down the way she has, all because of a stupid internship. Professor August chuckles softly. “Even if she lets me fuck all the holes in her body and brings the most lucrative deal to my table, I
SCARLETT “How’s your mother gum gum? She hasn’t come to see me in a while,” Dad says in a sad tone. I know how much he loves her and how unfair her treatment of him is but even if you state the obvious, he would still rationalise and come up with an excuse for her. That’s how much he loves her. “Mom’s fine, she’s just been very busy lately. I’m sure she’ll come as soon as her schedule frees up,” My heart clenches as I lie to him. I still asked her to join me before I left the house. Her response was: “It’s not me your father needs, it’s his freedom. When he gets out, I’ll still be here…hopefully.” Dad smiles wryly at me. “And Lexi, we only talk when I call the house, it would actually be nice if the three of you can come together someday. It gets lonely without my family sometimes.” My heart breaks at the pain in his voice. Ever since mom and Lexi had that fight about him, Lexi stopped visiting too. I take a minute to look at my father and I blink back the tears that pool in my
SCARLETT “Good afternoon Sir,” the receptionist greets him, bowing slightly. Trevor gives her a curt nod, his eyes over me. He's wearing a sharp blue three piece suit which is really rare for him. Perhaps he has some business at the company today. “Is there a problem?” Trevor asks the receptionist. “Not at all sir, it’s just that the CEO’s mistress wants to see him urgently and I’m trying to explain how things work to her,” the receptionist replies and I glare at her. Did she have to say that? Trevor’s eyes immediately grow a shade darker. He grabs my arm and pulls me to face him, looking me squarely in the eyes. “You’re his mistress?” His voice is cold, yet full of pain. The thought of amplifying that pain by agreeing comes to mind but that is not why I am here. “No,” I reply, yanking my hand from his grip. “Your uncle’s about to make a big mistake that may cost your company, that’s why I’m here.” “So why did she call you his mistress?” Trevor replies coldly, raising his voi
SCARLETT Damian’s Kitten, he knows Damian calls me kitten? “You know Damian?” “What if I do?” He says, looking at me calculatingly as he blocks my path. Both his exposed arms from the T-shirt he's wearing are covered with sleeve tattoos that disappear up his biceps. He’s not as muscular as Damian but he’s definitely fit, having more of an athletic build. He has dark sunglasses over his eyes and tiny short dreads on his head, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. “If you know Damian, you must take me to him,” I reply, dusting myself and smoothing out my skirt. He gives me a weird look. “I must take you to him? Sounds pretty urgent. Tell me,” he walks closer to me, closing the gap between us. “What is so important that it can’t wait.” “It’s personal,” I reply, taking two steps back. For all I know Trevor probably sent him to keep an eye on me but if that was the case, would he let me out? But still I don’t trust him and I can’t tell him why I’m really here. “Then you’ll have t
DAMIAN “Lay a finger on her and lose your job.” If this stupid nephew of mine thinks he still gets to treat her as he pleases, let me educate him. “What is this Ethan?” I ask, locking eyes with the little kitten. Her gorgeous blue eyes look deep into my black ones before her gaze dips to my lips and I resist the urge to smirk at her. Her black leather skirt grips her lower body, showing off her seductive curves, her white crop top bulging at the chest from her soft mounds covered by a white blazer. “You have to hear this,” Ethan says, pulling back a seat for Scarlett who sits gracefully. I normally would let my team handle pitches that were not from major brands or big companies but since it involves my brother, I decided to hear the pitch myself. I know how hard he’s trying to get some momentum on his side, all of his secret meetings with the board members to oust me the first chance they get but I’ll always be one step ahead of him. It doesn’t mean I’ll sabotage this opport