~~Scarlette~~"Kai? Sorry—who're you?" he asked, raising a brow, casually tossing a white towel over his shoulder.I froze.Did I just hear that right?Sorry—who?My lips parted in disbelief. “You’re joking.”He tilted his head, eyes scanning me like I was just some random chick off the street. “Don’t think we’ve met. You sure you’re in the right room?”The nerve.I took a step in, heart pounding. “You really going to stand there half-naked and pretend like we didn’t sit across from each other some nights ago at a bar? Or maybe you’ve kissed so many women, my face just slipped through the cracks?”He shrugged with maddening calm. “You’re clearly not over whatever moment you imagined. I kiss a lot of women, sweetheart. Can’t possibly remember them all.”My jaw tightened. Sweetheart?God, if I had a drink, it’d already be in his face.“Cute,” I spat. “Liam must be rubbing off on you. Same brand of cocky, different packaging.”That got something—just the slightest twitch in his jaw.I fo
~~Scarlette~~The heavy sigh Emelia gave was too strong. Like something deep inside her still hadn't been set free.But what was she even thinking? Since when did she know Liam enough to believe he’d fall for her silly talks? She had to be stupid if she thought Liam was the same leftover husband I dumped. Dumb child.I picked up the breakfast tray and walked into the dining room.“Hey Liam… here’s your breakfast. And probably the last time I act like a wifey to any man,” I said.He turned to look at me, already dressed. Jeans hugged his waist, and a light blue short-sleeved shirt clung to his body, intentionally unbuttoned at the top, exposing part of his chest. He sat calmly, as if he hadn’t just stolen sleep from my eyes last night.“So… who are you going out to meet?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though something cracked in my tone—jealousy, maybe.He slowly dragged the tray toward himself, smirking a little. He took a bite of the scrambled eggs and sautéed vegetables, then sip
~~Scarlette~~The morning sunlight slipped through the window, hitting my face. I must’ve forgotten to pull the curtains last night. Or maybe not. Maybe it was intentional. After all… me and Liam? What happened wasn’t just sex. It was chaos. A psychological meltdown disguised as pleasure.I let myself drift last night. I let him have all of me. Mind. Body. And right now, my head’s a mess—but the scary part? It feels good.I slowly sat up, my palm pressed lightly against Liam’s chest, hoping not to wake him as I slipped off the bed. Maybe I could sneak into the bathroom, fix myself, then make breakfast—anything to avoid that poison Emelia served me yesterday.But before I could fully move, I felt his hand slide lazily across my back, pulling me back into him.“Morning, Brownie…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You trying to crawl away like we had some cheap one-night stand?” He chuckled with that smugness I hated—and secretly liked.“You only get to touch me when I allow it,” I mutt
~~Scarlette~~I couldn’t say a word. I mean, what could I have said?My hands roamed his face, rubbing over his jaw, his cheeks. That was my answer. Liam’s eyes darkened.And he understood it. He was still holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, my back pressed against the bathroom door.He fumbled with his belt, the clink loud in the quiet. His pants dropped, hitting the floor. He gripped his dick, hard and thick, and stroked it against my wet cunt, teasing my entrance. Then he thrust in, slow and deep, filling me completely.I jolted. My legs trembled as he started thrusting into me.“Ahhh…” I cried out. He was stretching me more than I have ever been. I moaned loudly.His eyes stayed on mine, but mine were half closed. I tried not to look at him. My hands moved down his bare back, digging into his skin with the second thrust.He was moving slowly, taking his time.He took his time, each thrust deliberate, stretching me, making me feel every inch of him. "Fuck.. Jesus..
~~Scarlette~~“Are you fucking threatening me right now, Liam?” Ethan barked, stepping closer. “Barely three months—and you’re already taking advantage of her?”He looked straight at me, eyes wild.“You had sex with him already? Seriously?”My chest tightened. I couldn’t even breathe before his words turned nastier.“Why the hell would you sleep with him, Scarlette? Huh? Was it that itchy for you? You’re disgusting now—just fucking disgusting.”He lunged and grabbed me by the arms, hard. My whole body jolted.“Ethan, let go of me!” I gasped, my voice cracking as fear punched through me.“You wanna talk about disgusting?” I snapped, trembling in his grip. “Wasn’t it disgusting enough that you had an affair with my own little sister? And now you’re doing this? Now?”"You’ve been the one controlling me since our marriage… and now, even after our divorce, you still want to control my life? Well, just so you know—it's not disgusting if Liam and I end up getting married."The words felt hea
~~Scarlette~~The silence between Liam and me was biting—sharp like cold air against raw skin. Maybe he felt it too. Or maybe it was just me, swallowing the lump in my throat, pretending the ache in my chest wasn't there.I didn’t glance at him. Not once. I kept my head leaned against the window, eyes locked on the passing streets blurring by. My fingers gripped the edge of my seat, nails digging into the leather. Anything to stop myself from looking at him.But I could feel it—his eyes on me. Every now and then, he’d steal a glance. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel. Tense. Like he was gripping the wheel just to stop himself from reaching for me.Still, I said nothing.Still, he didn’t speak either.The car was too quiet for two people so loud in each other's lives.We got home, and I was already fumbling with the door handle before the car had even come to a full stop. I was so eager to get away from him—from everything—but the bitter reminder hit hard: we shared th