MasukWhy was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.
Lihat lebih banyak~SCARLETT.My feet were glued to the fucking soil. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tall grass, swaying like it was mocking how completely terrified I’d become. My chest heaved, and every pulse thudded so loudly I could swear Liam could hear it.Judging by the low, humorless laugh he exhaled against my neck… he could.“What’s the matter, doll?” he hissed. “All that fire you had earlier… gone now. Shaking like some frightened little leaf. Where’d your bravado disappear to?”Before I could even blink, his teeth clamped onto the shell of my ear, and a strangled, humiliating muffled gasp left me as an unwelcome shiver crawled straight to my core, forcing my lady bits to tingle despite myself.And of course he felt it.Of course he did.The bastard didn’t even need to speak; I felt the curl of his smirk in the way his lips hovered against my skin.No.Abso-fucking-lutely not.That tiny, shameful shiver was all it took to snap me back.Bucking hard, I twisted against him, kicking at the gra
~SCARLETT.You know that moment when you’re finally trying to do the right thing and then the devil in your head just laughs and shoves you straight off the cliff?Yeah.That’s me now, cold all the way through, staring at the message for the millionth time hoping the letters might shift into something less fucking audacious.When it obviously didn’t, a cocktail of emotions came crashing hard into me. Anger came first, because from the nickname alone, and the possessive edge in the text, I knew damn well who had sent it.Then came the ugly realization that if he could text me on a number he should never have… then Liam wasn’t far. He was here. Tracking me. Watching me this very second.And I don’t even need to scan the room to confirm it. He’d never put himself anywhere obvious.For how long had he been watching?Minutes? Hours?Long enough, apparently, because the first line of his text made it painfully clear he’d seen everything.And then, like the absolute slut she was, my pussy
~SCARLETT.“Where exactly did you say we were going again?” I asked as I turned to face Lucas behind the wheel.One moment I was sitting stiffly at his family’s barbecue; the next he was ushering me out with some rushed explanation to Elaine. I hadn’t absorbed a single word. My head was still stuffed full with everything that happened over there. We were back in the city now, driving as dusk fell and the lights from the buildings went by.“It’s a surprise,” Lucas tapped nervously on the steering wheel. “Just… trust me, okay? I could tell you were uncomfortable back there. Honestly, so was I. I warned you my family can be… a lot. So I wanted to show you something else.”I only managed a soft, exhausted hum. Still, the one question in my head wouldn’t stop bugging me.“Lucas,” I said quietly, staring out at the buildings passing by. Why did you lie to your mom… about me teaching kids dance?”I felt him tense up immediately, and the car went so quiet I heard him swallow, hard, before he
~SCARLETT.My son—the one I’d abandoned—has a knife at my throat. That single fact beat louder than my pulse, louder than the laughter drifting in from the backyard where everyone had been arguing minutes ago.He and I stared each other down: me half‑kneeling, dress trapped beneath his knees; him standing far too still, far too fierce for a three‑year‑old. A box‑cutter blade hovered in the soft hollow where my heartbeat fluttered.“Caleb,” I whispered, palms up in surrender. “Please put that down, sweetheart.”He didn’t so much as flinch. A gull screeched over the lake; floorboards creaked in the hall; Sylvia’s gravel laugh carried faintly—proof people were near, clueless.“Don’t scream,” he warned. “I cut if you scream.”“Okay.” I breathed. “No screaming.”Head tipped, he said, “You keep watching us. First outside our house, then at the barbecue with Lucas.”I fought for calm. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”“Lucas never brings girls. Now he brings the weird lady with red hair.”Guilt






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