Scarlett's POV ~The air was tense, thick with sweat, desires and arousal. My eyes were wide as I stared at Dylan, my heart pounding crazily against my ribcage. My emotions were a jumbled mess. I was afraid, terrified, confused, anxious and too nervous to think. The thought of us getting intimate seemed to make me uncomfortable. I didn't want this. I watched as he tossed his belt onto the dresser, the leather strap landing with a soft thud.A lump formed in my throat as he leaned towards me, wanting to claim my lips but to his surprise, I jerked my head to the left, preventing that from happening.“Dylan.” I whispered, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession.His wrinkled forehead smoothed out as he locked eyes with me, eager to hear what I had to say.I was speechless. The only sound is my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Beads of sweat trickled down my spine, my lips quivered as I fumbled for the right words.As he slid his fingers into my hair, he leaned forward, his face a
Scarlett's POV~Dylan encircled me with his arms, his cologne wafting through the air and filling my senses with its familiar scent. I stared into his eyes–those deep blue eyes I often admire–drowning myself in the depths of them, but now, they seemed to be filled with nothing but deceit and lust. The realization lingered, knowing he was already taken with his heart and thoughts bound to someone else, even if he was present in this moment with me. The thought of it filled my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to confront him, At least not yet. He ran his fingers on my skin, but I didn't feel any sensation, desire or warmth. They'd all gone a long time ago. I swallowed hard as he brought his fingers to my chest, his eyes fixed on my round perfect tits. My stomach churned and I shuddered as I shifted away slightly, my skin crawling in discomfort as if my body was rebelling against the touch, rejecting the intimacy that once might have felt welcoming.He looked up at me and whispered, h
Author's POV ~As George's gaze lingered on Scarlett, Dylan felt a growing sense of discomfort. There was something in George's eyes, a spark of mischief that made him uneasy. He didn't trust George, not one bit. The thought of George being around Scarlett, potentially revealing his secret, made his skin crawl."Let's get going," Dylan said abruptly, his tone a little too harsh. "We have a lot to do today, George." He turned to Scarlett, his expression softening. "We should get going too, babe. The kids are going to love these toys."Scarlett nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, let's go. I'm starving. How about we grab some lunch on the way home?"As they bid George a brief goodbye, Dylan couldn't shake off the feeling that George was watching them, his eyes fixed on Scarlett with an intensity that made him squirm. He quickened his pace, ushering Scarlett towards the car, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.As they walked away, George's voice carried on the wind,
Author's POV The name landed between them like a stone dropped into still water. Maria’s chest tightened, though she didn’t flinch. She had always known Scarlett was a shadow in Ethan’s life, his ex-wife, the mother of his son, the woman whose history with him could never be erased.He continued, his words tumbling now as though once the dam had cracked he couldn’t stop the flow.“Eric called me earlier. He was excited, talking about how tomorrow Scarlett’s grandmother is going to tell him stories about their family. And you know what? I was glad, actually glad, that he was connecting with that side of his roots. I want that for him. I want him to know where he comes from. I thought, ‘Good. That’s a beautiful thing.’”Maria nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his face.“But then…” Ethan swallowed hard. His jaw tightened again. “Then I heard Dylan’s voice in the background.”“Dylan?” Maria repeated quietly.“Yeah. Dylan.” His tone was sharp, bitter. “Talking to Scarlett. Sweet. Flir
Author's POV~Ethan woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. He stretched his arms and yawned, feeling the fatigue of the previous day's activities still lingering in his body. After getting dressed, he headed downstairs to the kitchen, his stomach growling with anticipation of a hearty breakfast.As he entered the kitchen, he was greeted by the warm smile of Maria, the middle-aged maid who had been working for his family for years. She was busy preparing breakfast, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filling the air."Good morning, Ethan," Maria said, placing a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him. "I made your favorite breakfast."Ethan smiled, his eyes scanning the plate appreciatively. "Thanks, Maria. You always know how to start my day off right."As he began to eat, he noticed that Jasmine wasn't around. He looked up at Maria, a hint of concern in his voice. "Where's Jasmine?"Maria's expression turned neutral, but Ethan c
Author's POV ~ Dylan stormed out of the empty convenience store, his face flushed with embarrassment and fury. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. He felt trapped, vulnerable and frustrated. Hilary had him under the wraps of her fingers and now, he found it harder to leave her. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in sync with his frustration. He straightened himself and managed to hide his emotions..he didn't want Scarlett to suspect a thing.The bright sunlight outside was a harsh contrast to the dimly lit store, and he squinted, raising a hand to shield his eyes. He took a deep breath, the scent of fresh asphalt and exhaust fumes filling his lungs as he scanned the crowded parking lot. His eyes landed on the mall entrance, and he made his way towards it with purposeful strides. As he entered the mall, the air-conditioned chill enveloped him, a welcome respite from the sweltering heat outside. He spotted Scarlett standing by a cart piled high with color