The Billionaire's Forbidden Entanglement

STERLING TOWERS: SCARLETT “Uh-uh,” he growls hoarsely against my ear, and my breathing becomes shallow. “Open them,” he orders softly but firmly, his voice deeper than the last time he spoke, and I do as commanded. I shudder as waves of pleasure run down my spine at lightning speed while a puddle moistens the soft leather beneath me. He walks around the chair and stops behind me before taking my hand that’s clinging to the armrest and bringing it to his lips. My lips part, my breath coming in short bursts as everything becomes a blur at the feeling of his tongue on my index and middle finger. He begins sucking them while his left hand slips under my dress and a loud moan escapes me. My back arches of its own accord as his fingers begin to draw circles around my nipples, teasing them, and another puddle moistens the already wet surface, while my legs seem to take on a life of their own as they spread wider. “You like that?” he whispers against my ear as he places my hand on my th

SCARLETT It’s just before 10 p.m., and the party is still in full swing. The room is buzzing, and the adults left, so we can the hall all to ourselves. Reed’s friends also arrived a few hours ago, and they are catching up and having just as much fun. As for my friends and I, the champagne has added a pleasant buzz to our laughter and conversation. “Thank you!” I raise my voice over the music as I express my gratitude to one of the staff members who’s gathering the last of the presents to take them to my room. “Come, I want to dance,” Ollie declares, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the center of the stage, and Lexi, ever the accomplice, signals the DJ to crank up the music. The hall, with its soundproof walls, allows us to dance freely, disturbing no one outside. "May I have this dance!" Ollie calls out to me over the music again as we get to the center stage and she doesn't have to ask twice. I start moving and she falls into rhythm, the sound drowning our laughter as we

SCARLETT The morning sunlight filters through my bedroom curtains, stirring me from my slumber while the echoes of the previous night’s celebration linger in my mind. I yawn, stretching my limbs as I slowly sit up, glancing at the clock to find that it’s 9:05 a.m. It means I had over five hours of sleep but I’m still tired. As if on cue, there’s a soft knock on my door and I run my hands over my face just in case I drooled as I invite the person inside. The door creaks open, and my mother tiptoes into the room with a tray of breakfast in her hands. She greets me good morning with a certain excitement in her eyes that hints at an impending surprise and I respond rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes as she places the tray on my lap. “How did you sleep?” she asks, sitting beside me on the bed before pulling me into a hug. I tell her I slept okay and earlier than I had expected but I’m still tired. She apologizes for waking me up, adding that Colette is waiting for me; there’s

SCARLETT “I love you,” Reed’s voice, tender and filled with affection, caresses my ears as his hand cups my cheek. His thumb moves in gentle, reassuring circles, sending warm ripples through my chest and I breathlessly reciprocate. Just then, sounds of approaching footsteps interrupt our intimate moment, prompting a hasty retreat from each other as I hurriedly attempt to compose myself. Mrs. Sterling enters the room shortly, her expression seemingly affected by some unwelcome news. Reed sees it too and asks what is wrong, but she dismisses it as work-related stress.However, before Reed can press further, my mother enters the room. Mrs. Sterling, with a hint of impatience, asks if I am still exploring the apartment, indicating her readiness to leave, and I am about to suggest that we leave, but Reed speaks first.He gets to his feet and suggests that his mother and I go ahead without us. The suggestion catches me off guard, but before I can say or do anything, he explains that we’d

SCARLETT I wrap my arms around myself, realizing it’s cold as I step out of the house, heading to the servants’ quarters where my mother lives.The first thing I will do when I get a job is retire my mother and buy her a nice big house. I stop in front of her door and knock, and she invites me inside, telling me the door is open.She is eating dinner as I walk in, and her face lights up when she sees me. I walk over to her, and we share a hug that we linger in because I don’t let go. “Are you okay?” she asks when we finally break apart and I settle next to her, nodding even though I’m not.I believe Reed; I believe that his mother is acting the way she is about Camille because she doesn’t know about us, but I can’t help but be scared. At the same time, I can’t talk to my mother about it because she already made it clear how she felt.Read went to speak with his mother and I think knowing that she doesn’t have a problem with us will make it easier to talk to my mother about it after t