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 thigh, and I breathe out a shaky yes, my mind growing hazy. His right hand guides my fingers up my inner thighs while his left continues to fondle my left breast, and my knees tremble as my hand inches closer to my clenching pussy, making me glad I’m sitting down. I bite my lower lip, stifling a moan as he slips my fingers that are still guided by his inside my wet panties, and starts rubbing circles on my pulsating clit. My head falls backward on its own, my breath ragged, as I start getting drunk in ecstasy. “Fuck, you are so soft,” he growls, taking my earlobe in his mouth while slowly withdrawing his hand, leaving me flying solo as I begin to rub faster while he slides his fingers into my mouth, making me drink my juices. A welcomed chill kisses my neck as he sweeps my hair over one shoulder, exposing that sweet spot with his free hand before the other leaves my mouth and slides back inside my dress. “You smell so good,” he breathes, leaning in and placing open-mouth kisses on my neck while his hand travels south again and slips inside my panties, taking its place on top of mine that is fogging my brain. "Reed, uh!” I crumble to his mercy, becoming a horny whimpering mess as he applies more pressure before his hand takes over from mine completely and his fingers slip inside my sleek pussy. I grip the armrests, white-knuckled, as his fingers move in and out of my wet walls while his soft, warm lips suck and bite softly, slowly inching to the sensitive spot on my neck. Our moans and groans echo off the walls as I lose all sense of reality, and it’s not long before my body convulses and fireworks explode as my juices coat his fingers. He withdraws his fingers after helping me ride my high while I try to regain my senses and raises them to my lips before sliding them inside my mouth. I grab his hand, keeping it in place as I lick them clean, and he leans in and helps me—his tongue invading every corner of my mouth—hungry for more like a ravenous beast. Reed breaks the kiss and turns the chair around, so I’m facing him before leaning in and connecting our lips again in another fiery kiss. My arms go around his neck and my legs wrap around his waist as he lifts me off the chair and places me on top of the desk. I moan in complaint as he leaves my lips and trails the kisses down to my jawline while his hands travel to my back and unzip my dress. He rids me of the garment, and I clumsily start working on his buttons as the fire between my legs burns hotter. He helps me, and I chuck his shirt aside before his pants follow suit. One by one, our clothes fall to the floor until there is nothing left, and I gasp as he pulls me to the edge of the desk before shuddering at the feeling of his cock stuffing my pussy full. “Ah! Reed!” I moan out loud, grabbing onto his shoulders, but the moan dies in my throat, and everything stops, including my heart as I look up to lock eyes with my mother. “Oh, my God-” “-What? What is it?” ----------------------------- Warning: This book contains explicit content, including depictions of violence and strong language that may be disturbing or offensive to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not condone or promote the actions depicted in this work but rather seeks to explore complex and challenging themes. -----------------------------SEVEN MONTHS LATER SCARLETT “Are you ready?” Reed asks as he enters the room, and I tell him I am. We are about to go to his parents' house for lunch with his family. However, I would be lying if I said I was not tired. Reed's parents ended up giving their marriage a second chance, and they renewed their wedding vows two days ago. My body is still recovering from the after-party. Colette wanted to wait until baby Emme was born, which was three months ago. The ceremony was beautiful, and I’m thrilled for them; they deserve all the happiness in the world, especially with everything they have both overcome. Reed and I are celebrating another special occasion today. Elena and her goons were sentenced this morning, thanks to Reed's assistance in pursuing her. Elena was sentenced to ten years in prison for manslaughter, while her accomplices received fifteen years. I think they deserve more, especially Elena, but I am glad they did not get away. Jolene is also overjoyed with the c
SCARLETT"We have arrived, Mom," I say, unable to hide my excitement, and I can tell Mom is relieved. We blindfolded her, and I know she was eager to get to the destination. The car comes to a halt, and Reed steps out to assist Mom. He and I hold her hands as we guide her to the spot where she will have a clear view of the house. We stop, and Reed asks her if she’s ready."I am," she replies, her voice steady but curious. Reed removes the blindfold, and I let out a small scream of excitement next to her."Welcome to your new home," he says, and Mom looks at him in confusion before turning to me."What is this?" she asks, and I cannot contain my excitement as I tell her it is her new home. "Reed bought it for you," I add, and she stands rigid at my words, her eyes widening. She looks back at Reed, her voice a whisper. "What is Scarlett talking about?"Reed repeats, "The house is a gift, from both of us." Mom takes another look at the house before shaking her head."I cannot accept this
SCARLETTWe all look at Milo as he ends the phone call with his father. Reed asks what he said, and Milo’s next words surprise us. His father left. He says he had to go somewhere, and we should continue with dinner. We had already done so, but we were simply sitting around the table, waiting for him to return. Now it’s clear he won’t be returning, so we get up. It is late, and Reed and I need to get home, so we say goodnight to Milo and Lj. Reed then takes out his phone to check on his mother; she should have arrived by now. She answers quickly, and Reed looks at me and says she is upstairs. He helps me up, and we leave, thanking the staff member who enters to clear everything as we go.Reed knocks, and his mother opens the door, already in her robe but my eyes widen, taking in her expression. She looks like she has been crying, even though she tries to put on a smile for us.We hug, and Reed asks when she got home. It’s around the time Luke came to get Mr. Sterling. We see clothes o
SCARLETT“I’m sorry,” Reed says, holding me, and I sob in his arms after reading the letter Lexi wrote to me. In the letter, she expressed her regrets. She said she never meant to hurt me or Reed. Even though she said she never meant to hurt Reed or me, she admitted that she had unintentionally hurt us and that in the end, it did not matter what her intentions were. I struggled to finish it and broke down in tears. It still feels surreal, the wound is still raw, and I am not sure how I will face her mother without crumbling. Reed wipes my tears as we pull away from the hug, and I tell him I am ready to go now, and that I called Ollie to let her know we were on our way. She is going with us. We head out and Reed opens the car door for me, and I slide inside and take a deep breath, knowing I have to be strong for Lexi’s family. I cannot be the one falling apart. I spoke to Mom before we left Reed's house, and she told me that Lexi's mom couldn't speak to them the last time they went
SCARLETT“It’s not your fault, Scarlett. Mom holds me in her arms as I cry, saying, "You did not know this was going to happen," but we both know it would not have happened if I had not been upset with Lexi. I can’t believe she’s gone, and my heart is bleeding. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. Reed tried to stop me, but I didn’t listen and looked up the story online and read about how Lexi was bullied to the point of having an accident.She did not have an Ace like I did to tell everyone to leave her alone, and she might have had if I had not turned my back on her. I was frustrated and hurt by her actions, but I did not want her to die, and no one deserves to go through what she did. Furthermore, it no longer matters how angry I was with her or what she did. All of this pales in comparison to her life, and despite Reed and Mom's constant reminders about the baby and the negative effects of stress on my health, I find myself powerless to stop it.I do not want any
NARRATOR Reed finishes the call with Larken, and just then, Milo appears and tells him that their grandfather is ready to leave, but Reed has one more thing to do, so he tells Milo he will catch them in the car and sprints back inside. He takes the stairs two at a time, racing to let Scarlett know he will be back soon, but just as he reaches the top, he hears a frantic and urgent voice—Scarlett's mother's."Scarlett! Scarlett!"Hearing the same voice, his parents burst out of their room. They all rush towards the sound, their hearts racing and dread curling in their stomachs as they realize it is coming from Scarlett's old bedroom.Reed's chest tightens as he approaches the doorway, his parents trailing him as he enters. The scene is chaotic. Scarlett lies on the floor, convulsing violently, her mother kneeling beside her, tears streaming down her cheeks.The room tilts as Reed stares in horror, his mother gasping, her hand flying to her mouth. He sprints toward Scarlett, but his mo
SCARLETTI walk out of the room, stretching, and bump into Mrs. Sterling in the hallway, coming from the guest room. She smiles and asks how I slept, and I tell her that I slept well even though I did not get much sleep. We went to bed in the early hours of the morning, and Reed and his brothers were quite drunk by then. I smile when I think about them. I am happy for them, and it is still surreal that Mr. Sterling is back. Mrs. Sterling says she’s heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, and it’s the first time I hear her mention cooking. I smile at her, and she blushes, trying not to show that she's blushing, as she invites me to join her, which I do, wondering if Reed is still sleeping. He and his brothers went to sleep with their father, which is why Mrs. Sterling is coming out of the guest room. As if she can read my mind, she confirms that she just checked on them, and they are all still sleeping, so I happily join her downstairs. When we enter the kitchen, we find my mom i
SCARLETT“Hey, how did it go?” I softly ask Reed as he enters the room after checking on his father, and he collapses onto the bed, looking completely defeated. I wrap my arms around him, asking again how it went, and he pulls back and looks me in the face with a sad expression that makes my heart lurch. "He lost his memories," he says, prompting me to inquire about his meaning. Mr. Sterling didn't appear to be a person who had no memories, and Reed clarifies that his father doesn't recall the past twenty years of his life. “He doesn’t remember me or my mother,” Reed adds, and my heart clenches. “I’m sorry, Reed,” I say, and we share a hug. He takes a deep breath in the embrace before saying, “He doesn’t deserve this. His life has been hard enough, putting up with a wife who hated him, and now this. It’s like he can’t catch a break, Scarlett,” he continues, and I pull back from the hug, cupping his face. “I’m so sorry,” I say again before adding that maybe it’s because of the traum
SCARLETT Mr. Sterling narrates a chilling story, his voice laced with emotion as he describes waking up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by people who intended to harvest his organs. His voice falters at times, and he turns to William for assistance with the details he cannot recall. William steps in, filling the gaps, his own voice heavy with the weight of the ordeal. But as Mr. Sterling speaks, it becomes clear he’s not well. He is pale, his hands tremble slightly, and his words occasionally sound strained. He admits he doesn’t know how he survived the shooting or where the organ harvesters found him. All he knows is that he woke up with William, who risked everything to help him escape. The specifics blur together, but it’s clear how traumatic the experience was. However, those details don’t matter much right now. What matters is that he's here. He's alive. His gaze lingers on Reed, and he smiles emotionally every time their eyes meet. Reed, overwhelmed, can only smile back t