SCARLETT. After dinner and a warm bath, I and Finn had slow sex. I nearly cried. Not because I felt pain or any feelings for him but because the sex was so good I could feel myself nearly burst into coloful glitters. "It gets better with every round, Finn," I sighed. Our backs were flat against my bed and he stared at me with a chuckle. "Tell me something," I leaned up, supported myself with my elbows and stared into his eyes with a smile. "I like it rough and hard. But you just changed everything. I mean, it was so slow, so heartfelt. I nearly fell in love with you," Finn burst into laughter. "So there's a possibility of you falling in love with me, huh?" I shook my head, nearly keeling over at the idea. "No fucking way," Finn shrugged. "Just saying," "The last thing on earth I'd do is fall in love with you, Finn Davis," "I'd hold onto that, Scarlett Cobbs," Finn said and pulled my cheek. He sighed heavily and pushed himself up the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it under
FINN. The next morning, I woke up with the saturated morning sunlight pouring out of my window and into my eyes. I turned immediately to avoid being scorched. Not that it was scorching but I wasn't a morning person and I hated the light that came with it. Climbing out of the bed, I stretched my body and yawned and the first thing I did was leave my room, going straight to the kitchen to make coffee for me and Scarlett. I believed she was still going to be asleep by now as it was a Saturday. Saturdays were my favorite days. Staying cooped up at home and taking my sister out. It was sad that I wouldn't be doing that today as I had already informed them that I would be returning the next weekend. There was a lot of money to be raised today as I was going to spend the whole day with Scarlett. On getting to the kitchen, I realized that I hadn't really touched anything last night. I was confused. I could identify certain gadgets but I didn't know which to use. This kitchen wa
SCARLETT. We spent the rest of the morning having coffee, eating a bit of cereal, and talking about a lot of things. I had employed Finn for the sole purpose of being a fuck buddy in disguise, but he seemed to be doing more than that. Keeping me company was something I had expected, but I hadn't expected to enjoy his company. He wasn't quite like Lucas, only speaking when he was asked to speak. While he was talking, I remembered that he didn't really have office clothing. He had begun his job yesterday with a t-shirt and dark jeans and that gave him a suspicious outlook. Imagine having a built driver who is dressed in a dark t-shirt with two buttons open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. That had to be the reason why Fiona had stared at him so longingly. That had to be the reason why Kevin thought we were fucking. "Scar?" I was brought back to earth by his voice. I looked at him. "Is something wrong?" I shook my head. "No. Why do you ask?" He shrugged. "I
FINN. Ten minutes had passed since I was done dressing up. I sat on the couch in the living room, waiting for Scarlett, but she seemed to be taking more time than usual. I stood on my feet and decided to go check on her but just as I turned, I found her standing there, looking as sexy as hell. She was dressed in a black silk gown that seemed to reveal the vital parts of her body. From her thighs to her curves. The strapped heels completed the combo. She saw how hard I was staring at her and twirled and behold, her back was bare. I took a deep breath. "Fuck." She smiled and walked towards me. "How do I look?" I was speechless. My words got stuck in my throat and she gave me a weird look. I shook my head and laughed. "Damn, Scar. I don't know what to say," "I look so good that you're so speechless, huh?" I nodded and chuckled. "That's more like it. I didn't expect you to dress this way. Man, you're going to turn heads. I can't even concentrate." She smirked
SCARLETT. Finn swerved into the parking lot before cruising to a halt when he got to the valet parking. He killed the engine and stepped down from the car before coming over to the other side and opening the door for me. I stepped down and smiled at him. "Follow my lead, okay?" He nodded before turning to give the valet man the keys to the car. "Ma'am," He greeted her with a slight bow. It was common among Korean people. Bowing while greeting. I was surprised that he recognized me. He was used to seeing a lot of people. "How are you?" "Very well, ma'am. You look good." I noticed Finn flashed him a glare and, luckily for us, the valet man didn't see it. We both walked to the entrance and as we waited for the glass rotating doors, I turned to him with a stern look. "Why did you stare at him like that when he complimented me?" "He sounded cheesy. I couldn't help it," "Cheesy?" I scoffed. "That was just a compliment. Well, now is the time. Yo
SCARLETT. The room was lit up with low-hanging crystal chandeliers and built-in bulbs. The tables were clean and a few were occupied by patrons. The empty ones had two champagne flutes on either side, squeaky clean and glinting under the lights. Ivory-colored napkins were neatly folded into the cups and the table was covered in navy blue taffeta material, laced with silver and gold thread. "This place is really beautiful," Finn said as he walked behind me. I nodded. "Indeed it is." "Must be really expensive," "That, too," One of the waiters saw us standing by one of the tables and he walked to us and bowed politely. "How may I be of help to you, ma'am, sir?" I was surprised that he didn't recognize me, but it was for good. The other waiters and waitresses knew who I was and didn't hide the fact that they did. It was tiring most times. But this young dude was like a breath of fresh air and if I hadn't been with Finn, maybe I would have asked him
SCARLETT. As soon as the waiter left, I turned back to face Finn. He seemed more interested in his phone now that the room was empty. I closed my eyes and stared down at the menu card, just to distract myself. I didn't have a phone to distract myself with. I had totally forgotten that my phone had crashed since yesterday. It was easy to forget because most of my work was done on the system in my room or the living room or my study. Yes, I had three desktops to work on different parts of the house. And I had been solely avoiding getting a new phone just because I didn't want to pick up calls from either my parents or Kelvin. Just as I had that train of thought, it hit me that my parents would be extremely worried that I wasn't taking their calls and coming over to my apartment. I hated them visiting. I couldn't bear their judgment of my choice of interior decoration. It wasn't something to hassle over but my parents, most especially my mother, made it a point of du
FINN. It is annoying that I can not stay mad at her for so long. Watching her speak to the waiter has me smiling, but I hope she doesn't see it. She stuttered over some French words and laughed and I swore, that was the most beautiful sound I'd heard in my whole life. I got so lost that I didn't realize that she was done talking with the waiter. "Back to earth, Finn." Scarlett snapped her fingers in front of me. I blinked shortly before nodding and looking up at the waiter. "I'd have what she's having," "That's boring. You need something exciting." "No, thanks. I guess that since you frequent this place a lot, you'd have an idea of what tastes good." "Our tastes might be different." She says with a shrug. Her eyes are smiling and I know she's no longer angry. "I'd rather stick with yours than try out something I might not like," I replied politely. The waiter cleared his throat and I looked up at him. "Sir, I trust you, all our meals are top-notch. I am s