SCARLETT. I didn't wait for her to come to me. I rushed towards her and pulled her into a hug. "I thought you were going to stay the whole year?" I said and squished her face. She groaned and pushed my hands off. "Sometimes you forget that I am your assistant," I pulled her arm and we began to walk towards my office. "Assistant turned friend. Do not forget that," "Whatever!" I said out loud. The past few weeks without her had been quite horrendous and now that she was back, she would put everything back on track. "I'm glad you're back," "I am also glad I am back at this time of the month when everyone is talking about a certain hottie who is now your driver and assistant. Assistant?" "Not really," I smirked and pushed the door to my office. "He's not my assistant per se," Abigail gave me a knowing look. "What have you done?" "Nothing," I laughed. I already knew she could tell from my laugh that I was lying. "Well, I would love to see him," She said and st
SCARLETT. For the whole of today, I didn't set my eyes on Finn. I was busy with Marsai, Abigail, and Omar, and a few heads in the conference hall. We took a lot of time, talking and pointing out different mistakes and making corrections. We went to lunch and I had to ask someone to get us food and we ate while still working. By the time we were done, it was almost evening. Marsai and Omar fell into their seats, breathing tiredly. "Can we at least rest?" Marsai cried, her voice trembling with tiredness and she fell back into her chair. Abigail looked at me and so did Omar. I could see the tiredness on their faces. But I turned a deaf ear to them. "How dare you? Tired when I am not?" "But you've done nothing but sit there all day while snacking. We've been on our feet!" "Abigail?" I said and gave her a stern look. "Ten minutes." Even with the groans, they were aware that nothing would change my mind. After the ten-minute break, we went back to work and the clock
FINN. I didn't really feel comfortable with how agitated and uneasy she was. Throughout the drive, she listened to loud music and blocked her ears with her airpod and that was when I knew she didn't want to talk to me. It was nothing to fret about really. She was probably upset or something and I was going to leave her to do whatever she wanted. If that was going to make her comfortable enough to attend dinner, then so be it. She had given me the address of her parents' home. One I knew very well. It was in Beverly Hills and close to a few places I had worked as an usher and bodyguard before. "Finn!" She called over the loud music. I reduced the volume before turning to her for a brief moment. "Yes?" "Are you going to be comfortable staying outside?" I thought she was mad at me. She looked quite concerned. I shrugged. "I have no issues with that. I'd probably just drive around the vicinity and whenever you're ready to go home, you can always call me," Scarlett nodde
SCARLETT. I was welcomed by the aroma of baked apple pie and grilled meat. I didn't need a magician to tell me they were having dinner out back tonight which was definitely my mother's idea. I walked into the house, looking around and taking note of the familiar furniture and paintings on the wall, and from where I stood, I saw them through the glass doors. Kelvin and his parents were seated around the smooth wooden table. My father was standing in front of the griller and he dished foot into plates. My mother took plates to the table. I scoffed and dumped my purse on one of the chairs in the living room. I remembered always begging them when I was younger. I would set everything up from the grill to the meat and tell them how excited I was to have dinner out back one day but my father always made sure it was impossible. He made sure to remind me that he had no time and was either busy with meetings or traveling around. As for my mother, she was like my father's puppet, doing
SCARLETT. Against my wishes, I had forced myself back to the table outside, apologizing to everyone including Kelvin who I would have loved to punch in the face. "It's good you came back to your senses, Scarlett," My father said and placed a plate of grilled chicken before me. "Learn to put your manners in check," I would have loved to paste this plate on his face just to put him in check but I knew I couldn't even do that. Not even if I dared to. My mother joined a few moments later and I was sure she had spent a good deal of time in her room crying over something she had ruined herself. Her face was dried and covered in light makeup to cover the red, puffy cheeks. She took my hands and squeezed. Feeling quite uncomfortable with the touch, I slowly pulled away from her. Ursula leaned forward and smiled at me. I returned it with a fake one. "So tell me, how are you thriving? Business and all. I see what you do in magazines and tabloids and I am really proud of you,"
SCARLETT. As we walked towards the front of the house, my heart thudded against my chest. Kelvin followed behind him for reasons I didn't understand. I wanted him to die on the spot or something because why was he going after me? The house was really large so we had to take a short walk toward the parking lot. I knew Finn would be with Trenton. They were both seated on one of the stone chairs close to the fountain and as we walked towards them, I noticed Kelvin looked really upset but I didn't care. He could get angry all he wanted. "Is he the one seated with Trenton?" My father asked and I nodded. "Yes," "How did you meet him?" My father turned to me. I was taken aback by this question as I hadn't been expecting it. I had to think for a moment before I spoke. "I sent out a letter to the agency recruiting bodyguards that I was in search of one and that was how I employed him," "Sounds like a shady story to me," Kelvin said, folding his arms.
FINN. From the moment I stepped into their monstrous home, I had a strange feeling. Being rich came with its perks; it also had its bad sides, and it seemed she was only experiencing its bad sides. After she had gone in, I spent a little time with Trenton. Nice dude. He was already done with his duties and we had a little conversation before he talked a bit about the rich. "Picture and public perfect with chaotic homes," He had chuckled. "I don't think I envy the rich. I do not want to remain poor. At least, being able to provide for my family will make me happy. Riches come with its perks and bad sides and I feel sorry for your boss. She's been through a lot she doesn't even talk about and she still finds a way to come out strong. I envy her a lot." And after I had seen how her father slapped her across the cheek, I knew she was indeed going through a lot. She didn't want to talk about it. At least not now. She had even slept off in the car which was unusual an
FINN. I moved aside to give her the space she needed to climb into the bed. Once she was in, I pulled her into me, engulfing her with my warmth and digging my nose into her neck to inhale her scent. We fit so perfectly. Her tall, slender body and my larger frame. She cuddled into me and I pulled her in. She snuggled deep. "I want to be under your skin!" She whined. Laughing, I pulled her in again till there was no space left between our bodies. "Comfortable now?" "Not really, but I'll manage," She said, inhaling deeply. "You smell so nice, Finn," "Thank you, Scar," I smiled. "So what's it you want to talk about?" She was silent for a while. Then she sighed. "It's a lot, Finn. Wish I hadn't been born into my family," She stared into my eyes. "I wish I had a family like yours," I laughed. "Be careful what you wish for," "What? You seem happy at least. You might not have so much, but there's love thriving. Your mother calls and so does your sis