Chapter 2

Scarlett's POV

I pursed my lips when I heard that, but I didn’t want to believe he meant it, so I decided to ask.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice barely steady.

He didn’t look like he was going to repeat himself.

I knew exactly what he meant. He was throwing the open marriage offer at me yet again, even though he knew very well I wouldn’t try it. My father would murder me if he found out I cheated in this already loveless marriage.

“Make a stop,” he instructed his chauffeur.

The car slowed, and he asked me to step down. “I have a meeting with an investor. Catch a cab home,” he said.

Even though I knew that was a lie, that he was going to meet one of his mistresses, I wasn’t mad. Not this time.

“That foolish old man!” I cursed under my breath as I watched the car drive off without a second glance.

The night wind hit me, cold and sharp against my skin, and I shivered. Still, I gritted my teeth and looked across the road. A host bar stood right ahead, lights glowing, music faintly spilling into the street, and a wild, reckless idea formed in my head. Since he wanted a marriage of free will, then I would grant him exactly that.

“Didn’t he say I can try it too? Then he shouldn’t blame me for being too bold,” I muttered under my breath as I crossed to the other side of the road, a cocky smirk tugging at my lips.

Tonight, I would go against everything I believed in, I would go wild.

I walked into the host bar and found myself momentarily in awe. Handsome men moved around the room, accompanying guests, laughing smoothly, pouring drinks, whispering into eager ears. They were polished, confident, and intoxicating.

But no one seemed to notice me. It was like I was invisible. And that made me feel small.

The feeling pricked at something fragile inside me, but I refused to let it stay that way. I hadn’t come here to feel invisible. I needed to get laid that night.

There were so many pretty boys around that I decided I would simply flaunt my money. That was how this worked, right? But when I reached for my purse, I realized I hadn’t brought my card. I tried to scrape together the little cash I had, annoyed at myself. Before I could think further, a handsome young man walked toward me with two drinks in hand. Without asking for permission, he sat beside me.

“First time?” he asked casually.

Even though I wanted to ignore him, he was just too handsome to ignore.

I couldn’t stop staring at him. Those blue eyes were unfair, bright and sharp against features that were almost delicate, like they didn’t match the quiet confidence in the way he carried himself. My gaze dropped to his mouth, then to his hands wrapped around his drink, and my thoughts went straight to places they absolutely shouldn’t.

“Obvious?” I asked.

He tried to make small talk with me, but I was too busy fucking him in my head to really listen. That was what many years of not getting laid did to a woman, it stripped her composure and left her starving.

“Yes. You seem like you don’t even know what you’re doing here,” he said lightly. I shook my head slowly.

I might have been nervous, but I definitely knew what I wanted. I came here to get fucked until I couldn’t walk anymore. I came here to satisfy the needs I had been deprived of for years. And that was it.

“That’s a lie. I very well know why I’m here,” I said, checking him out more boldly now. I decided right then, I would get laid with this man.

He was devastatingly handsome. He even looked expensive, dressed in a customized suit that fit him perfectly, so I guessed he was one of the most sought-after call boys at the bar. He knew exactly how to approach a client. I would give him that.

“Really? And what’s that?” he asked.

I leaned forward, circling my finger over the hand holding his drink, gazing directly into his blue eyes that seemed to draw me in deeper and deeper.

“To get fucked,” I whispered, my lips almost brushing his face.

I knew I was being too bold. But when did I ever get to be this bold?

“Is that it?” he asked softly. He grabbed my chin, our lips nearly brushing. That closeness..that heat was all I needed to throw my reservations away. I wanted him. “I’m the best man for the job,” he added.

“Then show me. Don’t be all talk,” I whispered, my hand tracing down to his pants. It accidentally brushed against something hard.

It wasn’t truly a mistake, that was exactly what I had aimed for, but I was still shocked. I hadn’t expected it to be that hard already. We were just talking. Then again, I couldn’t blame him.

I was soaked for him too.

“We should quit talking then,” he murmured.

He grabbed me from my seat, and before I could even wrap my head around what was happening, we were already in a hotel room, our lips locked tightly.

“Do you want to tell me your name?” he asked between kisses as he hurriedly took my dress off. He spanked my ass as the fabric slid down my body, and I let out a low, needy moan.

“Don’t you think that should be a secret? Too much information ruins the fun,” I replied breathlessly before locking lips with him again. He led me to the bed, but then he suddenly stopped.

“I know this is sudden, but you can still walk away,” he said, and I frowned, confused.

Wasn’t he a call boy? Why was he being so polite?

“I’m not walking away, so ruin me, please!” I begged. My body shivered with anticipation as he pushed me down gently, then snapped my panties loose with his teeth, as he hungrily eyes my wet cunt glistening with juice.

“Then let me worship you,” he murmured.

And he did exactly that.

The man made me feel whole with his feather-light kisses and completely soaked with desire. He explored every inch of me like he was memorizing it, leaving sensations that burned into my skin. His tapered fingers moved with sinful precision, pushing me higher and higher until I couldn’t think straight.

“Ahh!” I groaned loudly as I exploded around his fingers.

He was so good with them, so deliberate that they alone were enough to split me apart. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, and my eyes filled with tears I couldn’t stop.

This was heavenly.

While I had been busy being Romano’s perfect trophy wife, I had forgotten what it felt like to be young. To be wanted. To be touched like I mattered.

“Why are you crying, Mama?” he asked in his thick, sexy voice, kissing my tears away. “Am I hurting you? Tell me, and I’ll stop,” he said, his fingers curling deeper inside me, making my breathing ragged.

Didn’t he just say he would stop?

“No, you’re not hurting me… it just feels so good,” I replied honestly. I had wanted to scream it. “You make me feel so good.”

“Really? But we’re just getting started,” he said. I heard the faint sound of a packet rattling, and my face lit up with a wide, almost giddy smile.

This would go down as my absolute best night ever.