SCARLETTI turned around slowly, my palms clammy and my heart racing in my chest. Whatever I was about to say died in my throat when I came face-to-face with him. He has his sleeves rolled up and the sight of his bare arms did something unexplainable to me. It made my brain zap, made my eyes linger on his fingers, the same ones that had been brushing and parting my folds with ease in the elevator just a couple of days ago. "What are you doing here?" his quiet voice interrupted my thoughts and it made me jump a little as I looked up at him again. His eyes were dark and unreadable and a smirk that looked darkly amused tugged at the corners of his lips."I... I came... Maeve asked me... She told me to drop a package for you and no one was here so I...""You could have just dropped it and left but what did you do? You waited. What were you waiting for, Scarlett?"The sound of my voice on his lips made my brain flip just as the absurdity of his sentence dawned on me."What? What do you.

ALEXANDERHer type was the worst. I knew her game. Right from the moment I saw her at dinner, dressed like a whore with her cleavage almost spilling out from the poor excuse of a gown she wore. I could already tell what her game was. But still, I wasn't prepared to have her go for it immediately, bringing up how Logan had ruined her business was a way of digging her fawns into my father’s wealth. She was so shameless about it and even had the audacity to look offended when I pointed out the obvious to her. And to prove me right, she showed up at my company the next day and coincidentally stumbled on me and Maeve and she watched us. The smell of her arousal was so strong that it drowned out everything. I knew she wished she was the one on her knees, taking my cock down her pretty throat and she proved me right in that elevator. Proved me even more right when she coincidentally stumbled on Maeve bent over the table and my cock thrusting into her wet core. She didn't walk away like

SCARLETT The wedding was fast. I can't remember the last time I saw Mom that happy; I don't think I've ever seen her that happy. And despite everything, I was happy for her too and I genuinely hoped this one would last. After our encounter in the hallway, Alex didn't glance at my way once and Logan was back to pretending that I didn't exist. The woman that came to the house the other day, the one Blake introduced as his PA and fuck buddy was present too and I fleetingly wondered how important she was to be invited to the close-knitted gathering. Finally, they said their vows and we settled down for lunch. I didn't know how it happened but I found myself saddled between Alex and Blake. It was suddenly too hard to breathe with my heart pounding wildly because of Blake and my body heating up because of Alex. But I started eating anyway, hopeful that the good food and chatters would calm me down. They did until a strong hand landed on my thighs, pried them apart and his hand start

SCARLETT I did the walk of shame to my room in a daze, walked to the bathroom in a daze and I stayed under the hot shower till my body felt raw and painful. I'd allowed Alex to touch me again, degrade me, insult me and I had the audacity to enjoy it. He was right; I was a whore, the worst kind because I was doing this with my stepbrother. I wonder how Mom would react if she found out. She'd be disappointed. Even I was completely disappointed in myself. I wore a pair of comfortable pajamas and I was able to get settled on my bed with a knock that interrupted my movement. It was Blake. I've already known his signature knocking and I opened the door to see him smiling at me. He held up a pack of chicken and bottles of soju for me to see. “You look kind of down earlier so I'm here to cheer you up,” he told me as he walked in, “and what's a better way of cheering someone up if not with beer and chicken?” “Oh my God!” My lips stretched into a smile as I closed the door and I fol

SCARLETT Blake remained the sweetheart that he is and Maeve was still trying so hard to get into my good books. I couldn’t help but notice how she was always including Alex in our conversation. She wanted to know more about him, wanted to know how living under the same roof with him is and how he is at home. I indulged her, knowing fully well that it was my only chance to stop getting bullied by her. Even though, I completely hated how fake she is. “One would think you’re best friends with Maeve from the way she’s treating you.” Ken said as we walked to the cafeteria to again and I chuckled. He has been so nice to me and he has sort of become my friend. “She’s just trying to get into my good book even though I’m not sure there’s a need for that. I have no control over her marrying Alex at all.” “She thinks otherwise,” he replied as we settled on the chairs, “or maybe she’s trying to use you to get close to Alex.” “Is there a need for that? Are they not in a relationship?” “Re