SCARLETTI stare at my reflection in the reflective windows inside the private waiting room the CEO’s secretary took me to when I got to the building.I have almost forgotten this feeling. The feeling of being someone important in society, treated with respect and courtesy.I’m wearing a knee length black pencil skirt with a small slit at the back and a pink shirt which is tucked into it, with a pair of black 4 inch heels. I had opted for no makeup but Lexi disagreed, so she beat my face with some light foundation and highlighters. I always prefer my natural look but Lexi knows how to work her magic to enhance it without doing too much.My black hair is rolled into a bun with several fancy pins at the base. Blue doe eyes staring back at me as I nervously twirl the content of the champagne glass I am holding.My heart continues to thud uncontrollably and I can feel my palms becoming sweaty, my small nude painted matte lips quivering slightly.I’m betting on him giving me a pass when h

TREVOR“I got this awesome business idea guys. I think it’s going to work out this time,” I say to my little group of friends in the school cafeteria. Kenyon, Bradley and Asher. The only person missing from here is Scarlett. I miss her. I just wish there was an easy way to fix things but she’s just too damn stubborn. She’s even blocked me everywhere.I was hoping she’d call to ask if I would help her dad but she didn’t. I even heard she went to our company to try to get help. She’s so fucking stubborn.“Is it another crypto start up?” Bradley asks mockingly. “Wasn’t 500 million wasted in a year over that one?”“Or the crowdfunding idea,” Kenyon chuckles. “Let this whole business thing go, Man. We’re trust fund kids who don’t have to work. Give it a rest.”“I know what Scarly would say if she was here,” Asher adds. “Leave my baby alone, failures are a part of success in life. He’s a great businessman, he’s just in his budding stage.”“Yeah, she really gases him up,” Kenyon replies.Th

SCARLETT “I believe the word you're looking for is thank you,” Damian says in a curt tone, spinning me slowly back to my feet and my arms fly around his neck to support myself.He chuckles lighty, his arms curling around my waist as he steadies me and I'm very aware of how soothing his soft and warm fingers feel against my cold and bare skin.“For someone yelling at me to let her go, you seem quite comfortable in my arms,” He says in a whispery voice, smirking at me.I pull away awkwardly, straightening my dress and keeping my eyes on my feet. There's something about this man that unsettles me.I don't know if it's because of his incredible good looks or the fact that his eyes suck me in in a way that keeps me transfixed on them.“Let me help you with that,” He says and without permission, he begins to adjust the string behind my shoulders where my hands can't reach.I freeze, not knowing how to react. Mr Icy glares himself is helping me adjust my dress? I know he is kind beneath his

TREVORI stare at the pills Kenyon had given to me, contemplating deeply whether to do it or not. Scarlett is a lightweight on a normal day, giving her this aphrodisiac would definitely get her freaky and in the mood but I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, she already hates me as it seems and she would never forgive me if she finds out what I did.“I don’t know if it’s the right thing man,” I reply, dropping the pills on the table and picking up my glass. Kenyon chuckles. “Stop being all sentimental and shit. Whether you like it or not, someone’s gonna pop her cherry, who knows? Could even be me,” He says with a taunting voice and I glare at him.I raise my head and glance at Scarlett who’s a couple of tables away. I can’t tell what exactly is going on but she appears to be in a heated conversation with that old man and he seems to be giving her a tough time.A surge of anger threatens to burst through my chest when I see him put his filthy hands on her thighs but she quickly

DAMIANMy angry gaze falls on the asshole and he adjusts himself quickly.“This is not what it looks like, she-”My clenched fists connect hard with his cheek before he can finish the trash he has to say and his teeth flies out with his blood smearing my shirt but I don’t fucking care.How dare he lay his filthy hands on her?My eyes go blind with rage and every pumping of my heart seems to send anger and not blood through my veins. The fucker recoils and makes the worse decision of trying to fight me.I evade his weak punch and punch him hard in his stomach. He groans in pain, clutching his stomach but that doesn’t make me stop. I glance at the little kitten slumped to the ground, barely conscious. The fear in her eyes fuels my anger even more and my entire body vibrates in rage.I grab the fucker by his head and smash it against the vanity mirror causing more blood to spill everywhere and the shards go flying.“What did you do to her?!” I yell.“I-”“Answer me!” I smash his head agai