All Chapters of The Hired Gigolo Is My Husband's Son : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scarlett's POVThe girls around us gasped in shock as they stared at Xavier, clearly wondering if he was telling the truth or not, but I was far too consumed by my own clashing thoughts as I looked at him. He didn’t look happy to be there, yet there was something in his gaze..something intent, something heated, as he stared directly at me.Could this mean I interested him?“What do you mean? I know of Mr. Sinclair's son, and I don’t think he’s this old,” Seraphina mumbled after a long pause, and her voice snapped me out of my trance. I suddenly realized that Xavier and I had been staring at each other the entire time.That realization made heat crawl up my neck in embarrassment.“That’s because my father hasn’t—” Xavier started, but I immediately removed his arm from my waist the moment I saw Romano approaching us with my father and Keira.He didn’t look pleased.“Uncle Romano, welcome,” Seraphina greeted sweetly, but Romano’s eyes were fixed on Xavier, who, annoyingly, still hadn’t s

Scarlett's POVMy breathing turned erratic as I stared at Xavier, my eyes glued to the atrocity unfolding in the room. I couldn’t do anything but look at him, maybe waiting for him to give me the go-ahead to expose them, but none came.The sex between the two was so intense that I couldn’t help the jealousy that clawed at me, watching Keira get ruined like that. But then I noticed Xavier was enjoying it far too much, he even cackled when Keira almost slipped off the table. It was as if he had some twisted fetish for watching his father fuck random women… could sleeping with me be part of that fetish too?“Xavier…” I whispered, but he hushed me.“Don’t you think I fuck better than him?” he said, and something in me snapped. Xavier was a psychopath.I jerked him off while glancing at Romano and my stepmother, who were still completely lost in their pleasure, before I stormed off. I was already furious that he had interrupted my plan, how dare he pass up such a perfect opportunity? This

Xavier's POV “Urgg!” Scarlett and I groaned loudly as our release exploded, and she clung to me tightly, her body weak after the intense sex we had in the car, even though she had been very angry with me some minutes ago… maybe she could never stay mad at me. I couldn't believe that just a week ago, I was busy fighting for my life. I had almost died after the sneak attack from the assassins, but I couldn't come back because I was also trying to make sure that my gang didn't get wiped out by my rivals. But everything seemed to be worth it as I saw Scarlett in that beautiful dinner dress. My thoughts couldn't help but go wild, and I wanted to take her right there, in front of the people who my father introduced me to as his eldest son. But I held myself, knowing we would have a chance together, and we did, which ended in a hot make-out session inside the cramped car on a lone highway, even though I would have wanted it the other way. But I didn't care, wherever it was, as long as

Xavier's POV The living room grew quiet as I watched Scarlett fiddle with her dress, not knowing what lie to come up with. I could have butted in and told him the truth, how I had fucked his wife in my car, and that it wasn’t even our first time, but I figured Scarlett would be the one to kill me before my brutal father ever got the chance. “Why are you not answering, Scarlett Sinclair?!” he roared, making her jolt in fright. That was when I decided to step in after all. “We’re coming back from a bar,” I blurted, and his eyes snapped to me. “A bar? And why would you two do that?” he asked, his gaze shifting back to Scarlett, who still looked like she was trying to gather her thoughts. So much for having things under control. “Because we were both bored at the party, and we couldn’t find you. We thought you had already left,” I said, watching his face tighten at the mention of his absence. He must have had a flashback to whatever happened at the party, probably remembered he

Romano's POV My eyes drooped with boredom as I watched Scarlett’s mundane life on the screen. I should have known I wouldn’t find anything. It was the same as before, she slept, went to work, and cursed at me every night before going to bed. Nothing had changed. I had almost stopped watching when I noticed she grabbed her sex toys and headed to the bathroom, just like she used to, and I decided to keep watching. It had been a while since I last watched her touch herself. I watched her strip naked, and my eyes darkened with desire as her flushed skin glowed through the screen. I had fantasized about the day Scarlett would be beneath me while I ruined her, I was only waiting for her to break. She sat in the bathtub, pinching her nipples as she teased her glistening wetness with the toy, and I couldn’t help but imagine how tightly her pussy would clench around my cock. “Fuck, Scarlett,” I muttered, fumbling with my belt, ready to lose myself in the sight of her, but my hands froz