All Chapters of Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31 — A LIFE OF LUXURY.

HARLAN “Sir, shall I take care of her?” Lucy, my housekeeper asks the moment I step inside the penthouse with Scarlett in my arms. The answer slides off my tongue before I even get the chance to think about it properly.“No, thanks. I’ll do it myself.”Lucy’s eyes narrow in confusion. And I don’t blame her.The very few girls I’ve brought back to the penthouse always look forward to enjoying Lucy’s princess treatment after sex; which includes professional body and head massages and a scented oil bath. But strangely, the mere thought of anyone else touching Scarlett, male or female, fills me with the inexplicable urge to slam my fist into something.“Sir, are you sure?” She asks, her dark eyes hopeful and just a little bit hurt.I give her a tiny smile;“Yes, Lucy. You can clock off once you’re done.”Without waiting for her response, I head for the master’s bedroom and gently lay Scarlett against the pillows. She mumbles something incoherent, biting down on her lower lip and curli

32 — TAKE.

SCARLETT“Arise and shine, my sweetie pie!!” A high-pitched voice pulls me from the depths of sleep.My eyes flutter open and I blink into the semi-darkness, trying to figure out where the hell I am. And what is going on. A second later, it all starts coming back.Last night… Getting spanked by Harlan. Sucking his cock. Coming apart on his fingers while moaning like a wanton, sex-starved slut.Heat crawls up my cheek. I bury my face further into the feather-soft pillow, letting out a loud groan.How will I face Harlan today after everything we did last night?“Sweetie pie! Are you up?!” The voice filters into my consciousness once again and I jolt upright, sending the silky sheets sailing to the floor.Chiara.I try to get off the bed and instantly wince at the soreness between my legs.Pausing to steady my breathing, I finally glance around the room, blinking in awe at the blatant display of wealth.Floor-to-ceiling windows decorate the glittering Vancouver skyline, while a massi

33 — THE PRETTIEST OF THEM ALL.

FIVE HOURS LATER…“Gobsmacked!” Chiara snaps, making a choking sound. “I am yet to see another woman more breathtakingly gorgeous! You look like a snack! Like a chill, delicious drink on a hot summer day!”Giggles fill the room as Chiara circles me, showering me with praise.“Chiara stawwwpp. You’re embarrassing me!” “Girl, I don’t care. Don’t walk into the streets with all that radiance, you might cause a traffic jam. Spin around for me, baby. Let me look at youuu!”I oblige, my heart singing with happiness as I give my best friend a little twirl.“Thank you, Chiara. Thank you!”I stand in front of the full length mirror, taking in my reflection, almost unable to recognize the woman who looks back at me.My fiery red hair is styled in sleek, voluminous waves that cascade over one shoulder.I’m wearing a tailored black silk midi dress. The comfy fabric clings to my full breasts and curves, perfectly gliding over my wide hips and thighs.It has a modest but elegant neckline, and a sli

34 — THE ROUSSEAU MANSION

SCARLETTTo call the Rousseau Mansion “grand” would be a gross understatement.It sits behind a black wrought-iron gate so tall, the building itself cannot be spotted from the outside.Beyond the gates stretches a curved driveway of pale stone, wide enough for three cars side by side. The garden is nothing short of perfection, with carefully curated flowerbeds blooming in perfect patterns. It’s like stepping into another world. A world where money is very capable of solving all your problems. There are men in black suits everywhere. I count about ten of them patrolling the grounds when the car finally rolls to a stop. They’re pretending not to watch, but I can feel their eyes on us. And see the bulge of weapons beneath their fancy suits. “Was the president invited? I ask as one of the men pulls open my door. “What’s with all the security?”Harlan shakes his head.“If my father’s brothers are here, then the movers and shakers of America’s economy are inside that house. They don't g

35 — TROUBLE.

SCARLETTBefore I can think any further, Harlan turns to me, those icy grey eyes sending fiery tendrils straight to my stomach.“Scarlett, this is my father, Ozias. Ozias Rousseau.” He says the word “father” like he’s choking on horseshit. “And his wife, Vivienne.” He motions to the lady on Ozias’ side, his voice dropping by a couple octaves when he mentions her name. His gaze darkens too, turning an almost black shade of gun metal.That’s when it hits me.Harlan and his father might not simply get along, but he absolutely hates his step mother. My nerves tingle with suspicion as my gaze finds Vivienne’s.She’s gorgeous, with the looks of a Victorian princess. Her entire face is unnaturally stiff, definitely the effects of Botox. But I must admit, hers is perfectly sculpted. Done by a good doctor, no doubt.“Hello, Scarlett. Nice to meet you. Welcome to the family.” Her smile is thin, controlled and utterly devoid of warmth. And I know immediately that Mrs. Rousseau doesn’t lik

36 — VIVIENNE, YOU WENT TOO FAR!

SCARLETT“… Harlan’s fiancée…”For a moment, the ground seems to tilt beneath my feet.I feel my heart hammer against my ribcage, threatening to beat out of my chest any second now.The next few seconds are painfully silent, and somehow that makes everything worse. No one disagrees with Vivienne.I turn to Harlan and realize his attention is no longer on Stephanie.He’s watching me closely now, as if trying to gauge my reaction.The men seem uncomfortable about the whole thing, but the women are practically beaming, like they’ve already picked the perfect bride for the Rousseau heir.I feel my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. Then anger sneaks in, coiling through my veins like a spitting snake. Just as I open my mouth to speak, little bursts of laughter ripple through the room.“Oh, look at her face!” Rose, Benjamin Rousseau’s wife, gasps out between laughs, practically doubled over.“Vivienne, you went too far. The poor girl looks like she’s about to have a heart attack,” Estell

37 — BURY MY FEELINGS.

SCARLETTMe? How the hell did I get involved?“That’s nonsense,” Vivienne says before I can respond. “Harlan taking you around won’t stop him from getting married. Besides, I’m sure he doesn’t mind.”I swallow the painful lump in my throat and keep my head lowered, waiting for Harlan’s response.Deep down, I know he’ll say no. I know he won’t agree to this. I know…“Stephanie is right. I’m a busy man. Besides, I have a wedding to plan I don’t believe I’ll have the time for… sight seeing.”My lips twitch with a smile and my chest swells with triumph.I knew he’d say no.Harlan’s next words, however, shatter my comfy bubble;“But for old times sake, I wouldn’t mind taking Stephanie around. I’ll look into my schedule, see how I can create time for us.”Those words hit me like a slap.Something ugly unfurls behind my ribs, twisting until I can barely breathe. I don’t get the chance to recover, because Harlan turns to me, those icy grey orbs pinning me in place, looking straight into my

38 — THE POWER SHE HOLDS.

SCARLETT“Let my driver take you home,” Mr. Rousseau offers, his eyes gleaming with triumph.A thousand thoughts crash through my head as I stare down at the cheque.But I force them away.Because whatever this thing between Harlan and me is, it was never built on love. It’s contractual. Temporary. Nothing more.I reminded him of that more than once.And he reminded me too, the second he agreed to Stephanie’s request without hesitation.“Scarlett, can you hear me?” Mr. Rousseau’s voice snaps me from my reverie.I stuff the cheque in my bag and give him a tight smile. “No, thank you. I’ll go back with Harlan.”Something cold creeps into his expression, “My driver will take you home. And until you’ve made your decision, I think it’s best you keep your distance from Harlan. I don’t want him influencing your decision.”I barely suppress the urge to roll my eyes. “I am not an air-head, Mr. Rousseau. I’m very capable of making my own decisions and standing by them.”The man doesn’t look co

39 — CHAOS ON THE BALCONY

SCARLETTHe steps back suddenly, sinking both hands into the pocket of his slacks.“You’ll find out in due time. In the meantime, I’d advise you to dump that cheque and make sure Harlan never finds out about it.”I lift my chin, “or what?”He smiles again. But it holds no warmth. “You should trust me. I’ve been a firsthand recipient of my brother’s wrath. And I almost didn’t make it out alive.”My next breath gets stuck in my throat. It’s so hard to read Nick’s closed off expression, but I have a nagging feeling that there’s so much I do not know about Harlan.So much that would scare me to death. He gives me a salute and turns to leave, “consider yourself warned, Ms. Whitmore.”I watch him go, fighting the conflicting feelings that are currently flaring inside of me.Should I just leave? Disappear with Mr. Rousseau’s cheque? A split second later, I come to a decision. One that I highly suspect will get me killed.I decide to stay. One last time.“Where’s your brother?” I call ou

40 — WHY AM I HERE?

SCARLETT THE NEXT DAY… Harlan did not contact me throughout last night. I left the Rousseau mansion almost fourteen hours ago, and I haven’t received a single call or text from him. I guess he’s too busy with Stephanie. The thought alone fills my throat with bile. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to think about him at all, but throughout the night, I was wide awake, torturing my poor brain with images of that kiss, wondering if he was bed with her. The nerve of him to ask me to stay away from Drake while he was all cuddled up with his childhood sweetheart. The fucking nerve. I arrive at Sterling Intercontinental Hotel at exactly 8 PM. Just like every other five-star hotel, it glows with quiet luxury. Golden chandeliers shimmer against the dark marble floors, and waiters in perfectly pressed uniforms drift between tables like ghosts. The air smells faintly of butter, wine and expensive perfume. Even the soft clink of crystal glasses sounds rich. “Liorah,”

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