Semua Bab Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin : Bab 1 - Bab 10

SCARLETT I sat across the coffee counter, clearly invested in my phone until it was snatched from me.“Hey! Give me that!” I yelled at Tessa, my best friend who had just deprived me of my phone.“Quit whining, you've been watching his interviews for an unhealthy length of time,” she said, throwing her arms in the air. I adjusted in my chair, trying to reach out to my phone.“It's just one interview.”“It's not just one. I don't really see the appeal behind the addiction to this man,” Tessa blurted out.“Of course you wouldn't understand, he is Simon Laurent, the billionaire businessman,” I mentioned excitedly.“Yes, and?” Tessa asked, visibly rolling her eyes at me.“C'mon you're no fun, can't you see?” I started, “He's sexy, hot and makes me we..”“Okay, enough. Spare me the horrid details, I have work to do anyways,” Tessa finalized and returned my phone.I smiled faintly and was about to return to the interview when I received a call from my mom.“Hey mum, what now?” I asked curio

SCARLETT I tossed around the bed aimlessly, I was unable to close my eyes to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Simon Laurent standing in my doorway, staring at my legs and lips like he was imagining something he shouldn't.I checked the time, 3:17 AM. At this point there was no point of trying to sleep. I climbed out of bed and padded barefoot across the room wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and tiny sleep shorts. I poured myself a glass of water from the crystal decanter near the shelves trying desperately not to think about Simon.My thoughts betrayed me instantly. The way his voice deepened when he said my name. The terrifying feeling that he wanted to touch me.“Stop,” I whispered to myself. This was sick, he is my stepfather now. Even if technically they weren't related by blood, it didn't matter, it was still shameful and disgusting. So why couldn't I stop imagining him?Why did my thighs press together every time I remembered the way he looked at me?I think I n

SCARLETT That night, while I cleaned myself up, I couldn't help but imagine being pressed under Simon. My hand traced in between my thighs, plunging my finger into my warm hole. Thoughts about the garden, how Simon brushed my lips, how he would have taken me possessively filled my head making me increase my pace. I pressed my hands against my lips to suppress my moans. I went faster until I could feel my insides collapsing.By morning, I could feel the ache between my legs, whatever it was I strongly desired to feel Simon in me. This was becoming a serious problem because whatever existed between us wasn't just harmless tension anymore, it was escalating and I was beginning to lose control of myself around him.***The mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon. Mum had gone shopping in the city with friends, leaving me alone again in the enormous estate. Soft jazz echoed faintly through the house speakers.I sat curled on the couch in the library pretending to read. I'd reread the

SCARLETTI didn't see Simon for two days. He left before sunrise and came back after midnight, and ate dinner in his study. If mom noticed, she didn't say anything because she was too busy planning Monaco.Two days of silence and pretending like my skin wasn't still burning where his hands had been. But it didn't work. I kept my voice flat, kept my dress past my knees for the first time since we moved in.“You've been quiet,” mom said on the third night, pushing salad around her plate. “Everything okay, honey?”“Fine,” I said too fast. “Just tired.”Simon didn't look up from his wine but I felt it anyway. That weight, that stare, like he was counting every lie I told.After dinner I went straight upstairs, locked my door and told myself it was enough.At 1:14 AM there was a knock, there's soft taps. My heart stopped, because I knew who that belonged to.“Scarlett.” Simon's voice through the door, low and controlled.I didn't answer or move. My back was pressed against the door like it

SCARLETT The next week was weird and uncomfortable. Simon became polite and distant around the house. He avoided my gaze at dinners. Simon barely spoke to me, like he was trying to avoid the temptation again. It was exactly what it should be, but it felt like punishment to me.“Simon's in a mood lately,” Mom said over breakfast, frowning at her phone. “Probably work stress.”I nodded and pushed the eggs around my plate, I wasn't interested in this discussion not while he was the topic. The truth was much worse than what she thought.The next afternoon, I went to the city's library to clear my head, there were too many memories. I was buried in novels when someone sat across from me.“Scarlett, right?”I looked up, I had seen this guy from a seminar we'd attended. He was tall, nice and with a friendly smile.“Hey,” I said, closing my book. “What are you doing here?”“Studying,” he said, eyes dropping to my mouth. “Unless you want to study somewhere else, coffee's on me.”I forced a sm