Chasing Scarlett: A Breeder Romance
“Shut your damn mouth.”
It—she—chuckles. “I would, if I had one.” It darts towards the TV, beckoning me over. “This should interest you.”
I follow, stopping by my prized, white leather couch, just as the news reaches my ears. Somewhere within the last one hour, Chase Enterprises HQ burned to the ground, leaving several casualties, one of which happens to be Alexander and guess who the hell is crying in front of the hospital, gathered by the press, saying, “Scarlett did this. She’s been trying to ruin the company for months now! Her statements at the funeral are proof enough!”