Scaramouche Novels & Stories

someone purred, moving to stand in front of me, blocking Matteo from my view. The girl stood way too close to me, her flowery perfume filling up my nostrils. She batted her thick eyelashes and licked her red-painted lips. “I am Scarlet,” she said, slipping on the bar stool next to me. “And you must be Alessandro?” I narrowed my eyes at her and batted her lashes again. “Everyone has been talking about Conti’s son being in town, and these nights it is always the same people attending. I figured the new face might be the guy who is the talk of the town.”

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Charlotte slammed her glass on the table too loudly, her eyes mirroring the same hatred that Jasmine felt. This was what they had in common, Jasmine realized as she downed her glass—their shared burning hatred for Scarlet Scott. “I thought we would have destroyed her by now,” Charlotte whispered, her hands trembling in rage. Jasmine rolled her eyes, trying not to focus on Scarlet’s smiling face on the screen. “She’s like a cockroach that refuses to die, always acting like she is above us.” Charlotte scoffed irritably, “do you know she even rejected my apology?” “What?” Jasmine exclaimed.

She sighed in frustration as she looked away from him; she didn't want to give him the impression that she wanted him “ I think it's time to stop this joke, Let me go!” Scarlet muttered, struggling to free herself from his grip. But then she froze when she noticed Damien’s face, a few inches away from hers. Slowly, she shut her eyes, waiting to feel his lips against hers, but then nothing happened; unhurriedly, she unfurled her eyes, only to see Damien glancing directly into her eyes as a malicious smile appeared on his lips. He slowly let go of her and walked into the bathroom without sparing another gaze at her.

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

Matthew lounged behind his desk with a blonde employee perched on his lap, her lips grazing his jaw, her hands running over him like he wasn’t sitting in a damn office. Pathetic. My hand slid into my pocket as my gaze hardened on him. “Long time, brother,” he smirked, stroking the woman’s thigh like he wasn’t ashamed. The word brother dripped with mockery. I ignored him and fixed my gaze on the woman. “Get out.” The cold edge in my voice made her freeze. She glanced at Matthew like she needed his approval first. He leaned to whisper something in her ear and only then did she rise and scurry past me, leaving behind her perfume and cheap desperation.

With a scowl, she lunged forward and gave me a hard shove. Caught off guard, I stumbled back and crashed into a massive display cabinet filled with bottles of expensive wines and liquor.

The baby was watching Scars avidly, now hugging the bunny tightly. “You’re making goo-goo eyes at him,” Zoe whispered, kissing Keira on the top of her head, wondered if she was talking to her daughter or to herself. “You’ve fallen for the charm, have you? Careful, little flower – careful of any man who comes bearing gifts, and especially this one.” “I know you’re vegetarian,” Scars said as she reached the kitchen. “Rebel told me.” “Yeah.” “So I got you a pizza with double cheese, mushrooms, and mild red pepper. Cool?”

This was just a normal dinner with a lonely businessman who'd been foolish enough to fall for my scam. In an hour, I'd walk out of here, cash the check, and disappear forever. But with the way he was staring at me right now, it was like Damien Romanov had no intention of letting me walk out at all. Dessert arrived. Some elaborate confection involving gold leaf and raspberry coulis. But I barely tasted it. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to leave. To take the money and run. But silly me stood still. Damien was watching me with those ice-blue eyes, and something about his gaze made it impossible to move. Like a rabbit frozen in the sight of a wolf.

One dark mocking eyebrow that matched his inky dark hair raised up, "Is that so?" "Yes!" I snapped, "And I won't let you ruin our relationship. I want you to get out. I don't want him coming here and thinking I have something to do with you. Get out. Now!" Roman calmly adjusted his cufflinks, "It seems you've managed to capture the heart of the only prince charming left in the real world. I hope he's everything you say he is, Miss Aurora" Miss? Was he crazy? I waited for him to walk out before turning to the vase of flowers he had left behind and hurling it away from me with a ferocious roar.