Scarlett Bordeaux Hot Novels & Stories

SCARLETT’s POV. He was seated on the porch when I walked up to him, my silk night robe hanging loosely on my body. My hair was held up in a scarf and I knew I looked smoking hot underneath the robe. I was putting on the red pair of lingerie Maria bought and I loved it, it looked so beautiful on me and I knew for a fact that Adonis would go crazy just seeing it. He was long done with his call and was just sipping on a glass of champagne when I walked towards him, a sleazy smile on my face.

I dropped back on my bed, ready to surrender to the ache in my chest—when my phone finally pinged. My breath hitched. My sweet boy, No. 13 Dracula Estate, East Coast. My eyes widened. “Dracula Estate?” I muttered under my breath. The name itself sent a shiver down my spine. Why did it sound so dark… so dangerous? But excitement overpowered fear. I shot up from the bed like I’d been lit on fire. I had already bathed earlier, so I brushed through my hair quickly, changed into a fitted outfit that hugged all the right places, and sprayed a hint of cologne across my neck.

"Scarlett." ******

"Hey ugly bit**. Wanna try?' Someone's interrupts my count and I look up ,afraid at the intruder. To see the same girl who has been persistently being too friendly. With tattoos all the way down her arms. Piercings, almost everywhere on. Her lip, eyebrow... A cigarette in her between her fingers, as she offers it to me. I gulp and move my head in a no, ignoring her and lowering my head back in my arms. Continuing my count. 45000024.....45000025...... "Your loss. Anyways I have an inside information for you."

Wouldn’t it be great if she would ask Yohan Dixon about this? Scarlette Reddy sipped the cigarette and put an envelope on Sara Owen’s thighs. “Don’t forget to check them out in your spare time. Now, you can get out.” ... Scarlette Reddy poured two glasses of red wine and held her glass while crossing her long legs. “Do you think it will work?” Rudra Reddy held his glass and leaned back on the couch leisurely. “It must be.” She sipped. “Is she beautiful?” “She is foolish.” She smiled sarcastically.

“You’re right Hazel and oh Nina it’s important that you give us a colour to work with “ insisted Scarllet “Uhmm, I don’t have a beat colour but Aiden said Red looks good on me” I said with a small smile “No, red is going to be too shorty and then it will all collide with your hair colour …we need another colour , there’s a lot of colour options out there “ suggested Scarllet

“Scarlett! With the amount of silver that is in your blood, it will make you a permanent human within the week and there is a possibility that it could cause you to have a miscarriage...” “How?? No, that’s okay. I know how! Thank you, Teresa.” I walk away from them even though I could see Teresa had a little more to say, but there was someone I needed to talk to first. I head to Theodore’s room and knock on the door. It isn’t long before Theodore answers it, “Hey Scar, what can I do for you?” “Um... I was wondering if I could talk to Tina? Please?” “Sure, come on in, Tina! Scarlett is here to see you.”

Scarlett was feeling hot all over. Her heart was beating so fast. Kaleb’s solid chest was pinning her against the door, his arms keeping her from escaping. The scent of his spicy cologne easily filled her nostrils, and it added to her undisciplined excitement. As he spoke, she felt his hot breath against her forehead. He was gradually and most certainly moving down, his eyes fixed on her plum lips. ‘This man!’ Scarlett could not wrap her head around it. ‘He was just downright shameless!’

Scarlet approached from the side, her fingers, tipped with crimson polish, tracing the line of his jaw before sliding down his chest. She knelt beside the booth, her face level with his belt. With a deliberate slowness, she mouthed him through the fabric, her hot breath searing him. He gasped, his head falling back against the velvet upholstery.

My body ached to be touched, and the clothes were in the way. Keith touched my forehead and leaned over me. "Scarlett, Scarlett, you are in heat. Should I run you an ice-cold bath to calm you down?" He asked me, and I shook my head. I wanted him to make it go away. I did not want to sit in a cold bath. There was a force and aggression that came with my need. I wanted him now. "I need you to focus, or your mates will feel the pull. Your magic is too strong to override," he said, and I could not understand what he meant by it.