Scott So Novels & Stories

'Such a domineering tone!' Suddenly, Darryl had an idea; he smiled and said, "Tell me, please, who is Ms. Scott? How would she make me suffer?" The assistant sighed; she thought that the bodyguard was an idiot who wanted to stall instead of apologizing. She shook her head. "This is Miss Sunny Scott, the most popular female celebrity in Dalton Entertainment. You will definitely lose your job if you upset her." 'Oh, Dalton Entertainment? Your president just drank my piss.'

Her heart started to thump giddily. “No... No drink, thank you,” Veronica refused, giving him a thin smile as she added deliberately, “I generally, find that alcohol and business don’t mix at all.” Giving a small shrug, Sasha opened the dining-room door for her and waited for Veronica to precede him inside. As she did so, Veronica caught the clean, sharp scent of his freshly showered body and the giddying thump of her vulnerable heart became a frighteningly heavy ache. “I... I’ve brought the estimates down with me,” she told him quickly, lifting the papers she was holding in front of him, but Sasha shook his head.

I let out a slow breath as Scott sauntered into the room. It wasn't unusual for him to be here. He worked security. It was the way he was slowly walking through the room, looking at each woman as though he was a prospective client, which caught my attention. He always made it a point to not interact much with the working women. I watched him curiously as he made his way over to me. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever had the privilege of laying eyes upon," Scott smiled down upon me as he stopped in front of me.

I smirked while looking at it. Ha, SSA is really scary. Who'd have guessed they'd have these treasures in here? I believe they are unaware, but I am aware of their existence, and I will do my best to make them mine. I shouldn’t waste this opportunity and I must take them on my side. SSA don’t value them, but I know their worth.

Samantha said. “Let’s get going then,” Scott said and smacked her ass slightly. “Ouch!” She purred. Scott took her to a hotel just opposite the club and checked into his regular room. Room 50. It was well arranged like he had not been there the night before with another Lady. Scott was a blonde 26 years old with blue eyes and a muscular body that any woman would fall for except Tyler of course. Besides the fact that Scott was Valerie’s boyfriend, Tyler always said he had the looks of a pretty cheater.

Nathan professionally stated before passing the microphone to Scott. “Good day. I’m Scott Smith, captain of the basketball team. Maybe you’re wondering why I’m here when I should be dribbling a ball over there... At our gymnasium,” Scott started, making the crowd laughed and giggled. “But yeah, I’m right here because I wanted to support my friend... So I guess, I’ve got what it takes to be his vice president. So please vote for me. Thanks.”

I inquired, “We could only gather information about him, boss,” “Spit it,” “Scott Feelz, the CEO of Scandals Arts, holds a low profile in the society, one wouldn't guess him as the CEO of such an enterprise,” “Scott? A CEO?? Wow! I guess he improved with his life,” Shawn lets out with wide eyes, amazement clearly shown on his face. I'm also surprised with Diego's findings, Scott was indeed doing good for himself, which had me thinking how she was faring. Maybe she was doing great too?

He asked, "Do you know Mr. Scott?" Zoey took a sip of wine and replied, "I don't know him." Tim was relieved. He said, "I know you're not one to mince words, and you don't like social gatherings. I should warn you that Mr. Scott is not someone to be trifled with. He's powerful. We should avoid him. If we can't, a polite hello is enough." Tim had reason to be worried. Zoey was beautiful and popular. She had been harassed in Novarvia before, even if she said she was married.

Scott replied, finally turning his attention to Ezra after he made sure his golf ball had successfully entered into the hole. "At last." Ezra watched as Scott walked to him. "What’s so important that you couldn’t just share it over the phone?" Scott sat on a chair and poured himself a glass of Louis XIII Cognac, drinking it quickly. "You haven't been following the news lately, have you?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone. "What news? And please tell me it’s not about some scandal involving you and a woman from a club," Ezra replied, half-jokingly.

I smiled at him. “I’m Scott. I play percussion. You are Scarlet, right?” he asked. “Oh, yes. Hi, Scott.” I reached out my hand to him. “Pleasure.” He shook my hand. Scott smiled. He was pretty charming, and he looked younger than me. He had black hair under his cap, covering his forehead. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you… Japanese?” I guessed, trying to be friendly and making small talk. “I’m actually Korean,” he corrected, then grinned.