Scott So Novels & Stories

“Samuel, who’s inside the fucking room?” “No one...” Scott replied. Then, he added, “I watch porn!” “Dude,” Scott amused. “Would it be possible to watch it together? “Fuck off!” Samuel said with irritation and I heard footsteps disappear after a moment. There would be no one to save me. *********

"Go ahead." Scott stood up and walked towards Jack's room. He grabbed the doorknob and went inside. He slowly walked toward the bed and stared at his employer's face for a long time without saying a word. A few minutes later. Scott took a long breath and said, "Hello, sir! This is Scott. I would like to report to you that the company is doing well under my management. You have nothing to worry about because everything in the company is under my control. I have been taking good care of Briana and your son as well. I did my best to fill your shoes in Briana's life," he stated proudly.

He had no reason to lie—we didn’t even know each other. Mr. Scarpa remained seated, calm and still like moving would break something sacred. He pointed toward a tiny device tucked near the gloves. “Those are cameras. Hidden. My men found them and brought them to me. As a man who avoids scandal, I needed to see why he had these. I was thinking, was he trying to blackmail me too after sleeping with my wife? You just happened to walk in at the wrong… or maybe right time.” I frowned, my gaze dragged back to the gloves. The two little black dots were indeed cameras. Cameras. Benedetto did this?

Caroline declared. Scott's eyes reddened gradually, but he chuckled. "Your hatred for me seems to have reached an irreducible point." "So, you do have self-awareness," Caroline remarked. Scott replied, "I don't think I've done anything wrong, no matter how much you hate me. Hence, I will never repent." Scott suppressed his pain and composed himself before saying, "On the other hand… I won't go to prison either." He looked up to meet Caroline's gaze. Caroline frowned, wondering, 'Scott is not drinking because he feels troubled about exposing himself. In that case, why then?'

“He looked like a fucking stormtrooper. What was I supposed to say, welcome to Star Wars and suck a laser cock?” Dante, Adriano and Raphael coughed into their glasses to hide laughs. Of course, they did. Claire took a slow sip of her wine, then looked at Scott like she was debating whether to say it. “You know what my favorite thing about you is?” she asked. Scott frowned, “There’s more than one?” “Oh no,” she said lightly. “It’s that you have the confidence of a man who has never once been right, but refuses to accept it.” Scott stared at her, “I’m right all the time.”

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling thirsty. I went out to drink some water and found Leon still in the meeting, with his subordinates reporting to him. I caught a glimpse of his profile. I had always known he was hot and handsome, but from the side, his sharp facial features stood out even more. Even though he was sitting sideways on the couch, his tall frame was still evident. He was focused on his laptop, occasionally giving instructions to his subordinates. I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating.

“And you, hope you brought good tidings?” “I’m… I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered, eyes darting between me and Scott. “The vampires… they’re killed. We can’t find the cure yet.” Scott did not move at once. He stood still, shoulders relaxed, his stare fixed on the trembling messenger. I watched his jaw tighten, the faintest tick breaking through his calm mask. “You came into my presence,” Scott said finally, his tone low but hard, “with nothing but excuses. Do you mistake me for a man who tolerates failure?”

“Cute.” “It’s not,” I said immediately. Scott glanced up at me, then back down at the screen. “No,” he agreed. “It’s not.” He dropped his bag onto the table and pulled out his system… compact, sleek, dangerous-looking. He connected my phone with a cable and powered everything on. The screens flared to life. Lines of code spilled across them like a living thing. I stepped closer without realizing it, drawn in by the movement, by the promise of answers. Scott’s demeanor shifted instantly… casual stripped away, replaced by sharp focus. His fingers flew, typing commands so fast they blurred.

In his room, Vincent introduces Scott to Anderson. Anderson frowned at first, then stood up to approach Scott, who was standing next to Vincent. "Did you change your mind and finally want to work for Horus?" With a sharp look at Scott, Anderson asked. Scott swallowed hard. Vincent's brow furrowed when he saw Anderson's reaction to Scott. "Yes, Al... sir. I mean, sir." Scott replied nervously. He didn't dare look into Anderson's eyes for too long. "Good, so you have chosen your place?" Scott nodded again. Vincent was still watching and didn't interrupt until Anderson turned to him and raised the corners of his lips.