Scott So Novels & Stories

It was Scott. Scott's hair was gelled, and he wore an Anima shirt, Versace shorts, shiny leather sandals, and an Omega watch on his wrist. What caught Carrie's attention was the huge bouquet of roses that Scott held as he walked toward her with an anxious expression. "Hi, Scott. Did you buy a new car?" Carrie took a few glances before recognizing that the man walking over was Scott. "Yes, I bought it earlier this month," replied Scott, who had been feeling anxious ever since he saw Chloe on a date with Logan.

lied Robert, relishing the idea of a quiet morning with his daughter. "In fact," said Scott, "I need to run. Promised I'd join a couple of the guys for breakfast at the hotel. Give 'em a moral boost with my presence." He drained his coffee cup and set it on the end table before going to the front door and picking up the keys to his SUV. Robert heard him open the door and pull it closed as he sprinted towards his SUV. "Twat," Robert muttered as he put Scott's coffee cup in the sink.

The man seemed older, and I saw a scar that striped down his forearm as he raised his hand in front of me with something glimmering as it dangled from his fingers. The keys glinted in the sunlight like baited hooks. Smooth, silver, and far too conspicuous. “My name’s Scott. I was just looking over here and wondered… Do you drive?” he asked, holding them out like I was supposed to be impressed. I gave him a once-over, taking in the custom-tailored shirt, the expensive watch that looked a size too big for his wrist, the whitened teeth that couldn’t quite disguise the decay in his grin. He was a mess of contradictions—both put-together and rough—and he seemed particularly out of place in a tave

“Sir, there’s a woman here insisting on seeing you. Says her name is Margaret Fontaine. Claims she’s on the board of Hunter Autos.” Scott’s brow furrowed. “Right. Tell her I’ll be there shortly.” He hung up. “Everything good?” Cooper asked. “Yes. Change of plans.” Scott stood. “Gerry will drop me at the office, then take you home.” “I thought we could talk business.” Scott knew Cooper—always working. “We will. Meantime, get some rest. Mia’s home. She can make you all the apple pie you want.” Cooper laughed. After dropping Cooper off, Scott headed straight to his office.

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

Everyone just goes silent in the room and I can tell that they are all looking at us. Scott takes a few steps forward and I get to enjoy the full view of his masculine self. He's in black jeans, black Chuck Taylor's and a white t-shirt that's making his biceps look bigger as always. His hair... Oh his beautiful hair is now long and covering a part of his forehead. "Kyrah," he whispers. "Scott," I whisper back.

Scott pointed to the seat next to Cameron and I took it without hesitation. Mr. Scott was a man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair cut short to his scalp and a huge built. I think he was well over six feet tall, much the same height as Cameron and his skin was a dark caramel. Overall, he was a very intimidating person that no one wanted to mess with. Hopefully, I hadn't done anything to get on his bad side either. "I-is this a-about Mr. A-Agnes?" I managed to stutter out past the lump in my throat.

All of them end up signing the deal without even minding if it ends up being more disadvantageous to them. The male is none other than Scott. He was currently in a black suit. His expression revealed an urgent need to be somewhere: "Prepare my car. I have somewhere to be", he said. "On it, sir", his assistant responded and left him to be. He took in a deep breath and palmed his raging boner. "Sophie, you came back without even bothering to ask us at all. Have you really forgotten us?" he muttered as he closed his eyes. It was as if he couldn't wait to disappear from here. Ever since Sophie came back, tension has been building in his body every passing hour, and it's about to burst out, which