Novel & Cerita Scott X Vincent

Not wanting to argue with her anymore, I simply said coldly, "Bernadette, you traitor! Stop the car. I want to get out." A flicker of hesitation crossed Bernadette's eyes, and she softened her tone. "Vince, just listen to me. We'll talk when we get home." Just then, the front door swung open. Eyes crinkled in a smile, Scott came running out of the villa with his arms wide toward Bernadette. "Bernadette!" He hooked his arms through hers. "You promised to take me out to buy a birthday present today. I've been waiting at home for ages."

Xander asked pretending not to know me, but I just stared still not moving. Xander Grey and Cassian DeNoych, well-known billionaires, they were friends with Vincent Noir and they were known for always chatting with Vincent, it's like they were magnets, always dragging him along. "Come here," Vincent said, gesturing and tapping on the seat next to him, I nodded and sat down, he gazed to see if I was comfortable and reached for a glass, then took a sip. "You became more pretty, I can't believe you are back!" Xander said and turned to Vincent.

Scott said and smiled broadly. "Huh? What's with that smile? Is he drunk?" Kylie thought as she looked at him closely. "I think he is. Hey! Scott,you should stop drinking. You'll drink the whole bottle at this point" Kylie said as she took the glass from him. "That's my plan....the whole bottle. I'm drinking it all" Scott said and giggled "See? I'm almost done with the whole bottle" Scott said and raised the bottle. "By the way... The wine smells so nice. I can't help but take a sip" Kylie said as she tried to take the bottle of wine.

He went back to his previous position and stood still, leaning on the wall with his legs and arms crossed. I turned to look at Xavier who had the most dreadful look on his white face, it even look like he would snap Devin's neck within the twinkle of an eye. He moves closer with his shoulders high like they could no longer lap beside him. "X-Xa Xavier?" I stuttered "I needed to keep the books up" I moved back. I didn't know what I was scared of, either the murderous look on his face or the fact that he seems to be scowling at Devin who in return had the same dreadful look.

Vince uttered and took a deep breath. "I'm not talking about her work here, although that one is there also, what I'm referring to is your son, Axel," Mr. Scott said, he planned to guilt trap Vince since he was the one that brought the idea of a marriage between the both of them at first. And his plans turned out to work well, seeing the expression on Vince's face.

As fucked up as that it, I’ve come to accept that this is Spencer’s way of trying to set us up for the real world. Once in a while, he reminds us about how there are those who will always seek to take what we have away from us. It is only now that I’m coming to fully grasp the truth in those lessons. How ironic how he happens to be the first person, who’s tried to take something away from me. Hockey. “I’ll do anything to make you win,” Scott is saying, almost like he’s reading off a manual. In a way, he reminds me of Vincent. I can easily picture the two of them getting along. “You can count on that.”

Katrina calls out as they both start shooting and waiting for the beep of the computer before the next shot. Jonathon looks back at Vince when he finishes his last shot. Seeing him put down the gun; he smiles realising he didn’t register any of his shots. “Let’s see how you both faired” Vince states, as the television screen shows the targets. “Target 1 is Scott’s. 38 out of 50 points. Not bad” Vince states as his friends high five and pat him on the back. “Target 2; Jonny’s. 46 points. Well done.” “How the fuck did you beat me?” Scott seethes, glaring at Jonathon.

He winks before reaching put for the glass of champagne she was taking before he interrupted her and hands it to her finally. "Where is the lucky husband?" He asks as Gabrielle sips on the bubbly beverage before looking at Vincent who is just behind Scott, the general manager of the hotel. "Congratulations man. Didn't come to my expectation that this kiddo will actually bear someone's name... Scott McHale." He reaches out his hand to him which Vince reluctantly accepts. "I used to take this kiddo for a horse ride when she was this smal..." he says motioning his hand just right in front of his waist like measuring Gab when she was a girl.