ALEXOh happy day indeed.Everything was working perfectly today. I’d woken up well rested, breakfast had coincidentally been what I’d been craving all night, I’d just closed a deal that had stressed me for months, and now I was face to face with the woman whose face filled my dreams.Despite my phone getting cracked, the moment couldn't be more perfect.The deal I’d closed just minutes ago was such an amazing milestone for myself and my new business partner that we’d decided that a celebratory dinner would be required to officially seal the terms of the project.My business partner had suggested that I do him a favor and bring a date, that he's noticed during our interactions that I’ve been a bit stuck up and he’s certain that a woman’s touch would lighten me up.The only reason I didn't immediately turn down that idea was because Scarlett was the first person that came to mind and I knew her presence would definitely do wonders for me, I’d be fucking ecstatic and proud to have her o
LOGANOne fucking week in oblivion.That’s what being iced out by Scarlett felt like, and it was much worse because I was living with Ashley now and couldn't hope to bump into Scarlett at home and demand an explanation for her recent behavior towards me.Death would be a much kinder sentence than losing access to Scarlett, I and my wolf knew it, as did my vampire half. We craved her presence more than sanity, more than life itself, and though I saw her almost every day, she barely said a word to me, and it was driving me insane because getting the cold shoulder only made me want her more.For someone who’d offered me her wrist a week ago, her sudden switch in behavior was puzzling, maddening even.The worst part was that I couldn't find a way to get her alone so we could hash things out because Ashley seemed to be shadowing my every move. I’d texted Scarlett countless times so we could talk over the phone instead, but she didn't even bother to open my messages.All I got from her was
SCARLETTI blinked severally, disbelief blinding me where I stood.The scene played over and over in my head, but it still made no sense. I couldn't understand what Charles could’ve possibly done to deserve a punch that might as well killed him on the spot and my blood was boiling endlessly seeing that Logan didn't care that he’d unjustly knocked out an innocent man.Frozen in place, I recounted the events of the past few minutes in hopes of figuring out Logan’s twisted line of reasoning.Charles had approached me cheerily and stated that he recognized me from a youtube video where I’d done the makeup of five fashion idols under an hour for a vogue shoot while I was working for CTO and we’d immediately hit it off.He later revealed that he was an ex-makeup artist before he picked up fashion designing as a passion, but since he's been unable to make a stable career out of it, he's been using his sales degree to work at Logan’s firm while he saves up to open a business of his own.For t
SCARLETTMom was introducing me to the 100th man in her life today and I wasn't even joking. If my memories were correct, then during the time I lived with Mom, she had changed men more than she had changed her hairstyle. It was something I had grown used to. It was shameful and painful to watch my mom go around from one wealthy and powerful male to another. She didn't care and there was no on or off switch about who she seduced, as long as their pockets were loaded. My cheeks stung as I remembered the slap and public embarrassment I'd suffered on high school prom day. It was from a friend because apparently, the man mom had gone on a month-long vacation with was her dad. And this was a friend who had confided in me that her happy family was falling apart because her dad cheating.It was the end of one of the most genuine friendships I've ever had. That night was also the last night I saw Mom. I couldn't handle her behavior anymore and I did that one thing I've always wanted to do.
SCARLETTAlpha Vaughn did the introductions. "This is Logan Vaughn, my first son, Alexander Vaughn, my second, and Blake Vaughn, my last son for now," then he threw a suggestive wink at my mom. But that was even the least of my concerns. I was too focused on Logan Vaughn, the man who ruined my life and turned everything upside down but he wasn't even looking at me. His eyes had met mine briefly when his father did the introductions but that was it, no flicker of recognition flashed in his cold eyes. It looked like he didn't recognize me. For the past two years, I've had to live in absolute misery because of what he did to me but it seemed like he didn't even recognize me. Of course, I wasn't the only one whose life he had ruined, I was just a number and nothing important. My anger multiplied but there was nothing I could do, I couldn't cause a scene, at least not now.The second son, Alexander, who looked like a carefully crafted perfect image and looked like something that belong
SCARLETTI woke up to the best news the next morning. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that my biggest dream had been handed over to me on a platter of gold like this. After I lost my business to Logan Vaughn, I had to do anything I could lay my hands on which included working part-time at a convenience store and a cafe and that meant that I had to give up on my dream of running a beauty business. At least for now. I just wanted to do anything that'd fetch me money to pay back my loans that wouldn't stop mounting. But that didn't stop me from searching for jobs that'd make me live out my dreams and I had almost given up because I couldn't get one. And now, a job offer as an assistant makeup artist at one of the biggest talent agencies was sitting right in my mail. I couldn't believe it.“For the love of God, Scarlett, why are you screaming?” Emma, my best friend and roommate screamed back at me. “Emma, you won't believe this, I... I...” I couldn't even get the words out s
SCARLETT “What?” My voice sounded hollow even to my own eyes and I found myself turning slightly to look at him. He was still looking straight ahead, hands jammed into the pockets of his trousers and an unreadable expression on his face before he turned to look at me and the lump in my throat grew in size. He did not even make any move to move closer to me, yet I found myself staggering back a little. “I asked if you enjoy watching.” “What? I don’t… what are… I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” “You don’t,” his voice sounded like mockery and the corners of his lips lifted in a sardonic smirk, one that made my heart thump faster and made it almost impossible to breathe. “No, I don’t,” I said in a brave voice even though bravery was the last thing I was feeling right now, “and if you’ll excuse me,” I started for the elevator’s door, grateful that it had reached the ground floor and the door would slide open anytime soon. It was supposed to stop anytime soon but rig
SCARLETTFive days later and I still couldn’t get the mental image of his long fingers casually brushing over my wet folds out of my mind. I know it was crazy and obscene to even think of him that way, to relive those tortuous 50 seconds where my stepbrother-to-be had caressed my wet folds and shoved his hand into my face to show me how wet and aroused watching him fuck another girl’s mouth had made me. Heck, he had derided me while at it and made me feel like a dirty slut but still, his words aside, his fingers had been the best thing to ever touch me. And it had been just for a couple of seconds! I hated myself for reacting to him, hated myself for not being able to put him out of my mind. I’d have said I was never going to see him again but I wasn’t going to let go of a dream job just because of an asshole. A dream job that I got fair and square. But at least, I could say I wasn’t going to see him and his brothers again outside of a formal setting. That was until Mom forced me