LOGANI wouldn't let her ruin Scarlett’s mood when she only just woke up, no way. Before she could blab any further, I matched towards her, picked her off the floor, and threw her over my shoulder. As I stormed out of the house with her, I tuned out her endless whining and tried to do the same with my wolf’s murderous whispers concerning her. “Scarlett is up, you can take her home now,” I informed my brothers who started to rush towards me once they spotted me. Neither of them cared to ask about why Ashley was kicking her feet in the air and warning me to put her down, they just hurried towards the house like their lives depended on it and I could sense that their undying need to put Scarlett’s wellbeing over everything else would be a problem in the future. But that was the least of my worries until Ashley was put in her place.Once I found a spot behind the house where we could talk without disturbing anyone else, I placed Ashley down. “I know what you're going to say but you le
SCARLETTNo one else at the breakfast table shared my surprise.It was barely 9 am and moving men were moving through the house with Logan’s belongings but no one was asking any questions. In fact, they all seemed oddly quiet as they chomped down their meal like this was a usual occurrence.Blake and Alex were particularly getting on my nerves because they’d been giving me weird looks since last night while we drove home after another near death experience, and they were still giving me the same odd looks.I’d concluded that they were hiding something from me and some part of me wondered if they’d learned of my recent involvement with Logan and were actively judging me for it. Just as that thought registered, Logan joined us at the table and all three men exchanged odd glances that made my heart drop to my stomach.Did they really know? Fuckk.I swallowed hard and tried not to jump to any unnecessary conclusions, forcing a chunk of croissant down my desert dry throat to drown out my t
SCARLETT“Drop me off at the first bar we see on the way,” I told the taxi driver as I got into the back seat.Luckily, I was dressed in a pair of joggers that had a ten dollar note and I had my phone with me, so I didn't have to add being stranded and penniless to my long list of current burdens. It didn't take long before we stopped at a bar and brunch spot and I paid the driver before heading in and going straight to the bar area.“Give me your strongest drink,” I told the bartender and he rose a concerned brow in my direction before nodding.“You drinks are on me, you’re the prettiest girl that's walked in here today,” he winked before disappearing behind the thick shelves of liquor.The only reason I didn't walk out of the bar after being hit on while I was in the worst mood was because I didn't have the energy or cash to do so, so I just mounted a barstool and allowed my mind wander as I waited for the drink.God, I felt like a home wrecking, backstabbing bitch.First, it was Ma
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