Hello readers. We’ll get another brother’s POV in the next chapter. Who do you think it’d be?
LOGANHer type was the worst kind, no doubt. Anyone with a sixty sense or the equivalent could tell that she was the type of she-wolf that strategically clawed her way into people’s lives just for her personal gain. The type to act innocent and downtrodden just because she enjoys sympathy and ass-kissing. I knew that because of her defiant attitude when she was offered a settlement and how she went ahead to still play the pity card after meeting me. Only a pathetic and lazy person wouldn't understand that business wasn't personal, and she just happened to handed the short end of the stick.I’d tried my hardest to avoid her and every single thing she stood for, but of course, she had to waltz into my room uninvited and stumble on my true form.Immediately I set eyes on her, I was ridden with hatred and annoyance, so much that I didn't think twice before attacking her—it’d been far too long since I’d fed straight from a host’s veins and she deserved it anyways. What I hadn't expected
SCARLETTMy skin was crawling, literally! I’d desperately hoped that Maeve would forget about the weekend plans she’d forced on me, but seeing as I’d been stuck in her irritatingly bejeweled pink Porsche for the past half hour, she didn't forget. And what was making my skin crawl? The forced conversations and fake giggles I’d been forced to tolerate up until we pulled up at the venue.Granted, it was a luxurious and private venue that I’d have never been opportune to step foot in if Maeve hadn't extended an invite, but I’d prefer to be restricted to average fast food joints that my purchasing power could afford rather than be stuck with her.But it was too late for those preferences to save me, Maeve was already making introductions as we reached her ‘friends’.“Hey girls!” she flashed her signature fake grin at the bunch of overdressed yet scantily clad ladies whose attention had turned to us.Instead of responding, they all seemed to do a full body sweep of what Maeve was wearing
SCARLETT“Mhmm, I’m so drained,” Maeve sighed dramatically when we got back into her car.I peered up at her hopefully, “drained enough to send me home so you can go get some rest? I don’t mind taking the bus or an uber.” Her engine roared to life as her annoying chuckle floated through the car.“Oh, don't be silly girl, everyone knows that the answer to a drained body is some shopping to lift your spirits.”She quickly input the location of a shopping mall in the GPS and swerved into the next street without using her indicator.Not only was I being forced to go on a shopping spree, my precious life was also in danger.After about fifteen minutes of being tortured by listening to girly rap songs that made me want to rip off my ears, we finally pulled up at a glamorous mall that I’d never been to and Maeve excitedly led the way. The first store she dragged me into was no doubt a Gucci store, and my jaw was sweeping the floor as I looked at she prices of bags, shoes and clothes on the
ALEX I heard their bickering right from the gate, but I didn't believe that Maeve was in my home until I walked up the stairs to find her and Scarlett. Before now, she’d never stepped foot in my house and I intended to keep it that way. But of course, Scarlett who was oblivious and stubborn had somehow brought her over, ruining my attempt at keeping my work and sex life separate from my personal life.Way-to-fucking-go, Scarlett.The root of my current rage in question was pinned to a spot now while Maeve spread her arms in glee and rushed towards me.“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she shrieked annoyingly, “your house is a literal palace, babe!” She’d thrown her slender arms around me tightly now, and I made no move to hug her back. After a few seconds of failing at keeping my boiling fury at bay, I roughly peeled her off me and pushed her a few inches away.“What the hell are you doing here, Maeve? I don't remember agreeing to a home visit,” I questioned through gritted teeth, making no
SCARLETTA parched throat ruined the goodnight’s rest I was enjoying.After the hellish day I’d had with Maeve, closely followed by Alex’s assholery, I really needed a good twelve hours of sleep to regain my sanity. For a second, I contemplated changing out of the dress that stopped right below my ass and barely covered my tits, but I knew no one would be awake so I didn't bother.In the kitchen, I downed an entire glass in seconds. As I sighed satisfactorily, I heard an odd noise that made me halt.“Who’s there?” Radio silence.A window snapped shut and I almost jumped out of my skin before I felt the cold breeze. There was no one lurking, it was just the wind.“Off too bed, weirdo, you're starting to imagine things,” I told myself as I replaced the glass and made to exit the kitchen. “Give yourself more credit, Scarlet,” I heard the mockery in his tone loud and clear as his huge frame covered the entire kitchen door. “But of course, how could you give yourself any when you have a
SCARLETTHis huge palm was spread out under the ice dispenser, impatiently waiting for a cube to drop. Meanwhile, his other hand trapped me against the fridge by easily pinning both of my hands above my head. I don't remember how I got into that comprising position, but I found myself oddly attracted to his strength as I admire his ripped biceps. You shouldn't be enjoying this, except you're what he says you are, my subconscious taunts.Alex suddenly lodges his knee to spread my thighs apart and I let out a breathy moan despite the inner reprimand I just received.Fuck, I know it's wrong… but it—no, he makes it feel painfully amazing. “About time,” he’s holding an ice cube now, and hequickly places it in between his teeth and looks me over like a prey he’s about to devour.In one swift motion, his free hand rips my dress open in the middle, a raggedy tear that only exposes the top of my boobs, making them pour out of the dress. I gasp loudly at how his fingers graze my sensitive s
SCARLETTI was fully dressed for work by 6am, mostly because I hadn't slept a blink after Alex’s punishment in the middle of the night.From 3am, when I returned to my room with sore thighs and a throbbing core, I’d been overwhelmed with a thousand emotions that were tearing my guts apart. Most notable among those emotions were shame and insatiable desire.There was no denying how exhilarating and immensely pleasurable Alex’s torture was, in fact, I dare say it’s the best way a man has ever touched me. And those orgasms that turned my brain to mush? I’d never experienced that with anyone. Never.So of course, a part of me craved more of it, despite knowing how awfully wrong and shameful it was. I stayed up fighting off that insane desire for a man that berated me so harshly, but to no avail.Now, it was a few minutes after 8am, and the object of my sleepless night had just waltzed out of the house fully suited and looking like a literal snack—a forbidden one, the sweetest kind. After
SCARLETT“Would you like some coffee while you wait for your photoshoot?” I asked Maeve while I was packing up my makeup kit, I’d just done her makeup for a Vogue gig. She was busy staring at herself in the mirror, “you’re my sister in-law Scarlett, just get some other staff to run my errands,” she scoffed.Ken had told me that Maeve frustrated the last makeup artist with personal chores and her irritating tantrums so much that they all thought the poor lady was on the verge of insanity. Why then wouldn’t she let me do simple shit for her? Because she wanted to marry that asshole, Alex? Good riddance to bad rubbish, they’re a match made in heaven anyways. Says the woman he’s taken to heaven with his fingers, my wolf mocked.“Is there something else I can do for you?” I asked, making sure to ignore my wolf completely.“Yes,” she fished through her sparkling purse for a few seconds before revealing a card, “you're going to come to this sleepover with me and my girls and we’ll have th