LOGANA whiff of lavender woke me, and when I looked down at the precious woman in my arms, I couldn’t help but smile broadly.After a hectic day at the office and the bustle of the Moxie fundraiser, I decided that the best way for us both to get a good night’s rest would be to sleep in each other’s arms so we headed back to Ashley’s apartment after the event.I hadn’t slept this well in forever, and it seemed the same could be said for Ashley.Normally, she’d have sent me a good morning text at this time, but now she was sleeping soundly in my arms like she didn’t have a single care in the world.Even asleep, she was a marvelous sight. Her ginger hair looked stunning scattered all around her, the sunlight peeking through the window made her freckled nose appear unbelievably adorable, her thick lashes framed her gorgeous eyes and her plump rosy lips enthralled me as she parted them while snoring lightly.The more I stared, the more I realized the unbreakable hold she had on my heart.
SCARLETTMom and Alpha Vaughn’s sudden arrival was more of an impromptu decision than one mom agreed to.From mom’s rant about their honeymoon being cut short, I gathered that they had to halt their plans and head back because he had an impromptu pack matter to attend to, she didn’t give me any details as to what it entailed.One one hand, I hoped that their arrival would create a much needed buffer between me and the Vaughn brothers and stop me from making any foolish decisions around them. On the other hand, I wasn’t so thrilled that my mom could barge into my room anytime and engage me in unwanted girl talk.Just like she was doing right now.“All of these would look amazingggg on you!” she handed me a bundle of knitted sweaters, and I was truly surprised that she remembered I liked them.She even got them in all my favorite colors and that completely warmed my heart.“Thank you mom, they’re really lovely,” I said while admiring how much younger she looked since they returned.What
ALEXI couldn't believe my ears.Somehow, I’d stumbled on the most awkward conversation while walking past Scarlett’s room earlier today. I could've left, but I leaned against the railing and tuned into the conversation, mostly to gather more proof that I was right about her and her mother’s wretched intentions.But instead, I ended up confused.When her mother suggested that she meet up with Micheal, I’d expected her to immediately jump at the offer. Especially because he was one of the most eligible bachelors that doubled as a billionaire and women were constantly dying for a chance to meet him. Even Maeve had a fleeting obsession with him before we started fucking.So, it was completely mind boggling that Scarlett hadn't heard of him before and even after her mother spelt out what he was worth, she still refused to meet with him.None of it made sense, mostly because her mother made her gold digging personality very obvious in the way she flaunted dad’s riches here and there. If sh
SCARLETTAs soon as the morning light crept into my room and woke me up, everything that happened the last night came rushing back.I barely had time to dwell on it when I returned to my room because I was so exhausted and sore that I passed out the second my head touched my pillow. But now that I was awake and aware of what I’d done, I had to hug myself to quell the shame brimming wickedly in my guts.Christ. What the hell was I thinking?Frankly, I hadn’t been thinking straight since mom came to my room and sprung all that crap about misusing my opportunities and needing to marry into wealth. After I took a bath, my thoughts were all over the place and I was restless. I tried to watch a comfort show but I couldn’t focus, I tried to watch YouTube makeup tutorials but that was also a bust.Then at 2am, I got out of bed with an intention to take a walk downstairs and maybe spend the rest of the night in the library, but I found myself knocking at Alex’s door instead. Till now, I have n
SCARLETTAnna had asked me to work on a lower ranked model’s makeup for a shoot since Maeve didn’t need my services for the afternoon. Maeve had been invited as a member of a fashion panel at a Vogue event so her makeup was being done across me by a makeup artist sent from Vogue.For some reason, she kept talking to me the entire time, barely allowing me focus on the other model’s makeup.“Can you believe how easily we clicked? And now, we’re literally best friends, it’s amazing when I think of it,” Maeve winked childishly and I truly wondered how she’d not figured out the the friendship was one sided.“Have you seen the magazine that was basically a picture compilation from the Moxie fundraiser? It was sold out the second it dropped but I snagged one from Anna, and guess what?” she smiled expectantly, waiting patiently for me to respond.“Let me guess, there’s a lovely picture of you and Alex in it?” I played along.But god knows my throat dried up at the mention of Alex, especially
SCARLETTI heard an impatient rapping on my door while I was on my way out of the bathroom, barely covered up.“Give me a minute,” I called out while hurrying to put on a T-shirt.My lower half was still bare and I’d barely gotten the shirt overly head when the door was pushed open and I screamed before quickly wrapping my hands around myself protectively.“Chill out kiddo, it's just me,” mom laughed and shut the door behind her.“Can I have some privacy to dress up?” I frowned while I tugged the shirt down and reached for a pair of shorts.She looked at me like I’d grown two heads, “what's some tatas and butt cheeks that I haven't seen before? besides, you're my child, I’ve seen it a hundred times while you were growing.”Says the woman who was barely there while I raised and parented myself all by myself.“It’s not the same thing,” I rolled my eyes and zipped my shorts, “so, what's this important thing that couldn't wait a minute and caused you to barge in?”In a second, her express
ALEXMy mind was a mess, every corner of it was ridden with memories of her and all the insane things her body did to me.I couldn't think straight, and each time I thought I was, she crept in and I got lost in thoughts afresh.All of it made no sense, how did I get here? To this point where Scarlett, the materialistic whore was an obsessive thought? It was fucking annoying, she of all people should be at the farthest ends of my mind.But strangely, I’d grown addicted to the thoughts of her. Each time I relived a scene where I was fucking her, my entire body got heated and my dick was begging to be slid into her again. Most times it got so bad that I had to stroke myself to the thought of her wet, tight pussy clenching around my length mercilessly like it usually did.No matter what I did, I couldn’t fight off the urge to touch her again. She was every fucking where, in my dreams, in the bottom of my martini, in my head, in the blank worksheets, and in the bathroom mirrors.My entire
SCARLETT“Take that off, Scarlett, I beg you in the name of the moon goddess,” mom pushed me back into the room when I’d just finished getting ready for the date with Michael.I looked down at dress and wondered what was wrong with it.“This is the loveliest dress I have mom, what's the problem?” I placed both hands on my waist defensively.Her eyes swept over me from head to toe and she shook her head bitterly. “It’s just wrong, all of it, so yeah… take them off.”Before I could respond, a red haired woman in her thirties waltzed in while two others carried a heap of clothes and shoes while following closely behind her.“Ah, Charlotte, welcome,” my mom smiled and they both exchanged cheek kisses as greetings.Meanwhile, the clothes and shoes had been dumped on my bed and I was still confused as to what was going on.“Is this the girl I’m styling?” her accent was British and sophisticated.My mom nodded at that question so she walked over to me and grabbed me by my shoulder before tur