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Scarlett pulled the fluffy blanket tightly around her shoulders, her blue eyes shimmered, their color intensified by the bloodshot whites. She tightened her folded arms until she was practically holding herself. Clarissa peered at her, a look of worry in her eyes, “Do you want to talk about it?” She wiped frantically at her cheeks, her lips trembled, “It’s her, I know it’s her.” She fished for her phone and began talking aggressively, “It reads like her, the words in this article were the exact words she used when she spoke to me back at the office.” Clarissa took the phone from her and scrolled through; it was pictures of Scarlett and Cameron, hand in hand leaving the charity gala. There was a small article referring to her as “The other woman.” “Everyone at the office read it, they were whispering behind my back. They all know, and it’s only a matter of time until they find out about Levi, and when they do, I won’t hear t
Her choice of clothing was intentional, a black trouser suit over a lacy black camisole and stiletto heels, with her hair tied back in a low ponytail. She applied more makeup than she usually would, including red lipstick. She didn’t think much about her choice of lipstick until she was already wearing it. It was ironic that she was trying to prove there was nothing between them, yet she had picked out his favorite color of lipstick. A small part of her was still trying to please him. The first tip to fool everyone that you were fine was to dress like you were. She walked through the glass doors and glanced at her watch, she was a few minutes late, and that meant the main floor was packed. The next tip was to act like this was any other day. "Get it together, Scarlett," she chanted in her head as she walked up to the security station. “Good morning, Craig,” she greeted in a high-pitched voice, flashing him her ID. He looked up at her in surprise, gave her a once-over, but quickly m
She knocked on the door, smoothed her dress, and exhaled, “Mr. Grayson, this is the report from...” She trailed off when she noticed there was someone else standing in the room with him.He turned around, his honey-brown eyes lit up when he saw her.She frowned, “You, I know you...”Cameron looked between the both of them in confusion, he sat down on his chair, “I knew you weren’t here to see me, Jaxon.”“Jaxon?” She asked in confusion.“We weren’t able to introduce ourselves before you ran away, the other night” He said with a smile.She glanced at Cameron, “I had other obligations.”“I figured,” he gave her a once-over, “You look good..." He trailed off.“Scarlett?” Cameron called out to her.She looked up at him, “I’m sorry, my name is Scarlett Knowles,” she extended a hand to him.“And I’m Jaxon Brooks,” he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips and fervently kissed it, staring into her eyes.She froze, it was more than the shock that he had kissed her hand instead of sha
“Scarlett...”She was about to walk in through the doors of Grayson Industries when someone called out to her. She turned around sharply to see someone holding a large bouquet of balloons and a box of chocolates in their hand. It was hard to see their face. She glanced behind her to see if there was someone else who was also named Scarlett.“Me?” she asked quizzically.He let out a deep chuckle, “Is there another Scarlett?”She shook her head in disbelief. Of course, she recognized that voice. “Jaxon...”He moved the balloons to the side. “Good morning, Scarlett.”She nodded in response. “Good morning,” she rubbed her cheeks nervously. “Is there any chance in hell that the ridiculously large balloon bouquet is not for me?”He shrugged. “What do you think?”She glanced around. They were already attracting funny stares from people walking by. “Jaxon, people are looking at us,” she said through clenched teeth.“That was the whole point, wasn’t it?” he asked. “To get people’s attention, m
“Really? A pretend girlfriend?”She massaged her temples. “Mr. Grayson…”“You’re kissing him now, so it’s Mr. Grayson.”“I have to clear up the rumors, and the only way I can do that is to start up another!” she explained.He bit down on his lips and shook his head, a small smile on his face. “So let me put this in context. You’re agreeing to date a man you've known for...two days…”“Pretend date,” she cut in. “Only to stop the rumors. I don’t expect you to understand that. You’re not the one everyone is calling names,” she said in a sharp tone.He clenched his jaw. “So the thought of being with me is so appalling, so much that you would enter a pretend relationship with a man you barely know just to quell it?”Now that he said it like that, he put it in context for her. It was a stupid plan that made no sense, yet she was readily agreeing to it, and it wasn’t just because of the dumb rumors. She had lived through the rumors Luke spread after their breakup. If there was anything she k
Scarlett peeked at him from the top of her menu.His attention was fixated on the menu in front of him. "Scarlett, pick a meal, the waiter will be here any moment.""How...""How did I see you?" He cut in, his attention fully on her.She sighed. "Never mind.""What is it, Scarlett?" he asked, sipping a glass of water.She exhaled. "Is it really necessary?" She looked around. "You and I together in this...""For the umpteenth time, yes, it is," he answered. She had asked the question three times on their ride here. "Remember that part about me not coming off as a deranged stalker with a balloon?"She chuckled as she thought about it. "Yes.""That's why we have to hang out on a proper date and hope they get pictures of us. If they don't, well, I'll post one of us."She shook her head. "I just can't believe that we are fooling anyone. The timing is off...""If you think the media truly cares about the accuracy of the information they put out, then let me drop a shocker: no, no they aren'
Cameron burst through the doors, he was drunk, and his steps were unsteady. his face set in a deep frown. He was angry, and it was all because of one person. One person who somehow could make his heart grow soft and at the same time make his blood boil: Scarlett Knowles. As if it wasn’t already bad enough that she was ignoring him, the media outlets were going wild with new pictures of her and Jaxon, who were supposed to be an item. There were pictures of them hanging out in different places. “Mr. Grayson, you’re welcome. Your l...”“I don’t care, Ms. Sharma!” He cut her off. His appearance was wild, his hair stuck out oddly, and the whites of his eyes were red.As she took his case from her, he noticed her downcast expression.He sighed, “I’m sorry, Ms. Sharma, but I don’t care for food or whatever...”“I wasn’t talking about...”“She’s with another man,” he blurted, drowning out her words, “She’s seeing someone. I thought we were an item, I thought we shared something...”Ms. Sharm
Scarlett rushed into the restroom, closing the door shut behind her. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Of course, they had sex. What was she thinking? A part of her wanted all her fears to be wrong, she didn’t want to believe all the thoughts she had about Cameron, about being nothing but just another number to him. Maybe it was true. All of what they said was true. She didn’t stand a chance, not with Hadley being around.She clung to herself tightly as her sobs racked her lithe frame, tears flowing unabashedly down her cheeks. She wiped at them, but she couldn’t stop the tears.Her heart was breaking at the thought of the man she wanted but couldn’t have, the man she loved. Love? She hadn’t given it much thought until now. It had to be love. Why else would she be crying at the knowledge that a man she was casually involved with had sex with another? Why did she stare into those grey eyes and feel betrayal? Why did the knowledge hurt mor