There's a new intimacy between me and Alessandro when we get in the back of a chauffeur driven car as soon as we get off the plane, waiting for us straight on the tarmac. I'm being treated first class when it's my actual first time even setting foot in an airport. It's weird and exhilirating at the sime time. There's one thing that I'm absolutely sure of now. Alessandro Moretti wants me. He wants me in such a way that he's willing to botch a company's takeover. I've been pursued before, but never at this calibre. And it makes me want to run less and less. This is the first time I've set foot in my hometown in over three years and it makes me feel agitated. I vowed to never return to this shithole of a town where everyone knows everyone's business and how you're looked down on because you have less. Or how the Simpsons are known as the Scarlet Ladies. The ones who can take your man with only a swish of her dark hair and a glimpse of her green eyes. I hated living here
Phoebe is lights out on the plane, her head in my lap. I knew her moving in with that guy was bad news, I'm going to have to find her some purpose in life so she doesn't have to feel the need to get validation from a man. She's beautiful and insanely talented with a make-up brush, I'm sure that can get her somewhere in life. I can feel Alessandro's gaze on my face, so I look up and meet his eyes. There's a new intensity when he looks at me, but he hasn't spoken to me after kissing me in the bathroom. My lips are still swollen from that kiss. It wasn't like the gentle kiss we shared earlier on his couch, this kiss was all-consuming, violent. "Thank you for this." I tell him softly. "I don't know what I would've done without you tonight." That's the one thing I've always tried avoiding in my life. Never ask anyone for anything, so you never owe them shit, but my debt is piling up when it comes to Alessandro Moretti. And I don't think he's the kind of man you want to owe. He smil
I don't hear from Alessandro again for the rest of the weekend. Maybe I should stab him in the dick, too. He's ghosting me, and I still have some pride left in me, I will not be the one to text him first. I'm standing in line for my coffee on Monday morning, looking at my phone, wishing a message would come through like some lovesick puppy when someone taps me on the shoulder. A beautiful blonde smiles at me, or it looks more like a sneer. "Hi, rumor has it you're dating Alessandro Moretti." What is up with the blondes? I refrain from rolling my eyes. "Sure." And why the hell are people suddenly feeling the need to be talking to me? They've never bothered me before. "Well, watch your back, bitch!" She hisses in my face. "He belongs to my cousin, and she won't back down easily from trash like you." This is not the first time someone has called me trash. I've been called the name countless times by people from home, but this is the first time I've been called it here. Thi
The car ride is packed with sizzling tension. My eyes are nervously on the road as Alessandro drives fast and recklessly, earning us tons of honks in the city traffic. It's deadly silent between the two of us, neither one uttering a single word. He doesn't drop me off at home, instead making his way to his apartment. When he parks, he doesn't wait for me or open my door like last time, he walks to the elevator quickly, prompting me to follow. He presses the buttons for the code like they personally offended him, and I'm not gonna lie, he's making me slightly nervous with his volatile mood. I must admit we make an odd pair, him dressed in a charcoal business suit today, and me in baggy sweatpants and a sweater. I'm sure he and his blonde fiance fit way better together. Just the thought gets me riled up again and as soon as the doors open to his apartment and we step out, I bang him hard on the chest. The fucker doesn't even flinch, allowing me two more hits before he grabs my arm
"You've bewitched me." Alessandro's murmur comes to me in my post-climactic mood. His finger is lazily traveling a path from my navel up to my breast, drawing a circle around my nipple and going back down, dipping inside my navel, all the way up to the other breast, and then repeating the pattern. It's oddly relaxing. He's lying next to me with his head propped in his hand, and I'm still blissfully lying on my back with my arms above my head. I don't think I can move. I open one eye to look at him. "You've been cursed by a Scarlet Lady." His finger stops moving. "What?" I close my eyes again and sigh. "Legend goes that the Simpson females carry a curse that makes men fall to their knees." He chuckles. "Cute." "And true." "I think legend has a point. I did just cum in my pants from watching you cum." Now both of my eyes are open. "You could've just taken them off and come inside me instead." I honestly don't know who I've become, maybe I am a Scarlet Lady after a
Two pairs of accusing eyes are waiting for me as soon as I walk through the apartment door. Phoebe's eye is no longer swollen shut, although the color has taken on a harsh purple. "Where were you?" Green eyes narrow at me. If it was only Sammy, I could've come up with a quick fib and she would have accepted it, but I know Phoebe is behind this interrogation. I throw my keys on the kitchen counter and deposit my backpack on the stool. "I was with Alessandro." Phoebe's eyes widen as if she expected me to lie, but what would be the use if they're going to find out anyways? "Are you dating him now?" Sammy asks with a frown. "What about his fiance?" "Technically we haven't been on a date, so I'm not sure what to call us." I shrug. Maybe I should ask him, since he knows exactly what we are without discussing it with me first. "And he's not engaged, it's complicated." "I really think he's trouble." Sammy is genuinely concerned. "Of course he's trouble." I walk to the fridge
Alessandro Moretti has brought me nothing but anger, frustration, confusion, lust, and now another fucking blonde to fuck with me. Raquel Whittle is the epitome of a trophy wife. She holds her head up high as she approaches me, reeking of money. I, on the other hand, look like the disgruntled mistress. Cheap and expendable. The girl has probably always gotten what she wanted. "You wanted a word?" I ask in a cool tone. She sniffs and then takes off her sunglasses to look down her nose at me. Her eyes are red and puffy like she has been crying the whole day. "How could you?" She sniffles again. "How could you do that to Alessandro and me?" Wait up. I'm thoroughly confused now. Never has Alessandro alluded that there was a real relationship between them, Yet, he never really tells me anything either. He just said she was part of a business deal. "I would give a shit if I knew what you were talking about." Her mouth drops open in shock as if I've just violated her. "He and I
I never want to leave this place. I've been looking over my shoulder since I can remember, scared of the men my mother used to bring home. working and studying to get out of that situation. I've always been in a survival mood. But right now, I'm being held in strong arms and I feel as if nothing can touch me here. Not even my mother's bad decisions. "Do you think she's going to be okay?" Sammy whispers from next to me, looking skeptically at Alessandro like she can't really believe he's a real person. "She has one of the best surgeons working on her, I'm sure she'll be fine." He answers reassuringly, but I'm not so sure. He didn't see the amount of blood on that bathroom floor, I was covered in it. A friendly nurse gave me some scrubs to change into, but there's still some blood on my sneakers, and just the thought of Phoebe not being with me has me kicking off the shoes. Alessandro kisses me softly on the side of my head. "I'll get someone to get you new shoes." I woul