《STEPBROTHER (R-18)》 Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Scarletts P.O.V You and your mother arrive at a stake house for lunch to meet her boyfriend Kirk and his son Oliver. Upon walking into the steak house, the hostess leads you to a table where you spot Kirk, and for the first time, Oliver. You stifle a gasp when youy eyes on Oliver - how chiselers jaw, dark hair cropped short to his head, and dark mesmerising eyes. "That''s his son?" I say in disbelief to mom as we are walking up to the table. "Yeah. He''s home for the summer from college" Your mother sighs, and ces a hand ok your arm, squeezing reassuringly. "I really hope the two of you get along. Especially since we are officially moving in this weekend. You''re going to be seeing a lot of each other" "Don''t worry about me, mom. Everything will be fine" I say trying to reassure mom even tho I don''t quite believe what I''m saying. Us fighting isn''t exactly what I had in mind. No. Something equally as sweaty, but more pleasurable than painful As we arrive at the table, Kirk stands and offers your mother a kiss, while Oliver remains seated. His onyx ck eyes pass over me disinterested, and he leans back to grab his drink and buries himself taking a drink. "Oliver, your being rude. Stand up and greet them properly." Orders Kirk as he nudged Oliver''s chair which makes Oliver grunt. So much for first impressions You make a first attempt to introduce yourself. You offer Oliver your hand and watch with embarrassment as he doesn''t reach to shake it. A few secondster, you drop your hand back down to your side and sit quietly in your seat. Your mom and Kirk join you in sitting. You contemte calling out Oliver ok his bullshit. As much as I want to match his fucking arrogance, I don''t want to piss of my mother so it''s probably best I keep my mouth shut. "You''ll have to excuse my son. College made him forget his manners" Kirk says in an apologetic voice. Oliver snickers, leaning back arrogantly in his chair while crossing his arms. "Oh I''m sorry. Am I being rude? Probably because I don''t want to be here to begin with" Oliver says in a patronising tone. "If this is how your starting off, I can only imagine what it''s going to be like seeing each other twenty- four seven. Get the stick out your ass" I say without thinking. Your mom gasps and furrows her brows to give you a stern look. She quickly apologises to Kirk for your outburst, who blows it off. You hate how Oliver''s lips spread into a wide grin, and he narrows is eyes as if it''s fun to provoke you. Fucking asshole. The image i first had of his is gone and reced by someone with a head so fucking big it was no wonder he could even get into the restaurant. He obviously doesn''t even care for my mother or myself. "Let me get a few drinks in, and I''ll even let you remove it" Oliver fires back my way. "Oliver knock your shit off, now. Sorrydies" Kirk snaps at Oliver. "Oh, don''t worry about it. You know how kids are" mom replies with a small smile on her face. Your phone vibrates in your jeans. You pull it out andy your eyes on the screen to see that your best friend, Briana text you. Briana: I miss you hoe! Scarlett: I miss you too! I''m at dinner at the moment. Meeting my moms boyfriends son. He''s an ass. Briana: Is he a cute ass or an ugly ass? Scarlett: Does it matter? Briana: Bitch of course it does. At least he looks good when he''s acting like a fucking jerk. Scarlett: I can''t with you. I gotta go though. I''ll text youter. Briana: mmm, maybe take a pic. Scarlett: Not right now, it''d b too fucking obvious. Ttyl. Youy your phone on the table just as the waitress returns asking your mother and you what you''d like to drink. God, he''s not the only one who needs a drink. Sucks i have three years unteralism I''m 21. Why can''t this be Europe where i can drink now at the age of 18? Just my fucking luck. Your mom and Kirk engage in small talk which leaves you and Oliver to sit and stare cat each other awkwardly. He taps his fingers against his ss,before tilting it towards you, silently offering you a drink. You stare temptingly at the ss, knowing you could sneak some in before your parents had a chance to really notice. He begins pulling the drink away when you quickly swipe for it. You bring the ss to your mouth and take a swig, gagging slightly on the burning, murky brown liquid as it ws its way down your throat. That was fucking gross. You gently push the ss back towards him, stealing a nce at your mom to make sure she isn''t watching. Oh, thank god she didn''t see. I hate embarrassing her. She''s always held me up on a pedestal. Oliver smirks, firming his lips contemtively. "I have to say I''m impressed with you" Oliver says with a smug grin on his face. You cross your arms over your chest and meet his gaze with an annoyed expression of your own. "I think it''s pathetic how easily impressed you are. Not a sign of high intelligence" i snap back "And you just feed into the bait" Oliver says as he chuckles. Your hands tighten into fists God, he is so frustrating! A fucking instigator! I could punch him right now... "What''s the matter? Are you upset Daddy''s got his attention on someone else?" I says in a mocking voice. You gesture with a head nod towards Kirk, and grin when Oliver''s humorous expression dies down to one of seething anger. " I could care less. It''s not like your mothers there first. She''s just another name on a long list" says Oliver. Your legs shake beneath the table at his words. Knowing he''s agitated you; Oliver ims his victory with a smile, and sucks his teeth with his tongue. The waitress returns with you and your mothers drinks and asks if your ready to order . After quickly stating what you want, your eyes find their way back to him. "I have a use the bathroom." You say excusing yourself from the table. You rise from your seat and make your way towards the back where a restroom signs with an arrow hangs on the wall. Nope. I''m not going to be able to do it, that was literally 10 minutes of interacting and I already cant faking stand him! I''m an only child for a reason. I don''t even want to introduce any of my friends to him. Not acknowledging him at all would be perfect. After using the bathroom, you exit to find Olivering your way. Maybe he needs a reality check on how tomunicate with people? Smart enough for college but too dumb for interaction. You step aside, pressing no yourself against the wall so he can pass. Instead, he turns so he''s mere centimetres from your face. "God, You amp it so easy" he says as he reaches for a lose strand of your hair, and your breath gets caught in your throat. "W-what are you doing?" I ask.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. His breath tickles your face as he chuckles light-heartedly. The sound makes something stir within your gut. You bite your lip, which causes him to groan. I''m not seriously turned on right now? What is wrong with me? "I think you enjoy when i tease you" "You don''t know anything about me" i snap back. His eyes scan your face, lingering on your lips, Oh my god, he''s going to kiss me! He slightly moves forward. His lips are so close you can taste him on your tongue as your lips part open. So close. So sexy. And damn... so tempting "I know you know what you want, Scarlett. Say the words, baby. Tell me what you need from me." You''ve known him for five damn seconds! He''s an ass... don''t fall for it! "Kiss me." I whisper loud enough so only he can hear me. Oliver lets out a slow exaggerated breath. "Its so fucking tempting. Believe me." You let out a breathy moan as he grazes his fingers down the side of your face and your neck. He wraps his hand gently around your throat and squeezes lightly. "I don''t think you''d be able to handle it. Your a good girl." He says just before he steps away from you and shaking his head gently while chuckling to himself. You take a moment to collect yourself, shooting daggers with your eyes towards the men''s bathroom door, before you smooth your shirt. Holy shit. He almost kissed me. And i wanted him too... You ce your hand against your forehead. No more drinks for me. I need a clear head around him. As you make your way back to the table, you contemte whether or not you should excuse yourself from dinner or stick it out. Just get through one dinner. That''s all. As if on cue, your stomach growls and you sit down in your seat and browse over the menu. The waitress returned, Kirk sends she away as we wait for Oliver to return. After fifteen minutes, Kirk sighs and pulls out his phone to call him. " Oliver we''re waiting for you. You almost done?" You pass a nce at you mom. Your pulse quickens and you nce towards the bathroom. "What the hell do you mean, you left? You''re being ridiculous, Oliver. Get your ass back here. No i-I''m not gonna deal with th-this is not over." Kirk hangs up the phone, angrily stuffing it in his pocket, before he ps his hands together and addresses his attention back to you and your mom. "I apologise. Oliver left. Probably a good thing anyways. He was being a jackass" "I''m sorry honey" says mom trying to reassure Kirk "Don''t worry about it. Let''s just enjoy lunch" Kirk says before changing the subject. I cannot believe he pulled a disappearing act. Guess he beat me too it. Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Scarletts P.O.V The next day you and your friend Briana are helping your mom and Kirk move boxes into your house. Your relieved that Oliver is nowhere to be seen, but also annoyed that you''re given the job of moving his boxes into his room. You turn to Briana, and grumble angrily under your breath. "As much as i love the absence of hispany... why the fuck is it my job to move his shit?" Briana snickers, clutching a few pillows, as you make your way up the stairs to your old room which for the past two years has been an office/storage space for your mom to throw old junk. "Well, if I''ve learned anything from my brothers, its that boys arezy." "Your telling me" i say back in a slightly angry tone. As you near the top of he stairs, you hear your mom call you from below. "No, Scar, his stuff needs to go in the bedroom down in the basement!" You halt and whip around. Anger fills you. She''s giving him MY bedroom! What the hell!... "Wait! He''s getting my room?" I say both angrily and confused. Your motherughs and shakes her head. "No, we are turning the guest bedroom into his bedroom." You''ve got to be fucking kidding me... his bedroom is going to be directly next to mine? What have i done to deserve this? You ignore the excitement stirring unwanted in your gut and groan. Gesturing to Briana with a nod of your head, you both begin to descend the stairs. "Why isn''t he getting my old bedroom?'' I question mom as i walk down the stairs. "Well, Kirk thought it would be a good idea if I turned that room into my art room. It gets the most light. The basement isn''t exactly ideal for paining scenery. "Mom, please don''t make me room next to him'' i say pleadingly "Scar, don''t whine. You''re eighteen. You''re practically an adult. All that stands in your way is a few more weeks of school. Its not like you really have to see a ton of him. I just want you to try and get along for Kirk and my sake" "Fine. I can do that" Who knows? Maybe it''ll be easier than i think. As you reach the guest bedroom in the basement, passing by your bedroom door along the way, you huff out a breath, and dump his boxes to the floor. Briana scoffs, a grin on her face as she tosses the pillows uncoordinatedly to the bed where they bounce and tumble to the floor. "Well, I can tell how much you like him" Briana says while giggling, "Oh yeah... so fucking much." I answer sarcastically. Unaware that Olivier is listening in; you clench you jaw when you hear his voice. "Feelings mutual, Scar." "Don''t fucking call me that." Oliver grins. You can tell he loves that he''s gotten to you. He tantly moves his eyes to Briana and bites his lip. Stepping forward into the room, he moves over towards her and offers her his hand. ''I don''t believe we''ve met. Oh, no. I''m sure we haven''t, because i know I would''ve remember" You scoff, unimpressed with his mediocre attempt at flirting. Wow... talk about cocky. He just loves getting me pissed off. Attention whore. "Uh...yeah, I''m Scarlett''s best friend, Bri," Briana shakes his hand, awkwardly chuckling. You watch as she blushes. Ew. Please god, don''t fall for this shit. He always wants to y games. "Since you''re here now, Ollie, how about you carry your own shit..." Oliver frowns when you use the condescending nickname You stifle a grin, biting your lip, Oliver crosses his arms over his chest and cocks his head sideways. "Hm... I''m having too much fun watching you carry it." You nce at the pillows on the floor beside your feet. I should fucking throw that at him. You swipe the pillow off the floor, and twist back to face him. His eyes shift to the pillow in your hand and he quirks a brow, realising what you''re going to do. He challenges you with that look of arrogance, and you return his gaze with a sardonic look of your own. "Well...I''m not going to be your fucking serve to" I say angrily as i toss the pillow at his face. He catches it mid-air and wiggles it teasingly in your face, "Is that really all you''ve got? Briana... maybe you can show your friend how its done." "Sorry, but she''s not going to humour you. She has higher fucking standards than that." I snap back before Briana has chance to respond to him. N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. You move quickly towards the door, side stepping him, before you nce back at your friend Briana. "Let''s go Briana. We will leave Oliver to the only person who enjoys hispany... his fucking self." You and Briana leave Oliver''s room. You ignore the sinking annoyance that gnaws at your gutsy when you think about how he came onto Briana. Its not like I have a reason to be jealous... he''s an ass. So, what if he''s into Briana? Save me the trouble of having to deal with his arrogance. Then again, it probably isn''t a good idea. "Talk about being blunt..." "He''s a yer. Just here too toy with you. He doesn''t actually care about anyone but himself" Briana ces her hands on her hips, stopping at the top of the basement steps. "Scar, don''t you think you''re being a little judgemental? I mean, you''ve know the guy for like two days" "As much as i love you Bri, you''re not one to chose winners" "Ouch. All I''m saying is maybe you need to get to know him. And if you don''t care to, then i will" Briana nudges you yfully and wiggles her brows. You roll your eyes and leave the conversation at that. Maybe she''s right. Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Scarletts P.O.V After tossing and turning, you manage to fall asleep that night. Only a few hours go by until you wake up to the sound of creaking and something else. What the hell is that? You rub your eyes. The clock on your nightstand reads 2am. You groan and roll over. "Just go back to sleep. Ignore it" you say to yourself in a raspy voice as you roll over. Throwing your nkets off yourself you pull yourself up, blink the blurriness from your vision and press your feel to the cold floor. You hear the noise again. Oliver... its two in the damn morning, some of us still have ss Moaning OH MY GOD... he''s not alone! You creep from your bedroom towards him. The moaning noises get louder the closer you get to his door. You press your hands against his door with the intent to ce your ear against it, but its slightly cracks open. Fuck... You hear Oliver fairly groan; the sound makes you clench your thighs together. You inhale a slow breath, closing your eyes for a moment. I cant fucking believe this. Your eyes dart to the tscreen and widen. Porn lights up his darkened room, illuminating his hand which grips the thick shaft of his bulge... Damn... he''s bigger than I thought You lick your lips. The thought of images of you walking into his room, kneeling before him at the foot of his bed, and wrapping your lips around it... Shaking your head, your eyes are pinned to the way he strokes his shaft. Long skilful tugs. Oliver leans back slightly, his abs lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as he masturbates to the tv. He doesn''t notice your presence and groans again. "Oh fuck... fuck, I''m gonna cum" This is too fucking hot. Your fingers twitch with the urge to trekked yourself through your pyjama pants. A few short grazes from my fingers and I''d have been having an orgasm with him. I''m tempted to go into there. You twist back around determined to go back to bed. Just the sight of him makes me wet. But I-I can''t stay there and watch him. You shake your head, but halt at your doorway. The urge too return to him ovees you and you find yourself quietly making your way back over to his bedroom. "Well... damn" you say as you push the door open more. Before you get the chance to step forward, your eyes lock on Oliver watching as his lips part slightly and he lets out a groan as his shaft switches and he orgasms. He doesn''t stop stroking himself as your eyes remained locked, and when his strokes slow, his lip twitches up into a grin. You gasp, feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment. Oh fuck, oh fuck... that didn''t really go as i nned. Why do i feel like I''ve been caught doing something I shouldn''t have? The urge to flee takes over. Oliver stands, unbothered by his tant nudity. You cant help but trail your eyes down his body. The rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. The sexy V that leads down to his glistening shaft. You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling the heat between your thighs. Aware of how turned on you are. "Did you enjoy the show?" Olive says as he reaches for a towel which is hanging on the desk chair beside the TV. You be acutely aware there''s still porn on the screen. An autumn haired woman like yourself getting fucked roughly. His eyes follow yours to the TV and he snickers, before dragging the towel across his hardened bulge. It bounces, almost tempting you to grip it. "I-I just came to tell you to keep the noise down. You woke me up.'' "You seem pleased by it now." "Think again" Real fucking convincing, scar. You''re still standing here. Salivating over his dick. You cross your arms over your chest, and frown. He''s trying to get a reaction. He likes the thought of me wanting him. You scoff. "You can say whatever you want, pretend you''re not horny from watching me jerk myself off, but if i wrapped my hands around your waist I wou-" He nods to your shirt. You look down, and firm your lips. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. Fuck... my nipples are hard. Talk about betrayal. You run your hands down your breasts, attempting to get rid of your hard nipples, but you only add to your need to be touched. You bite your lip, muffling the moan on your tongue as you let your arms fall back down to your sides. Oliver runs his tongue slowly over his lips, his eyes steady on your breasts. ''I bet you taste as good as I imagine" Jesus... how have things gotten so crazy like this? One minute we''re hating each other and the next we''re almost fucking... No. he''s probably not used to women turning him down. "Fortunately, you''ll never find out." Reaching for t hr doorknob, you grasp it firmly, and shoot him a quick re. "Keep the fucking noise down. Some of us aren''t on summer break yet." You m his door shut, and march angrily back towards your room. This is going to be a faking problem. Rx. He''s not that fucking charming. Just ignore it. Fight he dumb female urges you have. He''s an asshole! You''re better than that... Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Scarletts P.O.V Next day, during your lunch period at school, Briana and you sit eating and discussing the events of the night before. "Wait a second... he was what" Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. "I woke up to the sound of porn, so obviously he was jerking off." I''m not gonna admit the fact that i enjoyed watching "Holy shit. That crazy" You narrow your eyes at your friend when she stares nkly like she''s imagining it. "Damn, Bri. He''s not that not" "Speak for yourself. I think he''s gorgeous" Your groan and roll your eyes, taking another bite of your pizza. Chewing thoughtfully, you sigh. "Hey, I''m all for pleasure relief, but like, don''t be waking people up. If its that loud it too loud, ya know?" Briana waves her hand dismissively, before taking a swig of he Gatorade. "Guys have no shame. Absolutely no damn shame." "Its awful. I don''t understand how I''m going to make it living with him. I just cant stand his arrogant ass. You know, i really get the impression he thinks women just kiss the fucking ground he walks on. Not me. He''s sorely mistaken." Briana chuckles. You shoot her daggers with your eyes. "Not funny Bri. You''ve met him. You cant deny what I''m saying" She shrugs. "Maybe you guts just need time to hangout. Get to know each other. Somemon ground" Unlikely. With what happenedst nigh, spending more time together is the wrong direction to go in. "Why don''t you invite him to Jenny''s party this weekend?" "Oh no. No, no, no!" You shake your head. Thest thing i need is for him to be around me while I''m drunk and my inhibitions are lowered. Besides, he doesn''t need to be apart if my social life. Not fucking happening. "Come on, scar!it might be fun." You raise a questioning brow at Briana. "You know, it seems like yous have a lot of fun with it. I, on the other hand, will be in hell. He''s been nothing but a douche bag since the moment i met him. And guess who''s forced to continuously see him this week, and for the rest of my fucking life I''m sure." "You''re so fucking over dramatic" Your phone vibrates. You pull it out and set it next to your lunch tray. Your eyes scan the screen and your furrow them frustratedly. You have to be fucking kidding me... How the hell did he get my number? A mile long list kid swear words rolled through your mind as you read the text from Oliver. Oliver: I''m picking you up from school. Don''t get too excited. Scarlett: how the hell did you get my number? You huff angrily, ignoring the confused expression of Bri. You wave her questions away as your phone vibrates again. Oliver: does it matter? Scarlett: and FYI, no ones excited. Believe me... Oliver: I doubt that. You seamed pretty excitedst night. Scarlett: I''m NOT going let you get to me. Oliver: I already have, scar. Scarlett: you are not allowed too use my nickname... okay, Ollie. Oliver: its too fucking fun provoking you. Hm, makes me want to repeatst night. Scarlett: you''re annoying Oliver: pretend all you want, Scarlett... I know you were standing there watching me for a little. Scarlett: if you knew, why the hell didn''t you stop! Oliver: be honest. You didn''t want me to. Scarlett: stop... Oliver: you wanted me to orgasm What a cocky son of a bitch Scarlett: No. I wanted to get some damn sleep, which was impossible because you don''t understand what''s a fucking appropriate level of noise to watch porn. In the future, invest in headphones. Oliver: Wouldn''t dream of it. I''ll be parked out front who you get out. Scarlett: Don''t bother. I''d rather fucking walk. Oliver: You tter me. See you at 3. You shove your phone back into your pocket, and push your tray away, having lost your appetite. "What a fucking dipshit" "Was it Oliver?" "Yep. Guess the parents gave him my number. He''s picking me up after school." "Hey, I''lle over!" You aren''t amused with her joke. You roll your eyes. "Please, spare me. Thest thing i need is for you two flirting in front of me. Gross. Beside, i know you have more self worth than that..." Briana shrugs, grinning. "You don''t know me that well then" Bri''s always been a slut, but thest thing i need is for her to hook up with Oliver. The thought is just... gross The rising feeling of jealousy that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end, is used away. I''m not jealous. Ew. No. I just don''t want them to get involved. My hatred for him would onlyplicate my friendship with Bri. If he gave a fuck about anyone other than himself he''d understand that. "Seems like someone''s a little jealous." You scoff. "As if. I''m just looking out for your best interests" "Whatever you say. Besides, I''m still working on Connor." At the mention of your ssmate, you shoot her a look. "You are something else. How do you keep up with yourself?" Brianaughs. "It''s tough. A workout for sure" "Good thing i love you" I''m not riding home with him. Ugh. Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Scarletts P.O.V Your phone vibrates just as thest bell rings signalling you''re done with school. You reluctantly pull out your phone, knowing damn well who it is. With a long sigh, you read the text from Oliver. Oliver: I''m here. He''s not getting the hint. I don''t want to ride with him. Scarlett: I told you I''m not riding with you. :( Oliver: Yes you are. Let''s go. You huff angrily, shove the phone back into your pocket, and wave a quick goodbye to Bri as she slips out the front door. She mouths a quick ''good luck'' I''m definitely going to need it. Following the flow of traffic out to the front of school, your eyes scan the row of cars lined up against the curb. It doesn''t take you long to spot him. Just keep walking. I can ignore him. I told him I wasn''t going to ride with him, and I fucking meant it. He wasted his own time and gas driving here. You begin your walk past his car, ignoring his voice as he calls for you from his seat with the window down. You ignore him, and continue crossing the street, pulling out your phone to busy your hands so you have an excuse to keep your gaze down. "Your being a pain in my ass! Get in the damn car." You fucking wish "Scarlett, I''m not kidding. I have shit to do, get in the fucking car." Unable to ignore him any longer, you lift your eyes from your phone and peer into the car. Your eyes meet, and like it always does, your breath hitches in your throat. God, why does he have to be so hot? Makes a girl forget herself. You quirky brow and shake your head. "Go do whatever it is you have to do. I''m fine." You wave him away. Aware that he''s swearing to himself in the car. "Get in the car or so help me..." You roll your eyes "Or you''ll what?" You halt, crossing your arms over your chest, and challenging him with a snide smirk. He firms his lips, his agitation tant in the way his brows are raised. You''re amused with his frustration. Feels good to be the one pissing him off. A taste of his own fucking medicine. Doesn''t like it much, does he? "Keep walking and find out..." "Fuck off, Oliver. Your no it may damn babysitter, I can get myself home." You lean down, softening your expression mockingly as you address him again. "Or is that too hard for you to understand?" A mirthlessugh escapes his lips. You don''t wait around to listen to his response, instead you continue walking, chuckling softly to yourself. His face... was fucking priceless! Turning back to your phone, you scroll through your timeline. Its not until you hear tires screeching and see his car is up on the sidewalk in front of you that you pull your gaze from your phone. "what the fuck Oliver! What the hell, you could have hit me!" Oliver hops out the car, stalking towards you with a cocky expression on his face. "I warned you." You shake your head, backing away from him onto the grass of someone''swn, before he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You il your limbs, m,into your palms against his back. "Put me down you stupid son of a bitch! I''m not a little fucking kid! Oliver!" "Shut up, and maybe listen to someone other than yourself. I told you I was picking you up. Stop being a fucking Jackass." You gasp, and struggle to move as he tightens his arm around your waists. With one hand he reaches for the passenger door, throws it open and bends to drop you into the seat. He gives you a stern look and ms the door in your face. What a fucking asshole... who the hell does he think he is? "You''re so fucking annoying." Twisting your head you watch as Oliver grins triumphantly and pulls out onto the road. "I don''t know why you seem to want to make shit difficult for yourself." Shrugging, you peer out your window. "It''s just who i am. And if you weren''t so horrible to be around, you wouldn''t t have to fucking convince me." "Horrible to be around? Hm... that''s fucking riching from you." You frown "How so?" "Didn''t seem too horrible to be aroundst night. In fact, I remember you enjoying yourself." You press your forehead against the ss and let your eyes flutter closed. d to know this will be held over my fucking head for a lifetime. Its not like he didn''t want it, I mean why wouldn''t he lock his fucking door? "Well, maybe you wanted me to watch? Why didn''t you lock your door? Or watch porn on your phone with headphones like normal people do?" He scoffs, visibly tightening his grip on the steering wheel with agitation. "I didn''t stay there to watch you. I was shocked. It was just a response to seeing you... like that" "Even now, i can tell your turned on." You nce don at yourself, wondering what the he''ll would give him that impression. "You keep clenching your thighs together. Every time you take a deep breath you push your breasts froward, and i can guess that your nipples are hard?" How the hell does he know? They hardened the moment he picked me up. "It doesn''t matter." "So, you''re not denying it, huh?" You''re captivated by his grin. The way he slowly licks and then bites his lips as his lips spread upwards into his smaller, revealing his gorgeous white teeth. He seems pretty proud of himself. "Contrary to your twisted view, not every woman wants your, Oliver." He chuckles, tossing his head back slightly. You watch as his hair falls gently on his forehead. "Oh bay, its not a twisted view. I know you want me." He flexes the fingers on his right hand, you watch as he lowers it to your thigh. Oh fuck, oh fuck... You feel your insides clench deliciously, as the heat begins to stir within your pussy. Your nipples ache, yearning to be nipped and licked. You tilt you head back slightly. ''Oliver... I-We cant" "I know you like the feeling of my hand on your thigh, Scarlett" Fuck yes... You shift in your seat, which causes his hand to move further up your thigh, even closer to your throbbing, dripping sex. "No... it doesn''t matter what i like." "I love watching you squirm. I can tell you''re aching for my fingers to stroke your slit. Just tell me baby.'' Olivers grin is gone, reced with a tense expression of lust as he swirls his thumb on your leg. Inching closer and closer to that sweet spot of nerves you know desperately needs release. "Oh yes please." You arch your hips forward. Your eyes flutter closed, he trails his hand slowly upward, dipping down to your inner thigh when he''s centimetres from your d pussy. "You''re panting, scar" "I need..." "I know baby, i know" "Touch me, Oliver." "I feel the heat from your pussy already, Scarlett." He grazes his thumb on your thigh next to your pussy. Stroking the sensitive sport over and over, from your lips as you rick your hips forward. "So very tempting, Scar. Fuck, I''m rock hard just watching you thrust your hips" He continues to tease you with one had as he drives with the other. "You''re such a tease" "You enjoy that." "No" "oh really?" With a smoothnguid stroke, he runs his finger up the length of your slit, stopping just where your clitoris is to rub the aching bundle of nerves. You ache your hips, pressing yourself against him. "That feels to fucking good." You think you''ve whispered it to yourself, but by the deep groan that escapes his lips you know hw heard you. "Fuck yes, bay. I just want to put my head in your pants." This is moving so fast! We''re literally parked in front of the house. At that moment, you watch as your mothers cares barrelling down the street towards the house. You frown, reaching for his hand, you ce it back on hisp. The side of you hand grazes his hardened bulge, and you firm your lips, willing yourself to calm down. "That''d be a stupid idea anyways." He remains quiet for a moment. You take a deep breath, attempting to ignore how ufortable you feel in the silence. You tell by the street names you''re almost home. I really need to clear my head. Oliver runs a hand through his hair, stopping at his neck to rub gently as you pull up in front of your house. "Scarlett, i cam assure you you''d have the time of your fucking life." He reaches for his door handle as the turns the car off and pulls his key from the ignition. "Cocky much?" You quirk a questioning brow. "Lots of experience, baby. I know when i have skills." He grins at you, winking before shoving open the door and getting out of the car. That stupid grin. I''m gonna knock it off his fucking face. You fix yourself, taking a few deep breaths before you exit the car and greet your mother with a wave. "What are you two up to?" Asks mom as we approach the front door. Oh, just a little car groping is all. "Nothing much. Oliver picked me up from school." Your mom tilts her head, an admiring expression making her eyes widen. She gasps. "That as very nice of you, Oliver!" Oliver rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly pulling his lips into a tight smile. He nods. "Believe me, Katrina, the pleasure was all mine." What an ass... always fucking teasing, until we get caught and get in to trouble. And all for what? A few rubs and tugs here and there. I don''t know if I''m upset behave it''s wrong, if I''m upset that we might get caught and the teasing would end. Your mother doesn''t correct him for using her first name. Instead, she smiles once again and begins to head into the house. You p Oliver in the arm. He frowns adds sidesteps away from you. "What the hell was that for?" T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. Your eyes shift to your mom, watch g that she''s walked into the house so she cant hear your conversation. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Oliver crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head with mock confusion. "I''m not really sure what you mean by that?" "Don''t fucking te coy with me. You need to stop hinting at stuff" Oliver lens forward, pulling his arms free to run his thumb down your puckered bottom lip. "You''re cute when you''re pissed off." Way to get off track. You shake your head. Swatting at his hand. "How about you don''t touch me..." Oliver chuckles, goading you by capturing your chin in his hand. You begin to yank your face free, but he tightens his grip just enough to keep you locked in. "You love pretending that your body doesn''t want me." "It doesn''t" I don''t give a shit if I''m lying! I''m not going to give him the satisfaction! All I''ve managed to do it feed his fucking ego! He loosens his grip enough for you to whip your head free. You re at his back as he twists on his heals and saunters into the house. You feel your face flush with anger. He''s so fucking infuriating! Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Scarletts P.O.V Later that evening you find yourself rxing in a nice, hot shower. You let the steady jets of weather drive into your sore muscles. The steam surrounding you envelopes you in a cozy embrace. You massage your scalp with your fingers, attempting to let the stress of the day ebb away from your skin. I definitely need a massage... You blush at the thoughts circting your mind over Oliver. Oliver would definitely satiate that need. You find yourself caressing your aching breasts. You rub thumb across your hardened nipples, inhaling a sharp breath when the friction sends electricity right to your warm centre. You let your head fall back, and gently close your eyes while enjoying the feeling of trailing your other hand down your torso, stopping just above it to tease yourself. Fuck... I shouldn''t. I really shouldn''t touch myself to the thought of him. I''m throbbing thinking of him. You sigh and give in to the urges that possess you. You cup your pussy in your hand, pressing yourself into your palm hard to gain some friction, before slowly dragging your fingers up. You gasp when you feel your wetness coat the tip of your finger, lubing it up just enough to slickly glide it across your most sensitive spot. Oh, shit... I''m so wet. So, fucking wet for you, Oliver. You moan quietly enough that you wont be heard over the shower. You glide softly, increasing the pace as you feel the familiar swirl of an orgasm in your belly. Yes, yes, yes. I''ming all over you. Your breathes out in choppy spurts. Your nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds. You start to clench deliciously as you near closer to sweet pleasure bliss. Your face warms, and suddenly you slip a finger into your taut hole, pumping and fucking your self shamelessly. Oh fuck, yes. My pussy feels so good. I want to cum so bad. Your body shakes; onest warning of the intensity of your orgasm. Your mind is filled with images of Oliver''s hand on your thigh. You bite your lip, and with swiftness you cum hard. Your thighs clenched around your fingers, twitching and milking as if it is Oliver inside you. Oh fuck! Your legs shake. Your arms shoot out to use the shower walls to keep you standing. Holy shit... that was the most powerful orgasm I''ve ever had. You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your wet locks. You hear yelling fairly over the shower and frown. What the hell is that? You check quickly that all the soap is off your skin and turn off the shower. You step out, reaching for your towel to wrap it tightly around yourself. The yelling is louder now that the shower is off. Is someone fighting? You open the bathroom door and move into the hallway. You listen carefully for the yelling, heading closer to it. It sounds like it''sing from outside. You open the curtains in the foyer to peer outside, and your eyes widen. You watch Oliver''s tense back as he and a woman get in a screaming match. She''s about your moms age, with the same dark hair. You cant quite make out the conversation. You nce down at the edge of the window. Should I open the window? I mean, they''re screaming out in public, its not like they really want privacy. You slide you fingers underneath the window enough to pry it open, cringing when it makes some noise. With all they''re screaming, I doubt they will hear me. Now the window is open you can hear what they are saying. " you''re always fucking protecting them, mom!" You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. That''s his mother? Who the hell is she protecting? "You''re being ridiculous! You just don''t want to take responsibility for your actions!" "Are you fucking kidding me? He put his hands on me. Over nothing! He was fucking drunk!" Oliver''s mom tosses her arms up dramatically while shaking her head at him. "I was there. I know you started it, Oliver!" "This is fucking bullshit! Your piece of shirt boyfriends never do anything wrong, right? Have a good fucking life, because I''m sick of it!" Oliver twists on is heals, facing the house. rmed you m the window closed as quietly as you can, and firm your lips with anticipation that he''s seen you. Oh shit, I just hope he doesn''t see me in the window. You clutch your towel to your chest and step away from the window. You listen to his footsteps as he nears the front door, and your eyes dart to the stairs. Maybe I could make it down the stairs before he sees me! The doorknob twists and before you can dwell more on the matter, and you sprint for the stairs, only to trip and reach for the railing. In the miscalcted step, you release your towel identally trying to catch yourself from face nting. Oh my fucking god! You feel the breeze immediately, knowing your fully naked on the stairs. The embarrassment makes you freeze. Where''s his snidement? By now I was sure he''d say something sarcastic or sexual. Slowly you pick yourself back up and spin to face him. Your breasts bounce wildly as you take a few T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. sharp breaths. Your eyes immediately go to his face where his eye has swelled, and yellow and ck bruising surrounds it. Your brows furrow with concern. His eyes move to your plump breasts, and skate down to tour smooth pussy, before they move back up to your face. As soon as he sees the empathetic look on your face, his eyes narrow and the quick sh of lust they held has gone. "What do you want?" Oh my god... did she do that''s to him? "What happened to your face?" Oliverughs mirthlessly, before he res at you. "You enjoyed the show me and my mother put on outside, didn''t you?" "No, I uh, did she do that?" You gesture to his face. "Scarlett..." His tone is rming. He runs his fingers over his ck eye, wincing slightly. "She may as well have" You tilt your head curiously. "What do you mean?" "Fuck. Just leave it alone, Scarlett. It doesn''t concern you." He turns to disappear down the hallway but halts to call over his shoulder "You''re still naked" Your jaw drops, and you quickly reach for your towel, wrapping it around yourself tightly before going down the stairs. Jeez. I just wanted to know what happened... He obviously doesn''t like sympathy. He''s too good for it. No wonder he is the way he is though... Look at his damn mother. Hees back from her ce beat up. Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Scarletts P.O.V Afteryou''reyour dressed you decide to go find him. You search the house. Where the hell is he? Maybe he left. You checked the driveway and notice his car is still parked there. Okay, but he''s not in his room. It''s not until you hear the musicing from the garage that you find him. He shirtless, sweat dripping down his body and disappearing into shorts as he punches away at the punching bag that hung from the stand in the corner of the garage. When the hell did they put that there? Your eyes linger on the sculpted muscles of his back as he throws more blows at the back. Damn... he''s really fit. "Are you just going to stand there staring at me?" "Shit, sorry. Didn''t think you noticed me." "Of course, I noticed you!" You wrap your arms around yourself and step forward. He turns the music down and twist his head to look at you. " just fucking leave, Scarlett" You frown and ce your hands on your hips. "Not until you fucking talk to me." You shrug. "It''s not good to keep all that shit in. You gotta let it out." I know firsthand about what it means to deal with bullshit. I used to wonder whether we''d have a warm ce toy our heads when i was younger. No stability. Keeping it bottled up just makes the problems bigger. "What the fuck do you think I''m doing?" He ms his fists wildly against the punching bag, panting loudly. His hair is coated with sweat, slicking it to his head. He swipes if off his forehead and ignores you. "What happened? Who did that to you? Does your dad know?" T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. "He doesn''t needs to fucking know. I can handle it." "Oh yeah, beating the piss out of a punching bag and not letting him know about the toxic environment at home is really handling it." He turns and stalked angrily towards you. He towers over you a good two feet. You see then tension throughout his body but you don''t back down. You meet him head on, with a stern expression of your own. "What don''t you understand, I don''t want to be fucking bothered." You scoff. He needs to know firsthand what it means to be persistent. "I''m just doing the same shit you do to me. Pestering the hell out of you to get what i want." Oliver''s sighs, throwing up his arms defeatedly before he runs his tongue over his teeth. "If i tell you, will you leave me the hell alone?" "I can''t guarantee that." "It was my moms piece of shit boyfriend, Rick." "He hit you?" "No shit" "Why did he do that?" "No, i told you I''d tell you who hit me. That''s it. The door is right over there." He points towards the door. Like i don''t fucking know where there door is... asshole. "God forbid some actually gives a shit." "I don''t care. I don''t want you potty. I don''t need your sad eye bullshit, okay?" Sad eye bullshit? He''s a lot more fucked up than I thought. You nod your head slowly, scrutinising him. "Now i see why you treat women the way you do... you resent your own damn mother, so let''s take it out on the whole species" "Fuck you! You don''t know shit about me." You tap your chin mockingly. "How much more is there to know? There''s no depth to you, babe. As shallow as it gets." Without uttering another word, Oliver leaves you in the garage. You move quickly following along to catch up worth him. "Running away from your problems isn''t how you solve them, you know." "God, you really cant take a fucking hint." "That makes two of us. Now, you should tell your father" He stops so suddenly you run into the back of him. You stumble backwards, catching yourself. He spins around, a menacing re on his face. "Do yourself a favour and don''t be concerned with me. I''m not with you. I could fuck you and throw you away right after easily. I wouldn''t even blink. In fact, I''d probably enjoy doing it. Worry about yourself." Are you serious right now? Wow. I cant believe I let him put his hands on me in the car... i cant believe i let my body convince me that I wanted him. He''s a yer. A fucking jerk who doesn''t give a shit about anybody but himself. "d to know where i stand. Don''t worry. I wasn''t interested in being with you. You''re too fucking broken anyways. Besides, I wouldn''t waste my time with someone who ims they''re a man but still acts like a child" He''s quiet, ruminating over your words, letting them settle on his tongue unfavourably. He sighs before turning and leaving you standing there. Why the fuck do i do this to myself? Why do i give a fuck about people who don''t deserve it? Well, whether he wants me to or not, i feel bad about him being hit. Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Scarletts P.O.V Its dinner time. You sit quietly eating away at the steak on your te. Your eyes shift back and forth from Kirk and your mom. You avoid the intense gaze from Oliver. I have nothing to say to him You stab at the meat, only to realise you''ve mindlessly eaten it all. You begin to chip away at the broli on your te, thankful that you have an excuse to look down. I just don''t have the energy to deal with him at all. He''s got his own shit and his own ways to deal. I should''ve just left him alone. "So what happened to your eye, Oliver?" Oliver nces at his father with a disinterested expression, and pops a piece if meat into his mouth, chewing loudly. "I''m serious, Oliver. Do i need to call your mother?" Oliver shakes his head, and sets down his knife. "It''s nothing. Really." "Okay, well I''ll see if your mother agrees. You don''t juste home with a ck eye for no damn reason." Kirk pats his pockets searching for his phone. When he cant find it right away, he pushes his chair back. "Dad, stop. Its not a big deal" "No. Because I''ve had enough of these mysterious fucking bruises and shit..." Maybe i can help him out? Awe, fuck it. "It was sort if my fault." You meet Kirk gaze. He raises his brow at you, and settles his arms back on the table. "What do you mean?" I don''t know why the fuck I''m doing this for him. Its not like Oliver deserves to be rescued. "Earlier i had gotten out of the shower and was running down the stairs, but my towel tripped me up and Oliver came to catch me and I head butted him." Damn, that was a smooth lie. I almost believed it. You avert your eyes to Oliver, who''s watching you carefully with a stolid expression. Kirk turns his attention back to his son. "Is that true?" Oliver pulls his lips into a small smile, giving the illusion that he was just being modest. "I didn''t want to mention it because it was embarrassing for Scarlett." "Yeah. I asked him not to. I felt bad." You shrug, and offer Kirk a sympathetic smile.Content held by N?velDrama.Org. "Honestly, I didn''t think it would turn into this big thing. You know college kids are always getting into fights." "Well, I''m not finished with you yet. We''re gonna talk about your attitude. As long as you live under my roof you will follow my rules." Oliver disappears from the dining room to go sulk in another room. You turn back to his dad. "Men and their raging hormones." Your mother chuckles, and rests a hand on Kirks arm. "i know your upset, babe, but I wouldn''t be worrying about things now. Just eat and let him be." Kirk rubs the back of his neck, staring ckly down at his te. "I''m not sure I''m hungry anymore" Your eyes follow out into the hallway where Oliver just was. I just don''t understand why he views everyone as the enemy. Even his own father when he shows concern? It''s ridiculous. "Scarlett, maybeter you and Oliver could do something out of the house. He''s been pretty cooped up since he finished his semester. He could probably use a night out of the house" "I don''t know, mom..." "Oh, nonsense. How hard is it to spend time with him, Scar? Just do something fun. Movies, swimming, bowling. Or whatever it is you guys find fun." "Just so long as its legal" Your mother giggles at Kirk as she ces her hand on his neck to pull him to her for a kiss. After today, I''d rather stick my hand through a meat grinder than spend time with him. "I already have ns with Briana tomorrow" "Well I''m sure you can spare an hour for Oliver. Or why don''t you all go do something together?" Your mind is invaded with images of Oliver and Briana flirting and hooking up. You clench your jaw, and dispel them with a shake of your head. "Fine. I''ll figure something out." I don''t know what''s worse, the idea of spending time alone with him, or basically setting him and Briana up to fuck by having us all hangout. Then again, what do i care if they fuck/ I don''t want him... You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. Yeah, that''s really fucking convincing. Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Scarletts P.O.V After school on Friday you and Briana are hanging out in your room. She''s trying on trying for the party tonight. You''ve already told your mom that you''re sleeping over at Briana''s. Briana turns, running her hands down the length of the short, tight blue dress that hugs her curves. Her blonde locks are pulled up into a messy bun with a few ringlets hanging down framing her round face. "What do you think of this one?" You tap your chin, eyes scanning down the length of her, before you answer honestly. "It looks good, but I''d wear the wedges. It''ll make your legs look longer and irresistible" She nces at the ck wedges at the foot of your bed and nods her head, walking to scoop them up off the floor. She sits on the edge of your bed. "You''re right...god. I''m so excited about tonight." "Me too." You sigh, and let your head fall back against your desk chair. "I just need to fucking unwind, you know?" Briana brings her gaze to you as she slips her feet into the wedges. She raises a brow at you. "Is it all that built up lust for Oliver?" You roll your eyes. This again. She''s fucking relentless. "No. I already told you, I don''t want him. Jesus. Is your motive to press me until I change my answer?" She shrugs, shing you a cocky grin while sticking her tongue out. "All I''m saying is, I sense some electricity." You sigh, running your fingers through your hair, tugging at the tangled spots, before your eyes move to the dress you''ve picked out. Yeah, more one that destroys everything in its path. You pinch the bridge of your nose, and reach for your shirt, tugging it over your head. Just as your arms are up in the air pulling it off your bedroom door bursts open and there stands Oliver. You yelp, and grab the shirt, bunching it up to cover yourself considering you''re not wearing a bra. I really have to stop getting caught naked by him. "What the hell, Oliver? Do you not know ho to knock?" A sardonic smirk pulls his lips sideways as he leans against the doorway. Your eyes roam down his lean muscle, in his tight ck t-shirt and basketball shorts. Your eyes widen slightly as you make out the outline of his dick in his shorts. Damn... he must be huge. Especially if that''s the size soft. "You''d think you''d lock the door if you were going to strip." "I shouldn''t have too. Its called privacy. You have no fucking boundaries" You shake your head angrily at him, narrowing your eyes to shoot him a dirty look. "Get the hell out" You wave him away, but he doesn''t budge. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest, and focuses his gaze on your chest where you see a sh of ravenous hunger lean in his dark eyes. Oh, so I guess everything''s back to normal for him... he''s the same arrogant asshole who thinks i want him again. Yesterday all forgotten, huh... "I''m enjoying my view" "I''m sure you are you pig" You nce around the room, ready to toss something at him if need be, when he directs his attention to Briana. If you were angry about how he was eyeing you, when he slides his gaze over your best friend and openly licks his lips, before he smiles so wide his perfect teeth are gleaming, you''re fucking furious now. Why does this man truly think that I''m going to just give in to him when he makes an effort to flirt with my friends? yer is not a turn on. You watch as Briana blushes, and runs her hands over her curves. "Bri, where are you going?" You nce back and forth between them. She better not fucking invite him! "Its nothing. We''re just going to a party tonight. Our friend Jenny is throwing it at her ce. Her parents are out of town." Your eyes widen mortified, and your expression twists into a malice. "Briana!" Briana rolls her eyes at you and turns her fascinated smile on Oliver. "You shoulde! It''d be fun." Seething with anger, you storm out your room, mming the door behind you. Briana''s always been the friend to test me, but that waspletely ridiculous. She knows how much we don''t get along... and shed inviting him for her own benefit despite how ufortable and annoyed it makes me You let your legs carry you to the kitchen, where you rummage through the cab you know a Bacardi is hiding. Guess its not too early to tart drinking after all. You unscrew the bottle, raising it to your lips. You cringe when the string smell of liquor singes your nose. Not my drink of choice but fuck it. You take arge gulp of the clear run followed by a deep breath as it burns going down your throat. Screwing the cap back on, you stow, the bottle back in the cab above the fridge and take long strides down to your bedroom in the basement. Your door is still closed when you get to the bottom of the steps. I hope he''s fucking left. You push the door, and frown when you see him perched in your desk chair. Bri''s sitting on the end of your bed. Both their heads turn when you enter. You ignore Bri''s gaze as your anger resurfaces. "Can you leave? Don''t you have your on friends?" Clearly not if he feels the need to bother mine. Mom was right about one thing; he doesn''t get out the house much. Probably because no one enjoys his smart ass mouth. "Hm... I wasn''t really attempting to be friends with Bri." You scoff and look at him in disgust. "Well, if Bri entertains that she''s dummer than i thought." You ignore the surprised gasp from your friend and all your fists at your side. Oliver clucks his tongue and stands, towering over you. He looms above you with a cunning expression, before he wordlessly leaves. Oh, now he leaves without a sarcastic remark... surprised there. You turn to Bri and ce your hands on your hips. You frown at her. Bri sighs. "I forgive you for that stupidment. You really need to lighten up. Maybe he''s an asshole to you because you don''t even give him a chance. He might be a pretty chill dude." "Wouldn''t you love to find out. Thest thing i wanted to do was be under his scrutiny." You gesture wildly, and huff angrily. "This mov and having to amodate someone ho clearly enjoys getting a rise out of me has a been a nightmare" Bri firms he lips, and her brows furrow as she gives you a look of sympathy and gets up toe over to you. She throws her arms around you and squeezes. "I''m sorry, okay? I honestly thought you guts were just bickering. I didn''t know you were really that upset about him" You''re reluctant hug her. You sigh, feeling the weight of your emotions sitting heavy on our shoulders. "Let''s just sat ever since I''ve met him, I''ve been stressed the hell out" "I''m sorry, Scar." You finally wrap your arms around her, hugging her back before she drops her arms and steps back, giving you a small smile. "Just uninvite him then. Besides talking to him while you disappeared, he didn''t seem too interested in it anyways. He said something about a date." A date? You attribute the way your heart pounds in your chest and you feel yourself start to sweat to stress, but the truth lingers in the back of your mind. Jealousy... I''m fucking jealous. Christ. You pinch the bridge of your nose, let your eyes flutter closed and take a few deep breaths. "What?" I have a fucking issue... like, literally? What is wrong with me? You drop your arm back to your side and lick your dry lips. "I uh, nothing. I''m just surprised someone wants to put up with his that all." Briana narrows her eyes and points an using finger at you. You already know what she''s going to say before she says it as her lips slowly pull into a smile. "You''re jealous... aren''t you" You wave your hand, and shake your head. "No. No, I''m not" Your firm dering you''re not jealous, but her smile doesn''t waver. "Whatever you say. I''d just uninvite him them." "I will in a little. I want to try on my dress." You wee a distraction. Anything to get her to stop looking at you like he''s caught you doing something naughty. He can fucking enjoy himself on his date. As long as he''s not showing up to the party.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Scarletts P.O.V Later that night when Briana has to leave, you find yourself packing a bag with what you''ll need for Jenny''s party. Once the bag is packed, you nce in the mirror convinced the ck yoga pants and low-cut, lose fitted t-shirt wont rm your mom that you''re doing anything suspicious tonight. You push some loose stands of wavy hair back behind your ear and decide that nows a good time to uninvite Oliver just so he gets the hint. Not that I believe had pass up a chance to get his dick wet with his date bying to some random high school party. You begin walking towards your door, determined to confront him about tonight when uncertainty floats in your mind. Then again, why give him an opportunity to piss me off and be amused. I mean, its not like he''ll actually You shake your head, and just as you''re about to reach for your door, you halt. No, I''m not going to let him think its okay to crash this party. You reach for the door, pulling it open, as your ears pick up the sound of music ying from his room. You don''t even knock when you enter and watch as he narrows his eyes at you and turns down the music. Its not like he knocked on my damn door. I really need to remember to lock y bedroom door from now on to avoid that in the future. "Don''t preach to me about knocking when you just pulled the same shit." You ignore the pull you feel every time you set eyes on him, even now when you can tell he''s just showered. His hair is wet and tousled like he ran his fingers through it and massaged his scalp. Water droplets glisten on his forehead, sliding down the side of his face ad neck, only to kiss the bare muscr pecs of his chest. Shit he''s shirtless. So much for thinking clearly. You clear your throat, prying your eyes away from his chiselled torso. You re at him, venom on your tongue as you reply. "Ever heard of treat people the way you want to be treated?" "Jesus, what is this? A third-grade lesson on respect?" He is so fucking infuriating You step further into his room, watching as he leans backwards while sitting on the edge of his bed. Thank god he''s not in boxers. I''d be a fucking goner. "Look, I didn''te here to get into some meaningless argument." His unwavering gaze makes you a little self-conscious, but you don''t back down. You meet him with one just as firm and continue. "I don''t know why Bri thought to invite you to the party tonight, but I just want to rify that you''re not invited. Its not even our party to invite you too, and even if it were... No." He doesn''t react. Not in the beginning. His expression is impassive as he rubs his chin contemtively. I''m not here to spare his damn feelings. I''m here to be blunt and upfront so I don''t go do some dumb shit. When he doesn''t say something after a minute, you look away awkwardly. "I mean, I didn''t even think you''de anyways. Bri said you had a date, but i just wanted to be clear with you for whatever reason." Nothing... this is fucking awkward. You can take his harrowing gaze. You shift on your feet and begin to spin around when he finally speaks. "Hm... I''ll admit i didn''t want to go in the beginning. Not really. I was only saying shoot to get you pissed off, but now I''m truly intrigued." You whip back to face him and stop a few steps forward until your right in front of him. He''s almost your height even sitting on the bed. "No. It doesn''t matter because you''re noting" He shrugs, amused by your annoyance. He leans back on his elbows, and you cant help but drag your eyes greedily down his body. You swallow the pool of saliva that fills in your mouth and bring your eyes back up to his where you''re met with a smirk. "Oh, I think i am one" "No" "Yes" You huff angrily and widen your arms dramatically. "I don''t want you there. Besides, you have another poor woman to annoy" He shrugs carelessly. "Doesn''t matter. It doesn''tpare to how fun it is provoking you." "Oh, really? Well, I''m just gonna let you in on a little fucking secret..." You lean forward, leavening your hight with his, while softening your expression like he''s a child. "I''m not going to be provoked by you anymore. I don''t care enough about you to br provoked. And these little games-" You gesture between you two. "Its over. If I''ve learnt anything, its that you disgust me. I don''t want you... and i never will" His smirk wavers slightly, twisting to something more devious and hungry. A scious gaze that slides over you like a second skin, like he''s moments from tearing you apart and your body knows it. The hair on your neck and arms stand on end, and your nipples harden instantly. "Is that so?" He swipes his thumb across his plump lip as he sits up slowly. You''ve somehow be breathless. You ce your hand in the middle of your chest, running it up to cup your neck as you soften your brows. "You can say you don''t want me all you want, Scarlett... but i know the truth" He rises, and steps forward, careful to reach for you, but teasingly he doesn''t touch you. Not the way your body wants to be touched. He leaves an inch of space between his hand and your skin as h moves it over your chest down towards your aching nipples. "N-no" "You know the truth too, otherwise you would''ve run from the room by now" You take a deep breath as he moves his hand over your throat and finally makes constant with your sensitive skin. "Not fair" You cant think straight. Not when he''s so close. When he smells too good. You shudder as he moves his hand down to the base of your throat and finally guides his palm down to cup a swollen breast. "I want to put my mouth on these" He rolls his thumb over the swollen buds of your nipples. "Suck on them until you''re begging me." He pinches your nipple and you gasp, arching your back so you push your breasts harder into his grasp. "Tell me again how you don''t want me, Scar" You moan softly when he uses your nickname. The word rolls off his tongue mesmerisingly, almost a growl. "Oliver..." "Fuck, cant you see what you do to me?" With his other hand he reaches for tour hand, cing it against his chest, slowly dragging it down his smooth muscles until you reach his throbbing erection. You feel your insides clench when he uses your hand to cup as much of his monstrous length as you can through his shorts. "Oh god..." His dark eyes peer into yours, and you get lost in them like endless depths. "Come on, tell me to stop since I disgust you so much" He''s definitely not being fair... but god, i cant stop my body from wanting him. Even with the frustration he makes me feel, I''m fucking soaking wet. You clench your thighs together as he leans forward and presses his lips against your jaw, and when you feel his tongue dart out as he trails a row of kisses down your neck, you start hyperventting. "I know you want me, tell me, Scar. Tell me what you want me to do to you." Why does his mouth feel so good? Why is it that every time I feel like I can resist, I''m reminded that he''s more intoxicating than i will admit? "Touch me, Oliver. I want you to put your mouth on me" You feel his erection twitch trough his shorts. His lips curve upwards slowly with triumph as his eyes search your face looking for doubt, but in that moment all you can think, breath and feel is him. "That''s what I thought" A soft moan escapes your lips when he releases your hand and twists you so he can lower his head to your chest as he pushes your shirt up. You grab his broad, muscr shoulder, steadying yourself as his warm breath tickles your nipple. The anticipation of his wet mouth on that sensitive part of you has you panting. You squirm, shifting impatiently as she blows on your nipple. You whine. He chuckles. "Eager aren''t we?" You have no fucking idea. You push your breasts outward, pressing your nipple to his mouth, and without further antics, he opens his soft lips and captures a pink rosebud in his mouth. Oh fuck! You let your head fall backwards as he swirls his tongue relentlessly until you''re a throbbing mess. He uses his hand to massage your other breast, paying equal attention to that nipple. "That feels so fucking good, don''t stop Oliver." "Mmm." He releases your breast with a ''pop'' before he begins to flick he tip of his tongue at your nipple. "Mmmm. Fucking perfect tits. I wouldn''t dream of stopping, baby" "Oh god!" You moan deeply when you feel hisrge hand between your thighs. He teases you with just a soft strok of hos fingers right on your pubic area. He''s so close to my... "Ah!" His fingers don''t miss this time, cupping your centre before stroking you through your yoga pants. "Oliver... yes, yes, yes" He moves his lips over yours, capturing your moans as if they''re owed got him. His lips mould expertly against yours, his tongue gently massaging yours every time you open your mouth and let another moan slip out. It feel too good. I think I''m gonna- oh shit He presses harder, working the bundle of nerves between your thighs, bringing you closer to orgasm. You''re breathless, writhing in his palm. He sucks your tongue gently into his mouth, and a guttural groan leaves his lips as you press his erection against your side as he continues to stroke you. "Are you gonna be a good girl, and cum for me, Scarlett?" "Oh, fuck yes. I cant stop myself." He bites your lip, tugging yfully as his strokes quicken. "I want to feel you soak these panties. Soak the for me, baby." I cant hold back when he talks to me like that... everything about him, fuck. Even the fact he''s so hard for me. "I will. I''m so close, Oliver" "I love when you moan my name. Fuck, I can already feel your wetness through your pants. I bet ties panties are fucking soaked." You feel yourself getting wetter and soon the silk fabric of your panties is moist and gliding against you, adding more friction right on your sweet spot. Your moans fill the room, and for once you don''t give a shit about who''s in the house. You cant. Not when you''re this close to relief, to pleasure. The way he''s stroking me... just the way he''s so eager for me to cum is driving me wild. Oliver reaches for your jaw, tightening his grip to move your face sideways so your eyes meet. He moves just a centimetre from your mouth, and with utter control andmand, he orders you to give in. "I want you to cum now, Scarlett" "Oh god, I''m cuming!" "Fuck yes." He groans your name as you cum endlessly and powerfully in your pants. Your body shakes, and you feel your legs weaken and wobble. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to him where you let yourself copse a little, breathing the intoxicating scent of him. Oh. My. God. After a few minutes pass, he loosens his grip and lets you take a step back from him. Your acutely aware that you just let him rub you to orgasm. Your face warms, you feel the blush surfacing to your cheeks, and you press the back off your hand to your cheeks, moving your gaze around his room to avoid his eyes. I''m fucking unbelievable... seriously. I''m ill. A fucking junkie. Every time i get near him its like i need another hit. No wonder he doesn''t take me seriously. You wrap your arms around yourself, and sigh. "Well... that didn''t really go how I expected it too" "It went how i expected it too" You''ve gotta be fucking kidding me. "Has anyone ever told you that you let your mouth ruin a lot of moments?" "Quite the contrary. Women tend to enjoy my mouth..." He winks at you, swiping his thumb across his bottom lip. "But that''s a perk you''ll have to enjoy another time, because you have a party to attend." He taps his arm like he''s checking a watch and you roll your eyes. "I think I''ve had enough of your perks. Thanks." You begin to leave, determined to ignore him but he calls after you. "We''ll see" N?velDrama.Org holds ? this. Oliver stands silently, a brooding expression on his face as you cast a nce over your shoulder as you leave his bedroom. What the hell was i thinking? You tune into the sound of your mom humming as she goes past the basement stairs. Oh my god, did she hear us? No. She would''vee down had she... right? You hurry back to your room, and search for your phone. I''m ready to get the hell out of here for the night. Get my drink on and forget that I''m living with an asshole who has the sexual charisma of an incubus. Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Scarletts P.O.V Pulling out your phone, you send a quick text to Briana. Scarlett: I''m ready when you are. You nce at the door and move your hand to your throat where his mouth was. I need a drink one as slot bigger than a swig of liquor. Briana: yes! I''m ready 2 get my drink on! Scarlett: same. I''ll drive over in a minute. Briana: sounds good. Just when you send another text your mom calls you. "Scarlett, get up here now! I have to talk to you." Oh shit... she doesn''t know does she? You feel your pulse quicken as a wave of nervous heat washes over you. You rub your forehead, and rim your lips. Stop overthinking it. She couldn''t have heard me unless she was down here near his door. I didn''t hear anything. "What mom? I''m getting ready to go to Bri''s." "No! Not before i speak to you. Get up here and meet me in the kitchen." God damn... You let out a long,boured breath, and walk out of your room towards the stairs. Maybe this is it... she knows. We''re caught. I mean, what else could she be so angry about? When you reach the kitchen, you find her standing at the kitchen door with her brows furrowed and her shoulder high. She ces a hand on her hip and cocks her head sideways with a knowing look. With a nod of her head, she gestures for me to take a seat on the stool at the ind in the middle of the room. "Sit" Shit... just y it cool. Freaking out would probably only lead to confusion and more problems. "What''s up, mom?" You perch on the edge of the stool and sp your hands together after you ce your phone face down on the counter. She stares quietly for a few seconds, before she groans and ces he hands on the counter an leans into it. "Can you guess why I''m upset with you?" Yay... we''re going to t twenty questions. There''s a handful of reasons for her to be upset with me. It''s just a matter of what one she knows. You shake your head. "No mom, I don''t know" "I asked you if you''d do something and include Oliver an yet you''re sleeping over at Bri''s and not even making an effort." Oh, i included him in something, alight. You sicker, and your moms eyes narrow. "I think you want me to say you cant go to Bri''s... why else would you think what i say is funny?" "I don''t" Your mom shoves fingers through her hair, sighing as she turns to tend to the vegetables on the counter. "Briana invited him to hangout with us a littleter but he didn''t want to go." "Honey, i think you''ve forgotten the power of persistence... Oliver!" Your eyes widen, as you blush when she calls his name. Please don''te up here... please don''t one up here. "I''ll ask him. You two are going to get along and enjoy each otherspany. You''re practically family" Ew... way to ruin the thoughts in my head. We are fucking far from family. I know my mom. She never stays with a man more than a year. We''d be lucky if we made it to fucking Christmas. You keep yourself from scoffing. I don''t want to hurt her feelings. You hear Oliver''s footsteps resounding on the floor as he nears the kitchen. Willing yourself to rx, you hold your head in your hands, and take a deep breath when you know he''s entered. The air changes when he enters the room. Your body is alerted just in the way it makes your nipples hard when his delectable scent wafts from him. This is so embarrassing... T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. "Oliver, did Scarlett ask you to do anything at all? Like the movies, or something??" When he doesn''t answer right away, you lift your head and look at him. His eyes skirt to you, and they narrow yfully a little as a small smile forms on his lips. "She definitely asked me to do something" God, I know right where his mind is. You widen your eyes to shoot him a ''What the fuck'' look. He chuckles and rests his palms agains the ind. You watch as he shakes his head slowly and the hair dishevels atop his head. "See i told you" Your mother crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh really?" Your mother turns her eyes to Oliver. "Okay, so what did she ask you to do?" "She asked me to go hiking" Well, she''s going to know that''s a fucking lie. Just great. Your mom scoffs, and sweeps her hair off her shoulder, before she scrutinises you. "Scarlett asked you to hike?...this must be a miracle" Oliverughs, tossing is head back. "Hey! Is it so unbelievable I''d want to hike?" I could hike if i wanted too. I''m just a nut when ites to bugs. They are the worst thing about summer. You swat Oliver''s arm but he doesn''t let up with theughter. You avert your eyes to your mom, narrowing them with annoyance at her. She holds up her arms innocently and chuckles. "I''m sorry, Scar. It''s just you''re not one for physical activity and nature" She''s not wrong, but still "Well for your information, mom, i did ask him to hike because I was trying to do something I thought he''d like. Its not always about me" This kinda sucks though because lie or not, now I have to go hiking or she''s going to know I was lying. "Yeah, I figured we could go tomorrow." You shake your head before you stop to think about your reaction in front of your mom. I was nning on having a raging hangover tomorrow. Thest thing I want to do is hike for hours. "Tomorrow ? That''s not really a good time for me." Oliver mockingly taps his chin before he shrugs. "I''m sure you''ll make time. Its only for an hour or two." He grins. That asshole knows I''m gonna be hungover and he''s just trying to mess with me! It doesn''t mean I have to go, I mean, I guess I could lie to my mom and say we went. Yeah, because lying gets you far. You sigh, and tug at your hair. "I guess that''s fine. See mom, are you happy? You have proof now." "Yes. At least I know you two are trying to make an effort. I don''t think you both understand how much strain it puts on me and Kirk when you don''t get along." Jeez, way to add the guilt. "We''re getting along. Its fine. Oliver I''ll see you tomorrow" You wave him goodbye prematurely, hoping he gets the hint to start leaving. "Or sooner" You''ve got to be kidding me. He winks at you on his way out of the kitchen. Asshole. Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Scarletts P.O.V In the evening, you arrive at Bri''s and both of you begin getting ready for Jenny''s party. You shuffle through your duffle bag and pull out your tight, ripped ck jeans, your long ck boots and your tight red crop top. Bri gasps and runs over to the clothes you''veid out on her bed. "Damn girl, you''re gonna look sexy tonight - Oliver wishes he could get with you" Bri scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest and casting you a look. You firm your lips, closing your eyes briefly to hide the excitement fro your expression. I''m supposed to be forgetting about that asshole... just leaving it alone for the night to enjoy myself. So why am I excited at the thought of dressing up for him? No, no, no, no. You shakes your head, and divert your attention elsewhere. "Please god, can we just not talk about him. He''s a fucking pain in my ass" Bri tosses her head backwards, cackling loudly, before moving towards her dresser to sit and begin doing her makeup. "Mmm, a sexy pain in your ass" You shoot her an agitated look, and sigh, reaching for your bag to pull out your makeup and earrings. "You''re just as relentless as him" "What can I say, I love pissing you off" That makes two of you. What is her fascination with him? "God, I''m sure once summer is over, he''ll be out of my sight and I''ll be off to college, so I wont have to worry about any of this crap" Bri angles her face mirror so she can see you, as she puts on foundation she quirks her brow usingly at you. "Why wont you admit that you like him?" You drop your clothes back on her bed, and twist to face her fully. "Because... he thinks he can get every girl he wants, and if I''m stupid enough to fall for that shit, then god, lock my ass up" "Sex doesn''t always have to be so formal, Scar. I mean, you can just enjoy yourself and not have obligations" Oh, yeah. That''s her fricken motto. I love her but she needs to be safer. "Sure, Bri. When should I schedule him in to fuck? When my mom''s in the shower? When his dad''s cooking dinner in the kitchen? I mean,e on" Content held by N?velDrama.Org. "When there''s a will there''s a way" You groan and turn back around. You swipe your clothes off the bed and head to the bathroom off her bedroom, not before you hear Bri mumbling. "We''re gonna get some drinks into you and loosen you up a bit" Once you''re in the bathroom, you set your clothes on the toilet seat and take a deep breath. I''m not sure I want to go if I''m going to get interrogated by her all night. All I want is for her to let it go. Oliver will never be anything more than the son of the guy my mom''s dating. You examine your appearance in the mirror, pushing back your autumn coloured locks to get a better look at your freckled skin. You run your hands over your face and being stripping your clothes off. Your still wet from your encounter with Oliver earlier. Your yoga pants are a reminder of the intimacy that took ce in his room. I''ll admit one thing, he is incredibly enticing. After your clothes and boots are on, you pull your hair out of its ponytail and fluff it by running your fingers through it. When you go back into Briana''s bedroom, she turns to you, one eye with makeup done. She holds the brush up high and waves it dramatically as she speaks to you. "What are you going to do if he shows up?" "I''m going to p you for letting him know what the hell we were doing tonight... you shouldn''t have told him." "I''m sorry but he seemed genuinely interested. Besides, you know me. I''m all about a good time" "You''re fucking telling me" "Hey! Don''t act like you don''t have fun when you''re with me" So as long as I''m not babysitting your ass. Your phone vibrates ion your bag, and you move quickly to grab it, searching the screen and frowning when his name pops up. Oliver: see you tonight He''s bluffing. He wouldn''te. Would he? I shouldn''t even reply. I should leave that ass on read. Taking a deep breath, you text a quick reply Scarlett: no you won''t. Oliver: yes... I will "Who the hell is that?" You pinch the bridge of your nose. The nagging ache in your head is a pulsating pain when your phone vibrates again. Oliver: Hell, I got a formal invite from your mother to tag along. Wait... he didn''t fucking tell my mom did he? As panic surges inside of you, you curse out loud and Brian crosses the room to you, grabbing your wrist to angle your phone towards her. She furrows her brows, unable to figure out who''s number it is since you haven''t saved his contact to your phone. And I never fucking will save that to my phone because I doubt what''s going on willst long anyways. The rage fuel expression on your face is followed by you frantically tapping the keys to interrogate Oliver over text. Scarlett: what the hell do you mean she invited you? Did you rat me out? Oliver: rx That fucking goldening from him. "Is that Oliver?" You raise your gaze and scoff before addressing her. "Are you surprised? I fucking hate that they gave him my number. Makes it harder to ignore his ass." Briughs. You wave your had dismissively, distractedly looking back at your phone before sending him a text. Scarlett: plz do me a favour and just stay away from me. Oliver: But somehow you find your way to me. For someone who''s so annoyed with me, your body says otherwise. Scarlett: Don''t listen to my body. I shouldn''t even be listening to it. For someone who can have ''any'' girl he wants you seem to be pretty determined to have me. Oliver: so? Youugh mirthlessly, and when you lift your eyes you see Bri watching you closely. "What" "I''m telling you, he really says some bold shit. Always thinking I want him" "Yeah, he''s right" Your mouth falls open. Fuck, I need to stopining about him. It''s so hard when he''s so infuriating. You decide to send Oliver onest text and put your phone on silent. Scarlett: well, you keep trying but I''m not going to sleep with you. Oliver: :) sure. With a resigned sigh, you toss your phone on her bed. "You ca say what you want, but you alway seem a little more vibrant after a sparring match with Oliver." "Really" You don''t conceal your surprise. "It''s absolutely draining having to deal with him" "That''s because its so fun and aggravating. I''m telling you, I already know you two will have the best sex." "Bri!" "What? You know it''s true..." The way he touched me, and the things he said... I know damn well it''s true. Urgh. And that''s the problem. Heat rolls through you and you fins yourself with unwanted lust. "Girl, you really are a bad influence" Briana twists in the chair she''s sitting in that''s in front of her vanity, and sticks her tongue out at you. "That''s why I''m fun, and why you love me." "Your not wrong" Briana turns and starts ying music on her Bluetooth speaker. "Regardless of him, lets have fun tonight! I''m ready to get drunk" You nod, smiling widely. "Hell yeah! I''m soooo ready!" Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Scarletts P.O.V As soon as itste enough, you and Bri leave her house it''s the excuse that you''re both studying at your house, before you drive to Jenny''s house. It''s the first time you''ve been to he house, and when you roll down the street you widen your eyes when your destination is the vast house at the end of the street. You can tell by the mass cars parked all the way down the street that there''s a good amount of people here. "Shit. It looks like the whole fucking school is here." "Knowing Jenny, probably" She''s always been one for attention. Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. You park your can on the street, ignoring the nagging thought in your mind about parking tickets and driving. Your eyes are trained on the people scurrying to her front door carrying big bottles of what appears to be liquor. "Scar, hurry up, lets go!" You pick up the pace, following after her as best you can in your heels. Your eyes scan the crowd when you go through th front door, and despite deciding to put thoughts of him on the back burner, you search for Oliver. I know he wont show up. Its all talk. God, I''m not disappointed am I? "Oh my god! Everyone''s here! Kitchen, Scar! Let''s get our drink on!" Music pulsates fromrge speakers in the vast living room. Its so loud it spills into almost every room you pass through to get to the kitchen. You watch as your peers grind and dance on each other, the smell of sweat, liquor and sex wafts thick in the air. "I want to dance but I have to get drunk enough!" Youugh, and follow behind her as you both arrive at the kitchen. There''s a ton of people, but Bri''s stic cups, and beer bottles. Your eyes shift to the counter covered with wine bottles, spiked punch, beer and liquor. Jenny has outdone herself. No surprise. I''m notparing though. "What do you want?" "Wine for me" "I gotchu!" Briana manages to grab some wine and hands it to you. "Thanks" Briana grins mischievously and manages to swipe a massive mug from the cupboards, ignoring the red solo cups, and fills it half way with spiked punch and then pours more vodka in with it. You cringe. "If you''re drinking all that, that''s your only drink for the night. I don''t want you to die!" Bri rolls her eyes at you, waving you off before she takes a giant gulp of her punch. "Okay, mom! You''re overdramatic" "Ha! Okay, well when you''re throwing up I''ll just say i told you so" "Its not fun unless you throw up!" This bitch...'' You grin and shake your head. Your eyes scan the crowd once more and that''s when you realise they guy from your chem ss is staring at you. Your eyes meet, and you feel yourself blush before you look away quickly. "A lot of people are giving you the eye, Scar" "Really?" With her mouth pressed against her cup, Briana nods. "I noticed, Jayden staring at me." Briana hip checks you,ughing loudly. "Girl, you better go get on that!" "I''m not about to get pregnant" "I am" Especially not by Jayden... I mean, if I was going to sleep with someone... You don''t finish that thought. You shake your head. Was I really just about to admit to myself that I wanted to... ya know what. I need to drink. You down your drink, before you have Bri grab you another one. When she hands you another drink, she points at Jayden. "Go over and talk to him" "No way!" "Ive said like two words to him this entire school year" "Well he''s clearly into you" "Well, if he is, I had no clue" "Well you''re about to find out because he''sing over here!" "Oh, fuck!" You watch as Jayden pushes his way past people and waves at you. "I''ll leave you two alone" Briana wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, and you smack her on the arm whileughing. "Please, Stop. Go" "Scarlett" "Jayden" He chuckles, and despite the crippling anxiety swirling in your gut, you manage to hold a conversation. "I''m d to see you here" "You are?" "Well yeah. It beats being in ss, listening to Mr. Judd go on about dumb shit." "Yeah, that''s true. Do you know if he''s assigned partners for the project or do we get to pick?" Jayden shrugs, taking a swig of beer before frisking his lips in contemtion. Your eyes sweep over his face. He''s cute. Not in a tant breathtaking way like Oliver. But in a boyish kind of way. He''s not as tall as Oliver. Oh my god. I need to shut the hell up. "I''m kind of hoping we can pick" You nod slowly. "Do you have a partner in mind?" There''s no one I''m really close with in that ss so not really. You shake your head. "No one in particr" Jayden holds his hand over his chest dramatically and feigns being offended. "Wow, you didn''t even consider me?" Damn... he seems into me "Did you consider me?" "Oh yeah" "Oh. Well hey, I''ll take you up on that offeres Monday" "I''ll hold you too it" A couple seconds go by in awkward silence. You let your gaze slip back towards the kitchen. "Well, I better go find Bri before she''spletely lost in there" "Ah, yes. Well, I''m gonna hold you to what you said on Monday" He teases you with a smirk. You raise your brow and snicker. "I''m sure you will. Later, Jayden." He waves goodbye to you with his beer as you go in the pursuit of Briana, venturing down the hallway. God this house is huge! You make your way to what appears to be the dining room, and you find Bri hugging Emily - a girl from your gym ss who''s pretty down to earth, but known for partying. "Hey!" "Oh my god, you have toe quick, someone''s skinny dipping in the pool!" "Holy shit, who?" "I think its Tessa Scott! Someone said she got so drunk she puked and then just started taking her clothes off" You cover your mouth mortified. "Are your serious?" Emily nods, excitedly shifting from side to side. "Yes! I didn''t fucking believe it either until someone showed me a picture of it" You gasp Tessa''s gonna be mortified tomorrow. And leave it to our ssmates to videotape and snap pics of it. Bri turns to you, animatedly bouncing up and down "We have to check that out" I''m all one for fun, but Tessa already gets bullied, and it''s just going to be worse now. Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Scarlett''s POV "I think I''m going to use the bathroom" I''m not exactly sure where the bathroom is, but there''s probably a million of them here. Briana lets you go without a word. She''s too engrossed in what''s going on. You sigh, just as you open the door to what looks like an office, but has a door off the left of it. Before you can enter, someone tugs on your arm, and you spin around toe face to face with Jayden. "Hey, they''re doing body shots" "Oh god, are you trying to get my drunk?" You tease him, d for the distraction. "Maybe. You down?" "I just might be" He''s cute, and nice, and not bad to talk too. "Okay, I''m in" You close the door, and let him lead you to the living room where a girl isying on the coffee table getting something sucked out of her belly button. There''s a shot ss in her mouth and a guy is squeezing line juice on her cleavage. Wow, he wasn''t fucking around. "I don''t know of I''m brave enough for this" "Oh I doubt that, besides-" He leans into you, moving his mouth close to your ear, and you''re reminded of hoe close Oliver has "I want to be the one that gets to put my mouth on you" That''s the second time a man has said that to me in thest twenty-four hours. Somethings not right. He gauges your reaction, watching as your firm your lips and blush. "That''s bold of you too assume I''d let you" He chuckles, amused with the way you tease him. "Live a little, Scarlett" He challenges you. You bring your gaze back over to the girl who''sying on the table,ughing Content held by N?velDrama.Org. yfully as someone licks the trail of lime juice off her cleavage. You shake your drink, realising its empty. You eye Jayden''s beer and reach for it, swiping it from him and downing the rest. You feel your buzz slowly building. He looks at you with astonishment before mouth is in the crooked grin again. "Are we doing this?" You p your hands "Let''s do this" Oh my god, I''m so fucking nervous You move your eyes to those in the room, and attempt to not be dissuaded by the fact its a bunch of people you''ll have to face once the weekends over. The girl on the table finally gets up, and Jayden leads you to the table, gesturing for you toy down. Its probably a good thing I''m wearing a crop top and not a dress You snicker to yourself as the alcohol finally sets into your bones and you feel light and tingly. Fuck it! "Let''s go" Jayden chuckles deeply as he grabs a shot from someone nearby "Open your mouth" You can tell by the way he winks at you he''s thinking of putting something else between your lips, but he doesn''t say. You do as your told and he puts the shot ss in your mouth. Shit, I hope I don''t drop this You inhale a sharp breath when he pours a shot of what looks like run from the bottle, into your belly button. Its cold. The liquor spills and coats parts of your stomach as you breathe heavily. He casts a look, winks and squirts lime on your upper stomach after pushing your crop top up enough so it doesn''t get wet. "Are you ready?" Unable to speak, you grunt with your eyes wide wide and watch as he hovers over the shot ss in your mouth. He tilts his head back, swallowing the shot sessfully, then fist pumping the air before he move to work on the shot in your belly button. When his lips press against your skin, you gasp. Oh fuck His tongue darts out, gliding around your belly button as he sucks up the liquid. You turn your head, careful not tough because it tickles, and that''s when you make eye contact with Oliver. Holy shit, he''s here! Oh my god... He looks ridiculously hot in washed out blue jeans, and a polo. His muscles are outlinedpletely in the shirt, and his hair is slicked back. He clenches his jaw as he looks at you, his expression guarded as he watches Jayden lick the trail of lime juice off you. You shiver, feeling the affects of his presence immediately. You know if you peeled off your bra your nipples would br hard. Your oddly aware of the heat from in between your thighs that Oliver''s just ignited from his gaze. Why am I so turned on by the thought of him watching? Jayden cheers loudly, before he offers you his hand, and you ept, breaking eye contact with Oliver to sit up. "That was hot" You agree with a nod, pretending to be interested in what he said, but your mind is elsewhere as you look back at where Oliver just was. You whip your head sideways when Jayden starts gently pulling you towards the area where the furniture has been moved so everyone can dace. "W-what are you doing?" "I thought it was obvious? I want to dance with you" Where the hell is Oliver? Mindlessly, you let Jayden spin you around to face him. He puts his hands on your hips, and you blink rapidly, attempting to ignore the nagging voice in your head that''s curious about Olivers whereabouts. How can I be so concerned with where he is, if I didn''t want him here in the first ce? Jayden wants my attention. It''s Jayden who''s truly into me. Oliver just wants to getid. You ce your hands on his hips and let the music guide your body as you sway your hips back and fourth. His crotch grinds against your thigh as you dance and you feel his arousal instantly. Someone''s excited You spin, pressing your ass against his pants, grinding slowly against the bulge in his pants, while wrapping your arms around his neck andying your head back on his chest. Oh god... Your eyes meet Oliver''s again. He''s sipping beer, observing you closely from the doorway in between the foyer and the living room. You feel the intensity of his gaze right in your core. You shiver, but you doing stop dancing. If anything, you make sure you move your hands away from Jayden''s neck and reach for his hands, sliding them sensually down your body. How about a taste of your own medicine? Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Scarlett''s POV Jayden takes a deep breath, his mouth inches from or ear as a deep groan vibrates in his throat. You feel his erection twitch against your ass. "Fuck, you''re so sexy, Scarlett" "Mmm" You respond but you''re too focused on letting a sly smile spread on your mouth, as your peer challengingly at Oliver as if ti say ''game on asshole'' He tries to use my friends to make me jealous... time to see if he likes it. Oliver furrows his brow, downs his beer and shoves it into the arms of some random person passing by before he''s moving towards you. Oh fuck, oh fuck... he''sing over Jayden doesn''t notice the way your panic sets in and makes you tense up. You release his hands, but he takes control and runs them up your body, unaware that you''ve been using him to make another man jealous. No You shake your head at Oliver, hoping he''ll get the hint and stay away, but even if he does, he ignores you. No, instead, he returns your scious grin, and stops directly in front of you. You turn your head to witness Jayden''s confusion. "Yeah man?" "Scarlett" "What the hell are you doing here?" He ignores Jaydenpletely "I think you''re forgetting our little chat earlier" You shrug, tantly appearing agitated, but you know it wont do you any good. Not when ites to Oliver. He only sees and catches on to what he wants to. He''s one selective mother fucker "We didn''t discuss anything important" "Oh really? Should i refresh your memory?" Oliver raises his brow at you, knowing full well what his words are doing to your body. You clench your walls, and stifle a soft sigh. "Ha, I''d love to see you try" Oliver directs his attention to Jayden who looks just as confused as when Oliver first walked over. Oliver reaches for you, wrapping his arms around your waists. "Hey! What are you doing?" Jayden res at Oliver and reaches for you, but Oliver presses his hand threateningly against his chest, holding him back. "She''s done using you to provoke me" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Oliver your being an asshole" He turns his head so his mouth is almost touching your neck, and he whispers in your ear, and your opposition melts. "I''m gonna jog your memory" You cast Jayden a sympathetic look as Oliver begins leading you away form him. "Oliver I told you not toe" "Oh, baby, I''m not going to be the one who''s cuming" Oh fuck... oh fuck... Content held by N?velDrama.Org. Your mind is clouded with images of him stroking your folds with the same skilful movements he had when you caught him jerking off. Your body yearns for his touch in a way that''s toxic. "Tell me, Scarlett. Should I use my fingers? Or my tongue?" "Oh shit, your tongue... use your tongue" "Mmm... how about i use both?" "You''re the expert" You moan softly as he pulls you into the office. The same one you were going to sneak into to find a bathroom and some quiet. He locks the door. You stumble backwards a few steps, but his arms are wrapped around you once again. He reaches for your jaw, tightening his grip just enough to control your movements, so he could force your gaze level with his. "Oh, Scarlett, trying too provoke me... cute" "It worked didn''t it?" "You don''t have to dangle yourself and entice me like that. You already know I want you. After this, you wont forget." "Oh, I''m sure I wont" Your eyes flutter closed when he caresses your bottom lip with his thumb "I don''t think you''ll be able to resist, baby" He''s damn right about that Just as he leans forward you hear familiar screaming. You jerk your head back and look rmingly towards the door "That''s Bri!" Oliver groans, before dropping his arms back down to his side, and straightening his pants to hide his monstrous erection. You move past him, ripping open the door to find Briana and another girl in a screaming match. You stalk toward them, ready to fight the bitch yelling at her if you have to, when you feel a hand on your lower back. Oliver steps in. Oliver steps right in front of Bri, grabbing her arm to hold he steady behind him before he addresses the bitch who''s screaming at her. "First of all, can you back the fuck up out of her face" "Who the fuck do you think you are?" "Do yourself a favour, shut your mouth and back up" "How about you mind your own fucking business" "Or, what? You''re gonna get one of these little fucking high schoolers toe put me in my ce? Please... I''d love to fucking drop somebody tonight. Ive been waiting for the fucking opportunity" She shrinks back, a frown sketched onto her face, making her forehead a mass of wrinkles, and outlining the bags under her eyes. Oliver turns to Bri, points at you. You wave at Bri. She stumbles sideways as she begins walking towards you. Oliver catches her and helps her stay standing while leading her to you. "Bri, What the fuck is going on? What the fuck was that about?" "The bitch got an attitude because I identally bumped into her" You feel the onset of a headache. You pinch the bridge of your nose. Oliver rests his hand on your shoulder, while he peers at you with concern. "Are you alright?" "Just a headache" "What do you guys want to do?" Bri burps, covers her mouth and frowns. "I''m not feeling too good" Not even ten secondster, she clutches her stomach, lurching forward and vomiting on the floor near your feet. You jump backwards. "Fuck, Bri!" Oliver reaches quirky for her hair, pulling it back out her face. Eyes though out the entire room turn towards you as she wrenches on the floor. "Are you okay?" Bri grunts, but cant speak as another bout of dry heaving hits her. "We''re gonna leave. Could your drive us?" Oliver nods, and just as Bri is done throwing up, she wipes her mouth and you and Oliver attempt to help escort her to his car that''s parked out front just a little down the street. When you get to his car, you help her inside the back, and slide into the passenger seat. "That was awful timing" You look at him, watching as he pulls out onto the road. Nothing like a distraction to keep you from possibly making a mistake. Lately it seems like most of what we keep doing is a mistake. "Well I assumed we''d be there longer. Not sure if we can take her home drunk" "Bring her back to our house" "Why?" Thest thing I need is for my parents to I see us. "No ones home but me. They''re gone to a hotel for the night. Something about a romantic evening" "Oh. I see" You shift ufortably in your seat. All of us... alone at the house. So not a good idea, but I''m out of options. "Okay, just take us home" You ignore the uncertainty in your mind. It''ll be fine. Besides, Bri''s sick and she''s gonna need my help. When you look at Oliver as he stops at a red light, you legalise his eyes are on you. The way he''s looking at you, it''s like he wants to devour you right there, and you know you''re in trouble. Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Scarletts P.O.V When you arrive home, as soon as Bri steps out the car she vomits. You reach for her hair, holding it out he face. Oliver curses, and ms his door shut, turning his gaze to you. "Do you need anything?" You shake your head, before it dawns on you that someone''s going to be responsible for cleaning it up, and if you have to take care of Bri, it''d be helpful if Oliver did. You cringe at the chunks of vomit on the ground. "Actually, its be amazing if you could clean that''s up while I get her downstairs" Oliver crinkles his nose, before sighing and nodding. He hands you his keys. "Go get her in, I''m gonna hose it down" You reach for his arm, giving him a small appreciative smile. "Thanks Oliver" "Yeah, don''t worry about it" When Bri stops dry-heaving, you throw he arm over your shoulder and begin walking her into the house. Upon entering, you frown when she groans, and rubs her forehead. "My heads pounding" "I know. How about you get in the shower. That always makes you feel better." Bri looks up, before she curses and closes her eyes tightly. "Got a case of the spins" You roll your eyes when she erupts in a fog ofughter, and wraps her arms around the front of you. Drunk Bri isn''t anything if not overly affectionate "You''re such a good friend" "Thanks, you too" You manage to get her downstairs without another episode of throwing up, and lead her to the bathroom. You deposit her onto the toilet, and move towards the shower, turning the knob before holding your fingers under the jets to feel it warm. You quirk a brow when Bri raises her arms. "Bri, you can undress yourself. Besides, your dress unzips in the back, nothings going over your head" "Oh shit" She looks down at herself and giggles "Can you unzip me?" "Sure" You move to unzip her, and help her stand so she can shake her dress off. Left in a pair panties since she went braless, you back up just as someone knocks on the bathroom door. Shit, Oliver. Turning back to Bri, you excuse yourself quickly and exit the bathroom, praying she doesn''t fall. You close the door behind you as youe face to face with Oliver. He wipes his forehead, and shoves his hands in hips pockets. "Is she going to be Okay?" You nod, aware of hoe the tension between you charges alive again. "Yeah, I just have to get her into bed" The nights events unfold in your thoughts , and you shudder while taking a deep breath. I wish he didn''t affect me so much. He should not have tonight. "I should get back to Bri" You press your hands against his chest, and push him away gently. "I have too get in there before she hurts herself" You watch him, assessing his reaction, part of you wanting him to grab you and pull you into his arms ad kiss you passionately. Another part of you knows it''s heading down a dangerous path, one where you have a chance of getting hurt. "Goodnight, Oliver" Twisting on your heels, you disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind you for emphasis. Your eyes meet Bri''s behind the ss door of the shower. She waves at you, her lids heavy. She goes back to standing under the water, and you sigh, plopping down on the toilet before putting your head in your hands. "You okay?'''' You nod I really don''t want to talk about it. Especially with her right now "Sorry I ruined tonight" You twist your head, ncing at Bri as you hear the whiny tone of her voice. "Oh none of that, no crying. Its fine. Shit happens. I wasn''t having that much fun anyways." Well it was a little, but thest thing I need is a crying drunk girl. Especially Bri, who''s already a billion times more dramatic than the average person. Bri sniffles, wiping at her eyes and swaying in the shower "Whoa, lets get you out of here and into bed, does your stomach feel okay?" Content held by N?velDrama.Org. She nods, and sighs "But I don''t want to get out" "Too bad" You get up, help her finish up, turning off the knob and wrapping her in a towel. Once you''re in your room you give her a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to throw on, and help her climb into your bed, watching as she cosies up with your pillows and nkets. God, I''m not tired. All I can think about is Oliver. You move your garbage cab over to her, before plopping down at the end of the bed. Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Scarletts P.O.V You nce down at your clothes. I should get into something morefortable. You groan, pinch the bridge of your nose before you strip down and climb into shorts and a white tee before you get to your door. Am I going to regret this? You nudge out the voice that replies ''yes'' and open your door before sauntering over to Olivers bedroom. You reach for the door knob, not even bothering to knock as you enter. He looks up, and you immediately blush as you realise he was in the middle of changing "Oliver..." "Scarlett..." Yep, big mistake From across the room, you cant help your gaze as it slides down his bare torso, marvelling his chiselled abs, following the defined v-muscle that disappears underneath his tight boxer briefs. I should say something Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. Despite wanting to fill the deafening silence, you cant seam to conjure up anything smart or deterring. Instead, you step deeper into the room and closed the door behind you. His eyes move to the door before he averts them back to you. He doesn''t question why you''re here. He knows exactly the reason, and despite your constant denial of how badly you want him to sink himself into you, you lick you lips slowly, and indulge him once more. "So much for me not getting what I want, huh..." He walks over to you. You gaze down at the thick bulge in his boxers, and swallow. God, I forgot how big he is He moves closer to you, and you step back until your back is pressed against his door. He ces his hand against the door so his arm is stretched out beside your face, and lets out a deep breath, before you see that familiar smirk ying on his lips. Clearly its not just what he wants You take a deep breath, aware of how that just pushes your breasts against him. He takes a deep breath, biting his lip. I want that mouth on me "Hmmm... how many times do we find ourselves like this? I know you want me to kiss you, I can see it in your eyes, and feel it the way you press your body against mine." Mhm, now shut up and do it. Do it before mymon sense kicks in. You snicker inwardly, and your eyes flutter closed just as he begins to slowly lean forward. "Oliver..." You moan his name just before his lips connect with yours and you''re ovee with hunger so fierce you moan deeply and wrap your arms around his neck. He tastes like beer, as you mould your lips together with his, breathing him in, savouring the taste of his tongue as he caresses yours with his, and they dance synchronously together. He thrusts his hips forward, his hardened cock grinding against your hip as he moves his hand to clutch your chin in a firm grasp. Oh god... yes. I love the way he''s taking control He pulls away, and you groan with disappointment, muttering his nam breathlessly for him to return, but instead hr pulls his neck back out of your grasp and turns his head sideways to ce trails of searing kisses down your neck to your corbone. "Oh, Oliver... that feels amazing" "I don''t even have to guess to know you''re wet for me, Scar" Well he''s not wrong about that You wiggle your hips, urging his hand further down your body as he glides it down your side, squeezing your hip. "Do you want me to touch you, Scarlett?" "Oh yes, god, yes" You''re surprised at how needy you sound. The way your body yearns for him to caress your wet centre. Just when his fingers circle the edge of your shorts, you hear loud footsteps above you, followed by your mom calling your name loudly. "Scarlett!" Oliver''s hand halts, and you exchange confused nces. "I thought you said they were gone for the night?" "They were... I don''t know what the hell happened" You shove him away, fixing yourself carefully before hurrying out of his bedroom. Oh my god! We almost got caught! What the hell... I cant even imagine what would have happened if they came home and we were having sex! Shaken up, you take a deep breath, open your bedroom door to peer at Bri, before your mother calls you from the first floor. "Scarlett?" "I''ming mom, Bri''s sleeping" You attempt to smell your own breath, hoping you don''t smell like booze as you ascend the basement stairs up into the foyer where your mom meets you with a look of confusion. "What are you doing home?" She looks you up and down and quirks a brow usingly. Oh shit... "I wasn''t feeling too good, so Bri suggested we have a sleepover here." She''s not buying it... fuck, fuck, fuck. "Oh really? You look pretty fine to me" Sighing, you decide to try and flip the situation around on her. "I thought you and Kirk were having a romantic evening" "We were, but Kirk left his wallet here, so that ruined the hotel stay" "Oh, that sucks" Your eyes widen slightly as she walks towards you. "Have you been drinking?" God its like she''s a drug sniffing dog. Your first defence is to lie. You shake your head. "No, no drinking" "Scarlett... I can smell it on your breath. Did you and Bri go out and get drunk tonight?" "No, we didn''t" "So you got the alcohol here? Am I going to have to start locking shit up, Scar?" Your mom shakes her head disappointedly at you, and crosses her arms over her chest. "Sometimes, I don''t know what to do with you" You shrug. She''s making a big deal out of it anyways. "Mom, what does it matter, I''m about to graduate anyways" "Uh, you''re not twenty-one... if you want to y adult then act like one and abide by thews" You frown, clearly agitated as she calls for Kirk. "Was Oliver drinking too?" You shake your head, hoping Oliver wonte running up the stairs. "No, he was asleep when we got here" "You drove?" You can tell by her high pitched tone that she''s about to lose he shot on you. You hake your head fiercely. "Rx! We don''t drive drunk... we walked" "You better not have. I raised you better than that." You firm your lips as Kirkes into the room. He passes nces between you and your mother, and furrows his brows questioningly. "What''s going on?" "Scarlett and Bri took it upon themselves to go out drinking tonight. You two could have gotten seriously hurt or in trouble..." Well, it looks like I got the trouble thing down. And talk about a cock block... "Well, I mean, I did a lot worse when I was her age..." You shoot Kirk a surprised look, and watch as your mom gasps and swats his arm. "Wow, way to be a role model... and when I''m trying to discipline her too" Kirk shrugs, giving your mom a sympathetic look "Don''t do it again" You nod, and begin spinning on y9ur heel, desperate to get out of there. "Hold on a minute" Shit, so close... "Don''t think I''m not going to be speaking to Bri''s parents... and you''re grounded tomorrow. No hiking with Oliver" Oh boo... no exhausting walk up a hill for hours on end. How will I survive. Gotta make it look good though. You frown. "Ugh, mom..." "No, you will do as I say. Now go to bed" dly When you get downstairs you nce at Oliver''s door, but ultimately go into your room, ignoring the pull deep in your gut that urges you to go back and continue what you started. Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Scarletts P.O.V When Monday rolls around, you''re in school you''re sitting in Chem. Nervousness sets in as Jayden moves his eyes over you. You just want to run and hide afterst night. Part of you is excited at the way Oliver imed you, but also annoyed because he embarrassed you and made Jayden feel badly. I''m allowed to hangout and flirt with whoever I want. Its none if Oliver''s business. You look back at Jayden who waves you over to him. You nce at the front of the room, aware that Mr. Jud hasn''te in yet. You rise, grabbing your things and walking over to him before sitting in the vacant seat to his right. "Hey." "Hey..." Oh my god this is so awkward You run your fingers through your hair, and clear your throat, before you attempt to fill the silence. "So, about this assignment" He shakes his head, tapping his pen on the desk, before he takes a deep breath and turns so he''s making eye contact with you. "You still want to be my partner, right? Last night didn''t deter you did it?" "I was gonna say the same to you!" "I''ll do it if you will" Youugh, and nod "Sounds good" Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. You both avert your attention to Mr. Jud as hees trudging in, swinging his old briefcase "So just to rify, that guy fromst night is not your boyfriend?" "Nope" "Then you''re avable?" He''s asking me out on a date? I did not expect that to happen since what happenedst night... Oliver was incredibly intimidating. Then again, he doesn''t know the true motive. "Yeah, I don''t have a boyfriend" "Do you want to go out with me tomorrow?" I''m technically grounded, but all it''ll take is some convincing from my mom, and I''m sure sure she''ll let me go. The plus about living with a single mother for so long is you know exactly what to say and do to get out of stuff. Damn... that sounds fucked up. Oh well. You ignore the voice in the back of your head that says ''what about Oliver'' and slightly nod, a smile spreading on your face. "Sure, why not? It''ll be fun" He returns your smile, and nods in agreement "Is there a pace in particr you enjoy?" You shrug, before naming a few ces you like to hangout... and you''d never find Oliver hanging out in. "Okay, sweet, should I pick you up tonight? Around 7?" "Sure" Hey, I can go on dates if I want. Oliver doesn''t control what I do, just like h keeps reminding me that I can''t do to him. After school, when you get home, you run into Oliver in the kitchen as you''re grabbing a snack and he casts hoss eyes your way, passing over you like you don''t exist. What the hell is that about? He looks sweaty in a pair of shorts and a damp t-shirt "What were you doing?" You furrow your brow as he ignores you and opens the fridge to grab out a bottle of water. He opens it and downs half the bottle before turning around and leaning against the sink as he stares at you. Okay... what the hell? "Are you hard of hearing?" He rolls his eyes, finishes the water bottle, and nces at you. "How about you don''t worry about me, huh?" Did something happen with his mom again? Why is he acting like this? You follow him back outside, spotting the basketball on the grass, and the hoop that now pulled in the street, it downs on you that he was just ying basketball. You watch as he buries his attention in his phone, smirking to himself before he begins typing something. "What the hell is your problem?" When he''s finished texting he looks up and his expression twists into one of annoyance. He shoves his phone back onto his shorts, before he turns to scoop up the basketball. "You are. Stop annoying me, and leave me the fuck alone." Is he being ducking serious right now? Afterst night... You give him a dirty look "Okay, is today be an asshole day?" He ignores you and starts shouting hoops. "Well, a big fuck you too" You begin to turn around just as you hear a horn honking. You peer at the little red car and watch as some girl waves at Oliver. He waves back at her, and jogs over to the car, peering in. You don''t hear the conversation but you hear the distinct sound ofughter erupting from her, and watch as Oliver rubs his neck, while grinning at her. Well, that''s fucking great. And I almost slept with this asshole? Anger fills you, and you hastily make your way back towards the house, thankful you agreed to the date with Jayden. And to think, I almost cancelled it for that asshole... he''s out there flirting with someone right now. Probably someone he''s already slept with. You decide to send a quick text to Jayden. Scarlett: Excited for tonight. Your phone vibrates with an iing text and you smile when you read the reply from Jayden. Jayden: me to. Its gonna be fun. I hope so. I need a distraction. You nce at your closet, trying to decide what to wear. I could wear my jeans and a cute blouse... oh, actually, I''ll wear the yellow dress. Good. I''m not ying these games with Oliver. I''ll let him do him, and I''ll do me. Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Scarletts P.O.V Later that evening, you''re getting ready for your date after Jayden texts you that you''re just gonna do something casual at one of your favourite ces to eat. You decide on a cute yellow dress that dips low near your cleavage but flows nicely, stoping mid thigh. You fluff up the waves in your hair with your fingers, smiling satisfied as gentle ringlets border your face. When you ascend the stairs and walk out towards the dining room, you see that Kirk, Oliver and your mom are seated at the table. They all look up at you, and you notice the way Oliver''s eyes narrow "Are you going on your date?" You nod, and smile brightly at your mom "Thanks mom for letting me go" Kirk gives your mom a curious look, and she just shrugs. He grins. "I think you''re rubbing off on her Kirk" "I just might be" Your mom taps the seat beside her, and you walk over, your shirt heels click against the floor, before you lower yourself into the chair and avoid Oliver''s gaze. "So where are you guys going?" Your mom''s eyes are wide and excited as she awaits your response "We''re going to eat and hangout" "Hangout huh..." You shoot Oliver a re, and watch as Kirk nudges his son. "Enough, Oliver" Oliver rolls his eyes and continues to pick away at his te of chicken. I''m d he''s annoyed. He wanted to treat me like dirt... well, I''m not just gonna sit here with my hand on my ass and be here when he''s over his mood and wants to fuck. No thanks. "What are you guys gonna do after eating?" You shrug. "I''m not sure yet. We have it narrowed down between mini-golfing, and just going for a walk on the bike trail" "Oh, sounds romantic. And your dress looks beautiful" She pulls at the ruffles on your strap, and smiles, sping her hands together. "My girls growing up!" You chuckle, before covering your face briefly "Mom, please don''t embarrass me" "Oh stop, they don''t care. Is he picking you up??" "Yeah, he is. He''ll be here soon" You watch as Oliver tightens his grip around his fork, and keeps a petnt frown on his face. "Do you even know this guy?" He directs his question at your mother, who raises her brow before cing a small hand on his forearm. "Nice of you to be concerned about her safety, but Scar can take care of herself" You shoot him an arrogant grin, satisfied when he look away angrily. "Its just someone from my chem ss, Jayden. I better go wait for him out front anyways. I''ll leave you guys to eat in peace" You rise from your seat, knowing Oliver is shooting daggers at your back as your leave the dinning room. Please don''t follow me... don''t follow me You open the front door, checking quickly that you have your phone and purse, and close the door behind you. You stand outside, and check your phone for a text when you hear the front door open. Turning, you know exactly who it is before you even se him. "What do you want, Oliver?" You ignore the way you get excited as you take him in, wearing faded jeans, a leather jacket and a tight t-shit that outlines his muscles. "You''re really going on a date with that dumbass?" "Its none of your business" You throw his words back in his face, and cross your arms over your chest, willing Jayden to show up sooner. "Besides, you looked pretty upied this morning when you were telling me to leave you alone. You got your wish. I''m leaving you the fuck alone, and thank god" Oliver snickers sardonically "Oh, is someone jealous?" "Not even a little... you can do whatever you want with whoever you want. Even the woman from earlier if your want. I don''t give a fuck" "Sounds like you do..." "Nope. Fuck her for all I care. Hell, gloat about it when you get home, I''m done" You feel relieved when you see Jayden pulling up in an SUV. He waves at you, and you smile. You leave Oliver standing angrily on the steps out front. You wave at him just for emphasis and grin when Content held by N?velDrama.Org. you notice him narrowing his eyes. Perfect. He''s pissed off. And I''m jay getting started. Screw him. Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Scarletts P.O.V Enclosed in the car with Jayden on the way to your date, you''re satisfied with the tant jealousy Oliver showed before you left. You firm your lips, suppressing the content smile that wants to spread on your face, as you peer out the window of Jayden''s car. Jayden nces at you, before clearing his throat awkwardly, and tightening his grip on the steering wheel, quickly checking his phone for directions. "I uh, I''m so d we''re doing this..." "I am too. Where are we going?" "I figured we could go to that little Italian ce you said you liked - Sul Lago." Just at the mention of Sul Lago, your stomach growls. You ce your hand on your stomach and chuckle. He really does listen. I''m surprised. "That sounds great!" "I''m d you think so... So, uh, was that..." Oh god, I was hoping he wouldn''t notice You nod, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, that was Oliver, the guy from the party. He uh, was just seeing me off on the date" "Really? Because he looked pretty pissed when we pulled away" Why does Oliver have to ruin everything? Youugh off his concern, waving your hand dismissively, before resting it on his arm reassuringly. "Oh, no. He just got into an argument with his dad Kirk - my mom''s boyfriend. He was in a pissy mood to begin with. He just walked me out" Jayden nods, but by the tension in his shoulder you can tell he isn''t fully convinced. Especially not after Oliver basically shoved him... at the party, it was clear issuing contest. Oliver doesn''t matter. He shouldn''t. There''s nothing going on with us. That was clear as of this afternoon, when he decided to be a dick. "I wouldn''t worry about him" "I''m not" Unease settles in your gut, but you ignore the way it twists your stomach and will yourself too finally forget about Oliver for a little and enjoy Jayden''spany. The Italian bistro isn''t far from your house. You pull up to it ten minutester, and Jayden helps you out, before offering you his hand as an excuse to hold yours as you stroll to the front door. You nce down at his hand, and he chuckles, offering you a boyish grin. "Smooth" "I was hoping you''d think so" Ah, what''s the harm in a little flirting You let him lead you inside where you''re greeted with familiar Italian themed decor. Pictures of famous fountains and architecture decorate the walls along with quaint signs of Italian sayings you can understand, on one side, and on the other side are booths with rows of cabs filled with different types of wines. "Nice ce" "It is. Definitely" You smile at the waitress whoes over to you, cing menus down in front of you. "Hi guys, can I get you something to drink?" Your phone vibrates, but you take a moment to order a water before you check it. I wouldn''t be surprised if its Oliver. Of course he''d want to intrude on this. When the waitress leaves to retrieve your drinks, Jayden sets his eyes on you, grinning widely. "You look beautiful, Scarlett" You return his smile, a pang go guilt in your chest as your regard him because you don''t really return those same feelings. You''re too caught up in the asshole at home. "Thanks, you''re not too bad yourself" He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck yfully before ncing around the room again. This gives you time to pull your phone out of your purse, and nce at it, frowning when you see Oliver''s name sh on the screen. "Everything alright?" Just say yes and put your phone away. Oliver can wait. He can fucking wait. "Yeah, everything''s fine. It''s just my mom" You check your phone again, reading Oliver''s text, only to bit your lip and roll your eyes. Oliver: Enjoying your dull date? Sighing, you send a quick agitated reply, hoping he gets the hint. Scarlett: Its not dull by any means. Enjoying solitude? Oliver: Just as much as I enjoyed it the night you walked in on me. He''s relentless. Although your tant annoyance, you cant help but let your mind wander with the images of him gripping his shaft the way he did when you found him in his room. How sexy it was watching him stoke himself, his breathlessness, the way his abs tightened when he came. All of it makes you shudder, as a chill passes through you, and then is reced with a ze of lust. You''re pulled back enough to reality by Jayden who clears his throat. When you shift your gaze to him, he has a brow cocked, and a look of annoyance on his face. Not even two minutes into the date and Oliver it''s screwing things up. You sh him an apologetic smile, and set your phone face up on the table, waving your hands above it, while shaking your head. "I''m sorry. My mom''s annoyed at the moment. She cant find the top I borrowed so she''s running me through the wringer" Jayden nods slowly. "Oh, gotcha" "So, What were you saying?" "Oh, just that I''m more of a spaghetti man than a pizza guy" "What''s wrong with you?" Youugh, watching pleased as he smirks and shakes his head. "Hey, spaghetti is just the noodle version of pizza anyways" Your phone vibrates again. He definitely doesn''t take a hint. I haven''t even fucking replied o thest text yet. Oliver: Imagining it? ;) You huff angrily, waving the phone at Jayden. "Sorry, one second. I''ll tell her I''m on a date, and that she''s ruining it and I''m sure we will be good for the rest of the night" Jayden chuckles. "By all means" You being replying to Oliver, hoping he can sense just how serious you''re being and realise thest thing you want is for him to text you while your on your date. Anything too fuck with my life. Scarlett: I cant think of anything more nauseating Oliver: Liar Scarlett: STOP TEXTING ME! Oliver: Mmm, getting a rise out of you even over text. Fun. Scarlett: fuck off, Oliver Oliver: I bet your wet right now On impulse, you press your thighs together Just like him to turn things dirty Oliver: That pussy''s dripping just from the thought of my cock. Isn''t it, Scar? He doesn''t need to know that. You hold up your finger signalling it''ll just be another minute to Jayden before you bury your face in T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. your phone. Scarlett: What kind of games are you ying? Oliver: The kind where you cum endlessly... on my tongue You groan. Scarlett: Oliver, I''m not doing this with you You take a deep breath and shift in your seat, crossing your legs as you read his next text and feel your nipples harden. Oliver: I want to nibble on those nipples, Scar Fuck. Oliver: Suck you into my mouth until that pussy''s so tender for my tongue you''re shaking. Scarlett: Oliver... Oliver: Tell me, baby, are you wet? Holy shit... yes I am. So fucking wet. But I - I don''t want to give him this satisfaction. If I give in, he''ll know exactly how much of a hold he has on me. No matter my agitation with him, he gets flirtatious and I melt. You bite your lip, fingers hovering over the phone, unable to decide whether to even humour him, before ultimately you groan and text him. Scarlett: I''m on a date. I cant be texting you Oliver: But you''re not going to top Scarlett: How do you know? Oliver: Because, you''re gonna listen like a good girl and get up to go to the bathroom. The bathroom? Why? Scarlett: why? Oliver: Go and find out. The waitress returns with your drinks, widening her eyes as she passes a nce between you and Jayden. "Are you ready to order?" Jayden firms his lips. You perch on the edge of your chair and chuckle. "I''m sorry" You apologise to Jayden, before you offer the waitress your menu. "Ie here enough to know what I like, but if you haven''t decided yet we could take a minute" He shakes his head and sighs, offering the menu back to the waitress "I''ll take the spaghetti" Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Scarlett''s POV You listen anxiously as the waitress takes his order, and then yours, before you hot a quick reply to Oliver. I know I''m going to regret this. Scarlett: Fine. I''m going to the bathroom You grip your phone, and quickly excuse yourself to the b a thrown. Jayden nods politely, letting you slip past him and hurry to the family restroom. Your heart beats erratically in your chest as you lock the door behind you, and the light automatically turns on. Your eyes scan the cute pictures of Italy hung on the wall. Your phone vibrates with an iing call. Oliver. You answer the phone, holding it to your ear, and your pussy twitches when you hear the husky octave voice on the other end. "Scarlett..." "Oliver..." He doesn''t waste time teasing you. No. He''s firm as he addresses you. "Pull the straps down on your dress, Scarlett" "W-why?" "Pull then down" Excitement stirs in your gut as you oblige and gently tug your dress straps down with your free hand. Breathlessly, you speak into the phone. "Okay, they''re down" "Good. Now trail your hand down your neck, dripping your fingers into your cleavage." Oh fuck this is hot You trail your fingers just as he instructed, teasingly grazing the area just above your nipples, briefly pulling back. Your breath quickens as you do that a few time. "Now I want you to tug on those sexy nipples of yours" Damnit, yes You y with your nipples, thankful you didn''t wear a bra so they''re easily essible. You feel yourself grow wetter, your panties are damp as you shift your legs and feel the moist material grind against yourself. "Does that feel good, Scarlett?" "Yes, Oliver. Go grid, yes, it feels fucking amazing" The harder you tug at your nipples, the more your pussy throbs to be invaded. "How badly do you want my mouth on those perfect tits?" "So fucking bad" "God, I want to taste so bad" "Fuck yes" "Now, run your hand down your body, and spread those thick thighs for me baby" "Oh, Oliver" "I fucking love when you moan my name. Makes my cock rock hard" Just the thought of his dick makes me clench my walls. You run your hand down your body, gasping when your hand glides over the wetcy panties covering your pussy. You graze your fingers down your slit again and quiver from the touch. "Your pussy''s wet, isn''t it, Scarlett?" "So wet" He groans into the phone, and that''s the motivation for you to rub your clit in a circle. You gasp and let your head fall backwards as the friction on your clit sends pleasure throughout your body. Your legs shake, and you greedily y with your pussy, until you hear a firm voice in the phone. "Slow down, Scarlett. I can tell you''re getting too eager. You''ll cum too quickly, and that''s not what I want" "What do you want?" "I want you to tease that pussy so much, when I finally let you cum, it''ll be so intense your legs will give out" He''s incredibly confident. But I don''t doubt his words. If I know anything, its that he knows what he''s doing You slow your fingers, bringing them to your pubic area above your clit to calm yourself. The orgasm that began to swirl fiercely in your centre, slows and dies down a little so you can give him what he wants. What he''s dying for. Your orgasm. But not just a quick, rush of ecstasy. He wants a slow, pleasurable tortured orgasm. One that ignites and shatters youpletely. "Why don''t you grind those panties against your slit" "Okay" You grab your panties, pulling them up so they bunch up on the lips of your pussy, and you begin to softly tug them upwards so they rub your clit wondrously. "Oh shit... th-that feels soooo fucking good" "I know what your body wants, Scar" Clearly "I''m grinding the panties against my pussy, Oliver. I-I cant stop. Its too good" You frantically tug at them, pressing your hips forward to stretch the material as much as you can so its hard against your slick folds. "Don''t cum. Not yet. Slow down. Scar" "Ugh, Ollie your such a tease" He chuckles "Of course. But you enjoy every fucking second of it" He''s notpletely wrong there. He frustrates the fuck out of me, but he sure as hell keeps shit interesting. "I want to cum, Ollie" Your tension builds, and you squeeze the muscles in your pussy longingly. With deep, raspy breaths you slow your pace, doing just as he told you to. "Oh, I know you do, Scar. And I want you too baby" Fucking finally "Pull those panties aside" You tug the material sideways to rest beside your pussy, nowpletely exposed. "Is there a mirror in there?" You nce around, eyes connecting with a long mirror above the skin. It''s just long enough that if you step backwards you can watch yourself rub your pussy. He''s fucking clever. "I want you to watch yourself. What he the way you stroke that clit. How fucking sexy you look. Slide hat dress down, so you can get a full picture of yourself." "Oh Oliver, that''s so fucking hot" You shimmy the dress down your body, letting it drop to your feet, before you step out of it to spread your legs again. "Fuck, I''m jerking my cock through my shorts right now, Scar" You''re distracted by that knowledge, facing enveloped by it. He''s jerking himself off? That''s too fucking hot. What is he doing to me? You run your middle finger down your wet slit, inhaling a sharp breath as your finger glides smoothly, satiating the throbbing ache to for release. "Watch yourself y with your pussy, Scar. Use your finger to rub quickly on that clit baby until i say" "Okay, I will" You dip the tip of your finger in your entrance to coat the tip, before you move your gaze forward, using the mirror to watch yourself. Your pussy is spread bare, glistening in the light form the bathroom as your rub your clit fiercely. "My pussy feels so good, Oliver. I want to cum. Oh fuck. I want to cum." C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. "Your pussy just wants to be fucked by me, doesn''t it?" "Mhm" Soft moans escape your lips as you feel your pussy tensing the faster you rub yourself. "I''m getting close" "Move your hand down and finger yourself" You do as your told, moving your hand down and pushing a finger into your taut hole. You gasp, and begin fucking yourself with your finger, adding another one to stretch your tight walls. "Oh, Oliver. I can-cant hold on much longer" "Yes you can, pump those fingers, Scar. Pump them like they''re my cock" Oh my god, if he doesn''t shut up I''ll cum in a fucking second. You press your hips down, like you''re riding his dick, to meet the rhythm of your fingers thrusting inside you. "Oh. Yes! Fuck!" "Take your thumb and rub your clit while you fuck yourself" Your thumb teases your clit mercilessly and its not soon until you''re panting endlessly, dangerously closed to cuming. You watch yourself, your facepletely flushed, your tits bouncing, nipples achingly stretches outward, hardening from his words; your pussy is angry, dark pink from the strokes of your fingers. Its all too much. Too hot. Too fucking exotic. "If I was there with you right now, that''s exactly how I''d touch you baby. I''d finger the fuck out of that pussy, and your clit? That would be sucked up in my mouth." "Oh fuck! I''m cuming!" Your body tenses, legs shaking as youe around your fingers. Your breathing is uneven as you feel your pussy clench around your fingers milking them as if they were his dick. Your eyes shut tightly as pleasure fills your bodypletely and you reach out for the sink to hold yourself up. That was so intense! You nce at your hand, realising you''ve pulled the phone away from your ear. You ignore the way your hands shake, and bring it back up to your face, breathing deeply. "Now that you''re done cuming for me baby girl, go finish your date" With that, Oliver hangs up, and you stare incredulously at the phone. Fuck! My date! Jayden! I''m surprised he hasn''te knocking for me yet. You nce at the time on your phone, thankful that you''ve only been gone ten minutes, before fixing yourself, picking your dress off the floor and pulling it back on. You press your hands against your cheeks after you set your phone on the edge of the sink. God... I hope he doesn''t notice how flushed I am You run the faucet, letting cool water run through your fingers before you ssh some gently on your face, thankful that most of your makeup is waterproof. I cannot believe I just came for Oliver while on a date with Jayden... what the hell is wring with me? You leave the bathroom, eyes searching for Jayden. He table is covered with your food, and Jayden pulls his lips into a tight smile as your return and sit in your seat. "Is everything alright? You were gone so long I thought you snuck out the back or something" He chuckles lightly to himself, but you can tell by the way he widens his eyes that he''s slightly annoyed. You brush some stray stands of hair out of your face, and chuckle lightly, hoping to appear modestly embarrassed "I''m sorry. My mom called me while I was in there and I wanted to spare you from that embarrassing conversation. I''m surprised you didn''te knocking" "Oh. No. Did you resolve anything?" You set your phone back in your purse, and nod. "Yeah, everything''s fine now" Jayden nods, before scooping another bite of spaghetti Thankfully, I''m pretty sure I just made things worse. Ugh Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Scarletts P.O.V After your date with Jayden which ends on an awkward note when he moves in for a kiss and you twist your head so he gets your cheek, you find yourselfying on your bed while scrolling though your phone. Exhaustion sets in as you relive the events of the day. You''re startled by someone cleaning their throat, and you nce up from your phone to see Oliver leaning casually in your doorway. "What do you want?" "How was your date?" He gives you a knowing smirk and you roll your eyes, annoyed with his overly cocky attitude. He lives to torture me "It was fun, actually, Jayden and I ended up having a great time" Okay, its a bit of a lie. Oh well. You enjoy the way Oliver narrows his eyes with jealousy as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Oh really?" "Mhm. He''s a pretty cool guy" Oliver scoffs, rubbing his chin before he steps further into your room, closing the bedroom door behind him, and grins deviously. "A cool guy, huh?" You nod, returning his grin with one just as teasing as his own. "The coolest" He moves closer towards you, cing his hand on the end of your bed beginning to crawl on it. You shoot backward until your back hits the headboard and there''s nowhere else to run. He stops with an inch between you, gazing down at your lips hungrily, before slowly dragging his eyes back up to meet yours. "Hm... well, I''ll tell you one thing, Scar, you didn''t cum for the coolest guy. No. You saved that just for me, baby" "Stop it" "Or what?" Or I want be able to stop myself "Come on, Scar, say it" You quirk a confused brow, and with a raspy tone, you respond "Say what?" He grins at the crack in your voice, and leans so close you think he''s going to kiss you, but he doesn''t. Not yet. Just teases you with the tantalising warmth from his breath fanning your mouth. "The truth" "About?" "Your date. How much you loved it having me in your ear while you yed with that pussy" Your tongue slowly runs across your lips, and his eyes dart to it I cant even think about that without getting wet You grin at him as he furrows his brows with impatience. "I loved it" Oliver''s eyes flutter closed, and he takes a deep breath after hearing you say those words. "You better get used to it, Scar. Only next time..." He leans forward and his lips graze yours softly, before you feel him mouthing words against your lips. "You''ll be cuming on my tongue" You shudder, moaning softly when he pushes his mouth a little more firmly against your lips, before he pulls away. He''s always teasing me... You raise your hand to your mouth, and press your fingers against your lips as he climbs off your bed, and stands, making sure to cast you a boyish grin before he slowly makes his way to your bedroom door. "Ass!" Before he reaches it, your door opens and your mother peers into your room. Holy shit! Your heart hammers in your throat, you clutch your hands to your chest, startled as she res back and forth between you and Oliver. At least she didn''t catch him in here while he was on my fucking bed! You re at Oliver''s back God, what if we got caught! "Uh... Oliver, I was looking for you..." She raises her brow questioningly "What''s going on?" You attempt to reign in the panic that frantically seizes you, before you hear Oliver''s smooth voice chime in and a lie slides out casually. "This ones having boy trouble" He nods his head towards you. Your mom frowns, sympathy in her eyes as she steps further into the room. "What happened? The date was bad?" Smooth going... You shoot Oliver a ''nice save'' side nce, before nodding slowly "I''ll leave youdies to it" He waves and heads for the door, when your mom stops him "Oh, Oliver. I meant to ask, my friend ine''s daughter ising to town. She''s a really down to earth girl, she actually might be transferring to your college, and we were wondering if you''d take her out, talk to her about your sses and stuff. Almost like a date." "Why him?" Shit! I shouldn''t have said anything Its better if I just don''t say anything at all. You watch as Oliver contemtes what your mom has said. He rubs the back of his neck, eyes quarter as he looks at you. "Please? It would really mean the world to ine" "Sure, why not..." "Okay, I''ll let her know and get her number for you" "Sounds good" Oh I''m sure it does... right back to being a manwhore! Ugh! You don''t want to appear annoyed but you cant help it. You mom frowns. "So, whats wrong? What happened?" Oh nothing, just my mother trying to push women into Oliver''sp! Wow, I really sound like a crazy girlfriend right now. "So, are you setting him up on a blind date or something?" Your mom giggles, and sits on the edge of your bed. "Okay, don''t make it a big deal or say anything, but I think it would be good for him to hit it off with someone. Focus his energy on something" God, they act like he''s out of control of something and in need of a distraction. "That poor girl..." You snicker. Your mom rolls her eyes, and runs her hands through your autumn locks. "Oh stop, they''ll have fun I''m sure. Oliver''s a good looking boy and he can be charming... when he wants to be. The first time you met him obviously isn''t a good example..." "You''re telling me..." Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. "But it seems like you two are getting along! I mean,e on, he''s giving you rtionship advice" Oh yeah, rule number one, sit on my face... real good advice You groan, grab a pillow before holding it over your face and yelling in it. Could things get any more fucking frustrating? Your mom grabs the pillow from you and sets it down, shooting you an annoyed look. Of course they can... Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Scarletts P.O.V After a few uneventful days go by of finals from school, you and Bri find yourselfughing in your bedroom during the middle of week. "So wait, his date is today? In the middle of the week?" You pull your eyes from your phone to give her a look, and sigh. "Yes, its summer break for them, and almost for us. Its not so crazy that someone would want to go on a date during the week" You watch as she rolls her eyes, and sits up on the bed. "Look, level with me here... Do you like him?" "Okay fine... I like him. God. Happy?" Your eyes widen as sheughs maniacally next to you. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" "Okay" You shoot her a dirty look, and flip over so you''re on your back looking up at the ceiling. Your mind begins to reel with different scenarios of what''s going on with Oliver and Theresa. Oh I bet he''s using his ''best moves''. Fucking yboy. Bri smacks your thigh and jumps up from your bed. You quirk a confused brow as she grins widely at you. "What..." "Get up. We''re going to the mall" She has lost her damn mind "Fine" "I guess we''ll just go then" Groaning, you pull yourself up, getting out of bed before moving to your closet. "what the hell do I wear?" Bri walks over to your and puts her hands on your shoulders, before moving you out of the way. You raise a confused brow at her. "What?" "Let me give you some options, because girl you need to make him drool" Bri manages to pick two outfits,ying them out on your bed for you to choose "I''ll do the dress" You decide on the dress, quickly dressing before you have a chance to dissuade yourself from going. Not that I''d be able to. Bri wont give up. She''d drag me there. Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. You arrive at the mall thirty minutester, unsure of what to expect. You ignore the nervousness gnawing on your stomach and head through the front entrance to the food court, hoping they wont be sitting directly opposite the door. I think I''d be okay if I didn''t even bump into them... god, what would I even say? You and Bri nce around the food court, and you gasp as your eyesnd on Oliver sitting with Theresa at a tale. You bite your lip, engrossed how hot he looks. Your eyes wander over his chiselled face, muscr frame, but they stop when you notice Theresaughing at something he''s said. Oh, he''s just so fucking funny isn''t he! This was a bad fucking idea. Fuck! Maybe I should hide? Oh my god, he''s looking at me! Oh both walk towards him, Bri grinning madly next to you, before you arrive at their table, and Bri obnoxiously sits in one of the vacant seats besides them. She gestures with her eyes for you too sit, and you slide in awkwardly next to Theresa who looks confused at the both of you. "Hey, Oliver" Theresa''s gaze softens as she realises you guys are familiar with Oliver. Oliver doesn''t respond back to Bri, he hasn''t stopped looking at you since the moment he spotted you. You shift ufortably, before you turn to Theresa. "Hi, I''m Scarlett, Katrina''s daughter. She''s friends with your mom" Theresa nods, and smiles "Oh, hey. I''m Theresa. Nice to meet you" Feelings not really mutual "Yeah you too" God, lying is getting easier by the fucking second Oliver leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, before a smug lookes over his face. And there''s that fucking ego I was talking about "What are you two doing here?" He licks his lips before smirking at you, and you feel butterfly''s in your stomach Ive totally reached full on mental patient status by now "We''ve actuallye to do some shopping. Isn''t that right, Scar?" You nod, and watch as Oliver looks at you guys like he''s not buying the ''bull'' you''re selling, and you sp your hands together , hoping he doesn''t notice the way they shake. "Oh, really? Is that so?" "Yeah. Its a mall. It''s public" You level a challenging gaze with him. "Hm, it''s just a coincidence-" "Oh, no, it''s just that Scar needs some cute panties, for Jayden" Oh shit... "Is that true?" "Well, we probably should just leave you guys be. We''re going to Victoria Secret to try on some lingerie and whatnot." "Yeah, it''ll be a while. Are you guys seeing a movie?" Theresa nods. Oliver''s fist is clenched atop the table, and he flexes is fingers when your eyes roam it, before he nods, answering Bri''s question. "Oh sweet, well enjoy" "Yeah, enjoy" Oliver regards you with narrowed eyes, and you make sure to cast him a devious grin and wave slowly to taunt him after you and Bri begin heading towards the other end of the mall. "Oh my god, did you see his face?" In a fit ofughter, you nod and clutch your stomach. "Talk about jealousy!" "Mhm, and that poor girl. I don''t think she understood at all what the hell was going on" "She looked so confused" I could tell he was pissed off. Good. That''s how I like him. Its more fun anyways Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Scarletts P.O.V You arrive at the mall thirty minutester, unsure of what to expect. You ignore the nervousness gnawing on your stomach and head through the front entrance to the food court, hoping they wont be sitting directly opposite the door. I think I''d be okay if I didn''t even bump into them... god, what would I even say? You and Bri nce around the food court, and you gasp as your eyesnd on Oliver sitting with Theresa at a tale. You bite your lip, engrossed how hot he looks. Your eyes wander over his chiselled face, muscr frame, but they stop when you notice Theresaughing at something he''s said. Oh, he''s just so fucking funny isn''t he! This was a bad fucking idea. Fuck! Maybe I should hide? Oh my god, he''s looking at me! Oh both walk towards him, Bri grinning madly next to you, before you arrive at their table, and Bri obnoxiously sits in one of the vacant seats besides them. She gestures with her eyes for you too sit, and you slide in awkwardly next to Theresa who looks confused at the both of you. "Hey, Oliver" Theresa''s gaze softens as she realises you guys are familiar with Oliver. Oliver doesn''t respond back to Bri, he hasn''t stopped looking at you since the moment he spotted you. You shift ufortably, before you turn to Theresa. "Hi, I''m Scarlett, Katrina''s daughter. She''s friends with your mom" Theresa nods, and smiles "Oh, hey. I''m Theresa. Nice to meet you" Feelings not really mutual "Yeah you too" God, lying is getting easier by the fucking second Oliver leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, before a smug lookes over his face. And there''s that fucking ego I was talking about "What are you two doing here?" He licks his lips before smirking at you, and you feel butterfly''s in your stomach Ive totally reached full on mental patient status by now "We''ve actuallye to do some shopping. Isn''t that right, Scar?" You guys go into the store, eyes roaming over racks and racks of lingerie, panties, bra and bathrobes. Bri immediately grabs a neon green pair of panties that have pieces of white frilly material all around them. Your look disgusted and shake your head. "No, thank you" Sheughs and tosses them back on the shelf. You nce at the entrance, half expecting Oliver to He always barges in at the worst times. "Well, just pick a bunch off stuff and we can try them on. Oh, maybe a skimpy lingerie dress or like those stockings that hook onto your panties and stuff" "God forbid my fucking mother finds this shit" I would die Bri scoffs "You''re eighteen. What does it matter?" Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. "Uh, I think thest thing my mom wants to think about is me having sex" Bri shrugs "well, hide that shirt good. Besides, once Oliver tears it off you, you can throw it away" You gasp and swat her with a pair of panties,ughing until you realise one''d of the employees has been watching you, and she frowns disapprovingly. You offer her an apologetic smile before your eyes roam over a couple items. As you skim the panties, you take a deep breath, breathless by the way you picture Oliver''s mouth when you blink. You imagine the way he''d run his tongue along the inside of your thigh and upward, teasing you until you''re thrashing beneath him. Oh god, now''s not the time to get turned on You nce over at Bri, and grin when you see her arms are almost full Who knows, Bri might not be wrong You begin to grab some things you think would look cute on you. After you get back to the changing rooms, you go into one right next to Bri, shutting and locking the door behind you before you nce at the lingerie. You begin to slide your clothes off, leaving on the thong you''re wearing, careful to set the rest on the bench, before stepping into the bed set of lingerie. You admire the way the panties look, despite having to fit them over the pair you''re wearing now, how they entuate your plump ass, before you discard your bra, and grab the matching coloured bra you picked out. Damn... Oliver would really fucking drool watching me in these. "Did you find any you like?" "So far, yes. You?" "No..." You listen as she groans, and you hear the shuffling of hangers. "I''m gonna go find some other stuff. I''ll be back" "Okay" Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Scarlett''s POV You listen as she opens her room, and leaves the changing room. You reach for our phone, pulling up your camera to take a couple pics of you in the lingerie. You''re startled when you hear someone knocking on your stall. "Um, upied" Every other fucking stall is open, yet they have to bang on this one You jump when you hear his voice "Oh, I know you want to let me in" Oh my fucking god... how the hell did he get in here? Where''s Bri? You take a deep breath, phone clenched in your hand. You quickly step out of the pair of panties you''re trying on, so you''re just in your thong and thece bra you''re trying on. You reach for the lock and open it, stepping back as hisrge frame fills the space, and he closes the stall, locking it behind him. "Bri will be back soon" His smile spreads slowly, as he steps forward, grazing his fingers on the side of your face, making sure to drag his thumb over your plump bottom lip. God, he''s so hot You get lost in his dark eyes, steadying yourself by pressing back against the mirror, along with your hands. "Then you''re gonna have to cum quietly for me, baby" This is insane! You want to deny him, shake your head and be logical, but your brain isn''t thinking straight. Your judgment is too clouded by him. The intoxicating way he smells so goos, or the electricity you feel from his fingers as he gently covers your mouth and steps forward, wedging his leg between your knees to spread your legs for him. I''m so turned on right now Oliver uses his other hand to pull you down onto the bench, and you gasp, which is muffled by the hand he holds loosely to your mouth. He kneels before you, smirking as he''s gently dragging his hand down your face and neck, squeezing gently. "Oh god, Oliver" You whisper, but he still holds his finger over his mouth to shush you. "You''re gonna need to be quiet, Scar. As much as I love when you moan my name baby, I don''t wanna get caught with your pussy in my mouth" He''s going to eat me out. That fucking tongue... I''ve been dreaming about that. You gaze longingly at his mouth as he licks his lips while dragging a hand down your stomach, teasingly fingering the edge of your panties. "I want to tear every single ones of these off you" He gestures to the lingerie you''ve brought to try on I know its a waste of money but I don''t give a fuck... I''d let him! You moan softly, pressing your hips forward. "Mmm, eager for my mouth on you?" "Oh yes. I want that tongue on me" Oliver Let''s out a deep steady breath, before he grabs both your thighs with each hand anal rests them on his shoulders, before dragging you forward so you''re scantily d pussy is inches from is mouth. "Oliver..." He rises a warning brow, grabs your thong, moving it off to the side, before you feel his breath cascade your wet folds. A soft moan escapes your lips, just as your hear Bri return. "You alright in there, Scar?" With wide eyes, you nce at Oliver Whois amused as he grins at you. He doesn''t let Bri in the next stall deter him, he moves in and kisses the inside of our thigh. Starting with the left one and then the right. "Uh, y-yeah! I''m fine! Sorry, there''s a lot and I''m trying to grab some pics." "Oh okay, I''m gonna do the same" God I hope she doesn''t talk to me while he''s in here... I wont be able to focus on the conversation. Oliver leans in, intense gaze still on you as he covers your pussy with his mouth. You immediately gasp and he covers your mouth again, muffling your moans with his palm as he drags his tongue up your slit, over and over. The feeling is overwhelming; pleasurable. Your hips grind against his mouth uncontrobly, as your ride is tongue. Oh fuck, that feels too good. That mouth... his tongue... oh god! Oliver sucks your clit in to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it which causes you to shake beneath him, before he releases it and continues flicking his tongue against you skilfully. You tangle your hands in his hair, pressing him harder into your pussy as you feel the familiar heat of your orgasm stirring in your gut. Too. Fucking. Good. Oliver takes his other hand and yanks your bra down, freeing one of your heavy breasts. He caresses it, his thumb rolling your nipple, causing you to arch your back. A low groan escapes his lips, causing his tongue to vibrate on your wet pussy and you cry out, the sound strangled in his palm as you cum endlessly in his mouth. Your pussy clenches repeatedly, limbs shaking, breathing erratic and choppy as you close your eyes tightly. That was so intense. When you stop shaking, Oliver moves back, lowering your legs back to the ground as he grins. His face glistens with your juices around his mouth before he rubs them off with his hand. He leans forward to put his mouth by your ear, and you take a deep, raspy breath. "You taste as good as I thought you would" You don''t know what to say to that, so you silently watch him go. It finally dawns on you that he was still with Theresa. Oh my god... he probably left her ass at the movies. Groaning, you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Oh, are you finished?" You frown Oh shit, oh shit... she didn''t hear us did she? "What do you mean?" Cautiously, you begin to get dressed, to amped up to continue trying on clothes. "I mean, you tried being quiet but it didn''t really work... thank god it was only me in here" You groan as you finish getting dressed. "You heard?" "Uh, yeah. Thank god I''m the only other person in here" "I''m so fucking embarrassed" "Why? That was hot. Bitch I wish someone woulde harass me in the changing room. That''s like every girls dream" Maybe in porn videos... You snicker as you open the stall and find Bri standing outsider hers, with her arms crossed. "Jesus, so how was it?" "You really want details?" "Of course. Do you not know me?" You chuckle. "Sadly, I know you very well" You peer down at the lingerie and decide to get all of it. Anything that makes me remember this moment. Bri nudges you as you both leave the changing room. "Come on, details" "We just kissed" Bri stops, casting you a dirty look. "Bullshit" "What?" "Scar, I know damn well that boy didn''t just kiss you..." Groaning, you pull her off to the slide away from other women shopping and roll your eyes at her. "Nosey" She shrugs "Let''s just say he was eating me like Christmas dinner. Happy?"Content held by N?velDrama.Org. She gasps, her eyes lighting up, as she begins to giggle hysterically. You frown, watching as people nce your way. "Oh my god, this is exactly why I didn''t tell you. You''re so overdramatise" "Oh shut up, you know you are too" "Not in the fucking store" "Oh so you wont talk about it, but you''ll let how tongue fuck your vag in the stall huh?" "Okay, we''re leaving" Bri sighs, and follows you to the counter to purchase her things. With every step you an feel your wetness soaking through your panties. A silent reminder of where he''s been... and where you''re sure he''ll be again. Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Scarletts P.O.V Later that night, unbeknownst to you, your mother invites Theresa to a family dinner. It isn''t until you''re striding into the kitchen in a pair of sweats, and a loose crop top without a bra, that you realise you havepany. You halt, immediately annoyed when you see her sitting next to Oliver at he table. Your mom takes one look at you, and frowns. ''Scar, maybe you should change. We havepany" Nope. Fuck that You pull your lips into a fake smile, and shake your head. "Awe,e on mom. I''m sure Theresa doesn''t mind" "I do" Yet, I don''t care When you''re eyes move back to Oliver, your nipples harden and you know by the thin material of your shirt, it''s obvious. His eyes move down your breasts, and he slowly licks his lips before quirking his brow curiously at you. "Sometimes your impossible" "I''m your kid" You move quickly towards the table, and sit directly across from Oliver, grinning at him. I bet if we kissed, I''d taste myself on his tongue The thought drives you wild. You take a deep breath, reaching to fill our te with meat and broli. "This looks delish, mom" "Thanks, Scar. So, Theresa was just telling me that you bumped into her and Oliver at the mall" Oh yeah, that''s one way to put it You nod, cutting into your steak and popping a piece into your mouth, while smiling at Theresa who returns your smile while eating. Oliver regards you, uncertainty lining his brows. You purposely scoot your seat forward so your breasts bounce and your nipples strain harder against your shirt. Oliver drinks them in, and shifts in his seat. He''s getting turned on... You can tell by his scious gaze as it settles once again on your face "Oh yeah, Bri and I were shopping for a few things" "Oh yeah? What did you get?" Half of you wants to put Oliver on the spot. Jealousy eats away at you when Theresa leans over to Oliver and whispers something in his ear and he chuckles lightly. "Nothing interesting" "Oh really? I doubt that. Especially if you went with Bri" Your blood boils when Theresa ces her hand on Oliver''s forearm and casts him a knowing grin. Oh god. It''s annoying watching them flirt. "You remember what I bought, right Oliver?" Oliver''s face bes stolid. You''re surprised you didn''t see that familiar smirk on his lips. Maybe it''s because he''s not used to you being so teasing. Especially in front of your mom. When he doesn''t answer, you scoff, and stab a piece of meat dramatically with your fork, before raising it to your lips. Where''s the bad boy attitude now, huh? "Oh yeah, that''s right. It was for Jayden anyways" The confusion around the table makes you giggle, before you shake your head. "Bri and I just grabbed some clothes" Your mom nods slowly. "I also got some bras and these cute panties" You make sure to hold eye contact with Oliver, as you reach out your door, and begin to slowly drag it Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. up his leg. He stiffens, inhaling a sharp breath. Theresa quirks her brow questioningly. You bite your lip, suppressing your cunning grin as you drag your foot up his leg, closer to the thick cock you know is straining in his pants. "Everything alright, Oliver?" You are contact with his erection and he curses, his fists tightening atop the table, before he nods. Wow, he''s really hard You massage his dick through his pants, enjoying the way he bites his lip, and you feel his dick twitching. You feel yourself getting wet knowing Theresa''s sitting obliviously beside him. You''re thankful when your mom directs her attention on Theresa, and you can focus on grinding your foot against him faster. Oliver clenches his jaw and raises a brow with a serious expression on his face. You meet his firm expression with a teasing smirk, and raise your brows, surprised when he grabs ahold your foot. What the hell has gotten into him? He gently ces your foot back on the floor, and begins eating again. What the hell is that about? He''s begging me to want him and when I finally show I do, he acts weird... fucking ridiculous "Excuse me for a sec" Oliver gets up from the table. Your mom and Theresa nce at him but continue their conversation as you eat your food. He''s so damn up and down with his moods Inwardly groaning, you excuse yourself quickly from the table, iming you have to call Bri, while waving your phone dramatically. You move quickly once you''re out of view of the kitchen, walking downstairs in pursuit of Oliver in his bedroom. His room is empty. You furrow your brows when you hear the shower going in the bathroom down the hall. Why the hell would he be taking a shower right now? I thought he was keeping Theresapany... You reach for the knob, surprised when it isn''t locked before you slip inside. Your eyes meet his bare back, the chiselled muscle makes you clench the walls of your pussy before you close the door behind you "What the hell was that?'' He doesn''t answer you, instead, he reaches forward to feel the water, before he begins undoing his pants, and slides them down his powerful thighs. He looks amazing in boxer briefs. It takes you a minute to blink a few times and pull your attention away from his ass. "Oliver... how the hell do you go from bombarding me in a dressing room, to ignoring me. I don''t fucking get you" "Just go, Scarlett..." "No... not until you tell me what the fuck is going on. Is it Theresa?" A fit of mirthlessughter erupts from him, before he shakes his head, and twists his neck so he can see you. "You can never listen can you?" You shrug "I guess not" "Well, sorry but you''re not going to get an exnation. I''m trying to shower. Can you leave?" "Oh, I see how it is" Treat me like shit... and he wonders why I don''t want to fuck him to begin with. That yboy shit is not for me. "You really think you can just use me whenever you want?" "Sorry, but I''m not that fucking into you to begin with. You don''t get to just get your fix whenever the hell you want, and then act different when I finally change my fucking mind about you" He scoffs, and loops his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, before he pulls them down and steps into the shower. He turns to face you. His thick erection bulging monstrously in front of you. He doesn''t move to cover himself. "Well, its not always about you is it?" "apparently not" "I cant do this to my father" What the hell is he talking about? You give him a confused look, taking a deep breath as the sir fills with steam. "What do you mean?" "I can''t fuck things up so him and your mom aren''t together. I wont do it. And I can tell you one thing, Scarlett, it doesn''t matter how badly I want you, I don''t want to be he reason my father is miserable again" Your surprised by his omission. He never really gave you the impression he cared about his dads happiness. From the first moment you met him he was an asshole, caring about no one. "Considering he''s the only parent I have that''s not aplete piece of shit" Wow... this just wasn''t what I was expecting "I know I keep finding ways to have you, and it''s selfish" I don''t even know what to say to him "So that''s that" At a loss for words, you turn, not able to look at him any longer. "I''m done. Its fine" You leave the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest as anger fills you. I''m the dumb one who allowed herself to actually get feelings for him. God, I need a fucking break from him. From this. Maybe I''ll stay with Bri. Anything to clear my head, because if I''ve learned one thing, its that both of us cant stick to anything we say, and the temptation gets too much. Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Scarletts P.O.V After your heated argument with Oliver, you avoided going home for a few days. Instead, you''ve slept over at Bri''s. After a couple days past you find yourself back home, and actively avoiding Oliver. I really don''t need to be bothered by him. He made shit pretty clear, and I''m no longer interested. I''m not going to y his games. You head to the kitchen, where your mom is throwing dinner together. She smiles when she sees you, eyes widening with surprise. "Missed us, huh?" Couldn''t avoided home forever. You shrug, and move closer, wrinkling your nose as the aroma of whatever she''s cooking wafts towards you. "Smells good" "Oh, it is. I figured I''d make something nice. Oliver''s been so sweet to Theresa" At the mention of Oliver and Theresa you tense up, firming your lips and rolling your eyes "What, you don''t like Theresa?" Shit, she wasn''t supposed to see that "She''s nice" All I''m saying is, he''s not too reliable. If I''ve learned anything, he sue as hell isn''t. He''s one way, and just when you start to change your mind about him, he switches up. "Let''s just give him the benefit of a doubt. Besides, at least I''m not forcing you to hangout with him. He''s getting out" She grins at you, and raises her brows excitedly, and you pull your lips into a fake smile, but secretly you''re pissed. Saying you don''t have feelings for someone is one thing, but actually getting over someone emotionally is an entirely different fucking story. Its not the fact I don''t like him... I could care fucking less about that. Its the fact he jumps from one girl to the next that disgusts me. He can have Theresa. I doubt shell be hisst anyways. "Honestly, I don''t care about Oliver''s love life" "Oh really?" Fuck... You tense up, your eyes widen as mother firms her lips wont surprise and her eyes widen with rm. "She didn''t mean that Oliver-" "Don''t speak for me. I did" Why should I care if he knows I don''t give a crap about him. It''s actually better if he does. Gives me... satisfaction You twist on your heel, eyes meeting his, and you resist sucking back on the deep breath that chokes you every time youy eyes on him. You hate hoe taken back you are by hoe gorgeous he is. Attractive on the outside. Shit underneath. Crossing your arms over your chest, you quirk a brow challengingly at him. "Hm, as far as I was concerned my love lifted as top one on your list of priorities" Oh, he''s fucking around... intensionally bringing that shit up in front of my mom now I''m nit swooning after him. "Ah, found it all a little boring actually. Besides, I''d have to actually care about you to be invested in something like that. Oops. Guess I don''t" "Guys, please don''t argue... I have to run and use the bathroom, Scar, don''t let he sauce burn" You nod without tearing your intense gaze away from Oliver, listening as your mothers footsteps disappear into the next room. "Don''t kid yourself, Scar" Back to calling me that again? He''s clinically insane. Clearly. "Don''t call me that" "But you love it" "I''m sorry, but don''t you have another woman''s life to go ruin?" "Not nearly as fun as ruining yours" "Clearly" He takes a step towards you and you shake your head. "No. You''re not gonna pull this teasing shit with me" He grins deviously, and takes another spot forward. He licks his lips, before biting his bottom lip, and you groan inwardly. Why the hell does he keep doing this? He raises a hand to drag through his hair, causing it to appear disheveled and somehow it makes him even more attractive. Almost like if you dragged your fingers through it. "Its not me teasing you, Scarlett. You''re just easily provoked. You get yourself worked up" Is he seriously turning this shit around on me? "Fuck you, Oliver" He tilts his head, tapping his chin mock contemting, before shrugging. "Temping" "You''re a pig" "I never imed to be innocent, baby" He widens his arms, chuckling "But I''m one fun hell of a ride" "Yeah, well I don''t want to ride" He raises his brows, before dragging his eyes down your shirt, lingering on the hardened nipples poking though the material. God damn, why do they always do that? "Oh, I think you want to ride, and baby I''dy back an let you" You open your mouth to ask him why the fuck he''s acting different, when your mom scurries back into the room and frowns as her eyes move to the pot you haven''t touched. "Scar! I told you to watch them." You turn, offering your mom an apologetic look. "Sorry, I got distracted" "I hope it wasn''t because you were arguing" "Just the opposite" I want to hit him You flip him off behind you. His chuckle fills the room before your mom turns to you. "Oh, and I''ve been meaning to ask you what you wanted for your graduation party?" Ipletely fucking forgot about that. You cross your arms over your chest, and sigh hoping Oliver has left the room, but knowing your luck he''s just waiting to stir some shit up again. It''s like he lives for that shit. "Just go me a cake" You mom sighs "You need to actually celebrate. It''s a big milestone." You shrug, and re at Oliver as he stands next to you. "We have ake house that we could use" Ake house??? "Since when have you guys had that?" Your momughs, stirring the sauce before shaking her head. "No, I''m not about to let a bunch of teenagers party at theke house" Oliver casts you an annoyed look, before he sighs. "No, I''ll think of something" "You do that" Oliver waits until your mom''s back is turned and leans close to you. "You could always go without permission. Who the hell''s gonna know?" Yes, let me go throw a party thiske house so I can be the one who''s arrested when Kirk thinks it''s been fucking broken into. No thanks. You shake your head. "Prude" God, that''s like his favourite fucking word Your phone vibrates and you pull it out of your pocket, checking the screen quick when you see Bri''s name. Briana: party tonight? Yeah, because thest one went so well. Scarlett: I''ll be the first to tell you that your stomach can''t handle another ranger. Briana: oh boo you bitch. Don''t tell my stomach what to do "Anything interesting?" "Nope. Just Bri wanting to make ns tonight." Your mom mouths an ''oh'' and nods. "Oliver, what time are you meeting Theresa tonight?" Theresa, Theresa, Theresa... and of course he''s fucking meeting her tonight You stare down at your phone for a moment, before you reply to Bri quickly. Scarlett: fine. I''m down Briana: yasssss bitch. Be at my ce by nine. Fuck, how am I going to pull this off. "Bri''s upset, she got stood up" "What''s going on?" "Well, she was supposed to go on a date with this guy, and he didn''t show up. Completely ghosted her. She''s really upset" "God, that''s awful. Tell her I said sorry, and that one day she''ll meet someone who deserves her" She doesn''t even believe that. Not for my entire childhood did she ever believe there''s was someone out there for her, so why she wants me to tell Bri is baffling. "She really needs me there with her" "Scarlett, I''m sure she can fend for one night b y herself. Besides, you just got home" I just love being eighteen and almost graduated, yet still being told what to do... it feels fucking fantastic. "Well, actually, maybe it''d be a good idea if Theresa, Bri and Scar hung out tonight to cheer Bri up" Kill me... no fucking way You nce at Oliver who shakes his head quick when your mom diverts her gaze for a moment. Content held by N?velDrama.Org. What the fuck is he doing? "I know she just got back but friends are important. Besides, I think Theresa would have a lot of fun, she''s really trying to make more friends" She better look somewhere else, because she''s not gonna find them here. "I don''t know..." Holy shit... this just might work. "Yeah, we were gonna go out for a bit and do some bowling, and then we could all go back to Bri''s and watch a couple movies or something" Your mom narrows her eyes at both of you, and despite your skepticism about Oliver''s motives, you nod slowly and manage to pull your lips into an excited smile. "I really think that''s what Bri needs right now. Friends. Not to be alone. Besides, I''m sure Theresa''s mom would appreciate it" I''m milking the fuck out of this "I guess. For tonight. But tomorrow night is you and me and movies in the living room" You nod, and walk around the ind to throw your arms around your mom. She probably just misses me "I better go get ready" You turn and begin walking out towards the foyer, only to feel Oliver hot on your heels. Once you''re out of earshot of your mom, you halt, cing your hands on your hips after you turn to him. "You know I''m not actually hanging out with you and Theresa tonight right?" "No shit. I doubt she''d want a third and fourth wheel on our date anyways" "Oh its a date, huh?" He crosses his arms over his chest and eyes move to the muscles that contract in them, before you huff angrily. "Why? Jealous?" "You wish" "I don''t have too. You''re a terrible liar" Dickface You twist on your heels and begin heading down the basement steps, only for him to follow you. "Just admit it, Scarlett" You re at him, stoop over to him and get in his face "You know, for someone who spewed all this ''I cant do this. I don''t want you'' bullshit, you have a really twisted way of showing it. If you say you''re done, then you''re done, because I''m tired of it" "Ah, but its so fucking fun" "You have a problem" "And you''re in denial" "Guess I''ll always be" You turn and flip him off, but deep down that familiar excited me you felt the first time he pressed you up against a wall at the restaurant you met, awakens, and you don''t want too stomp it out. And he''s going on a date... I must be more stupid than he is. Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Scarletts P.O.V Later that night, you and Bri head to a bonfire party at her cousin Shane''s. He''s a college student who roommates with some of his brides. Although you told Bri to pace herself, you find yourself downing drinks quicker than usual. "He''s probably out with her right now" You scowl, your eyes trailed on the vast fire, watching as it looks like the mes are licking the sky. You turn to Bri who''s eyes are glossy and wide as she nods to you. "She''s not even cute" "He''s a jackass" You curse, and grab your phone, ncing at the screen before you put it face down. You search the litter of people you don''t know, only recognising Shane and one of his roommates. The rest are strangers. Despite the fuzziness i your head and the fact you cant focus, you feel like your heads never been more clear. "I bet he''d be fucking jealous if he saw me here with someone" "Of course he would be, because guys want to be able to do all the things they''d bitch at us for" You nod, letting your gaze linger on the cute guy standing over towards the backyard fence with a beer in his hand. "Oh, you know what you should do?" "What?" "I''ll take a pic of you with that cute guy and we can post it on your timeline" You and Briugh before you nod and stand, holding out your arms to steady yourself before you both begin walking over towards the guy. He turns his head, a curious expression on his face as he observes you with blue eyes. He''s not bad looking but you don''t care about that. He''s just a means to an end. Oliver wants me to be jealous? He''ll be jealous. Fucker. You reach him, and Bri grabs your phone. "Hey" "Hey, whats up?" "I''m Scarlett, this is Bri. She''s Shane''s cousin" You watch him nod with recognition "I''m Nate" "Nice to meet you Nat" "Its Nate" "Isn''t that what I said?" He casts a look to his friend and shakes his head while rubbing the back of his neck. "No, you uh, you said Nat" "Oops" You both giggle "Sorry, my fault. How do you know Shane?" "Oh, I''m friends with his roommate Connor" "Oh, that''s awesome" You ce your hand on his arm smiling, watching out of the corner of your eye as Bri angles the phone at you and secretly snaps a pic. Nate nces at your hand on his arm and chuckles awkwardly. "Uh, yeah. I guess" "Got it" "Well, it was nice to meet you Nate" "Uh... you too" You snicker at his confusion before you and Bri go marching back over to the chairs littering the fire. Bri C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. hands you your phone and smiles triumphantly. "Posted on your timeline. I gotchu'' boo" "You''re the best" "I know" "Maybe you should call him?" You blink a few times and turn to her. "Why?" "You could tell him how much fun you''re having and that you hope him and Theresa are gonna be very happy together" Bri covers her mouth, snorting loudly. Well, he wants me to y games... "I don''t know" "I''ll do it" She reaches for your phone and you hold it out of her reach, chuckling. "Fine! I''ll call him. If I put you on, you''ll embarrass us both" She rolls her eyes at you, and you press ''call'' on your phone, gasping when you put it to your ear and it rings. No. This will be good. Its fine... He answers after a few rings, confusionced in his voice. "Scarlett?" "Oh sorry, did I interrupt your date?" "Its one in the morning..." "Sorry, is she sleeping beside you?" "Fuckin'' ell... are you drunk?" Your eyes widen as you stare at Bri who''s repeatedly yelling ''what?'' You begin to shake your head rapidly, before you giggle realising he can''t see you. "Nope" "You''re lying" "I am not. I just had something I wanted to say to you" "You soundpletely shitfaced" "I had a ss of wine. I''m good" "I only had one drink. You''re dramatic" "You''re not going home with some random fucking guy" "Jealous" "Don''t be stupid" "Hey, I''m just dating. I''m over your shit" "I doubt that" "Well get used to it bud. Nate says hi" You hang up before he can get another word in and clutch the phone to your chest,ughing hard "What did he say?" "Oh, he was incredibly jealous" "Good" She nudges you andughs "Maybe he''ll start acting right" "Ugh, I don''t need the drama" Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Scarletts P.O.V Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. What seems like minutester, but is almost an hourter, you''re sipping on a mixed drink through a straw when you see him. "Shit..." Oliver stalks toward you, phone clutched in his hand, his narrowed gaze scrutinising you. You hop up, your drink sloshing out of the cup and spilling onto the ground, some getting on your shoes. "What are you doing here?" "I''m here for you" "The hell you are. How did you find out where I am?" He raises his brows and points at Bri who''s across the yard talking to Shane. "Next tine, if you want to be sneaky, don''t post a picture with your location and with the person throwing the party tagged in it. The idiot has his address posted on his timeline. "Ohhh. Fuck." Oliver is furious. His shoulders are tense, jaw clenched, as he gestures for you to follow him. "Let''s go" "You''re not the fucking boss of me" You shake your head and bring the drink to your lips. "You''re fucking mistaken if you think I''m gonna let you go home with someone, especially while you''re this wasted." Awe he''s pretending to care... "Why don''t you stay and have a drink?" "No thanks" You frown, ncing around. "Where''s Theresa?" Oliver shakes his head, ncing at his phone beefier sighing and stroking his chin agitatedly. "Probably asleep" "She''s not with you?" "No" She didn''t sleep over. Thank god. You ignore the confusion as to why you''re happy about that, and clear your throat before shrugging. "Well, I don''t understand why you''re here" "It doesn''t matter. I''m taking you home" So I can get fucking yelled at by mom? Hell no. "Not happening" "Then I''m taking you and Bri back to her house" You cock your head sideways and scoff. "You''re awfully bossy. She might not want to leave yet" He sighs, obviously fed up with getting you to go to the car so he moves past you and head towards Bri. Her eyes widen when she sees him and her face goes red. What the hell is he doing? You quirk a confused brow, and watch as Bri nods and hugs Shane, before she heads back towards you. Fuck. She caved. He gets whatever the hell he wants... again! You fume silently as they near you, and set your drink down on the bench near you. "Bri, I thought you weren''t ready to leave?" "I''m tired..." You shoot Oliver a furious look and clench your teeth. "You''re something else. I''m not going." "Well, you can walk to the car or I can carry you" In front of all these people? He''s not bold enough... "I''d like to see you try" "You really don''t think I wont throw your ass over my shoulder because there''s a bunch of clumsy drunk idiots around?" He snickers loudly before he wraps his arms around your legs and tosses you over his shoulder. Fuck me... "Oliver, what the hell is wrong with you?" He begins walking towards the car, Bri following suit as you il in his arms. "I warned you" "Fuck you" "Not here, baby" Oh I bet he''s loving this shit "Bri, you''re just gonna let him kidnap my ass?" "It is funny to watch" That tired bitch is useless. You continue to thrash your legs, yelping when Oliver smacks your ass. "I like a challenge" "Put me down, asshole!" "We''re almost at the car" "Fine. I''ll fucking walk!" He halts, and you let out a deep breath. "Oh, you''re ready to cooperate now, huh?" "Whatever, Just let me down" He smacks your ass again, chuckling before he sets you back down and gestures towards the car. "Lead the way" "I really fucking hate you sometimes" He clutches his chest dramatically, with a sly smile. "Mm, hate fuels desire, Scar" I''m physically going to punch him. When you get to the car, you climb into the front seat, an watch as Bri sprawls out in the backseat. She closes her eyes and sighs and you know she''ll probably fall asleep any second. He nces back at her as he buckles his seatbelt, before setting his eyes on you, only his expression is much softer than when he first arrived. "What?" "Nothing" You firm your lips, feeling the air get thick with tension as he pulls out of Shane''s driveway. Doesn''t seem like things went so good worth Theresa You fiddle with your fingers, aware that every chance he gets he can steel a nce at you. "Tonight just wasn''t my night" "Why?" Its silent for a moment, and you furrow your bows, intrigued by the way he tightens his grip on the steering wheel and seems to peer off in to space, before he sighs and glimpses at you. "Well, because I cant stop thinking about you... I tired to pretend I couldn''t be with you, but honestly, it''s proven harder to stay away from you than I ever fucking thought it would be" Your mouth falls agape. Oh my god. He sighs, rubs the back of his neck, and bits his lip. "I don''t want to fight it anymore" "Then don''t" You ride in silence for a few minutes, part of you wishing he''d respond. The vast silence is deafening, and it chips away at you, as nervousness fills you. When you get down Bri''s road, and he pulls out in front of her house, shutting off the car, he turns to you, and for a moment, you think he''s going to say something, instead, he leans forward, caressing the side of your face as he presses his lips against yours. Oh yes. You kiss him back, moulding your lips against his, tasting his tongue, revelling in the way he touches you; gently but with dominance, like he''s no longer denying that he wants you, that you belong to him, and you let him. There''s no one I''ve wanted more... Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Scarletts P.O.V You''re not sure if it''s the liquor in your system, or the raw desire flowing freely throughout your being, but as you sit in Oliver''s car, out front of Bri''s house after he''s basically kidnapped you from her cousins party, you''ve never yearned for him more. Just when I start to pull away, I''m pulled right back in. He cups the side of your face, a silent ferocity in his eyes as he pulls back and searches your face. You''re breathless. Anchored by the unreasonable desire that''s a fire in your belly, you bite your lip, unable to resist the hunger lurking. "Scarlett..." He utters your name like a serenade to the soft breathy moans that slip from your lips, before you move forward, capturing his lips once again. His lips are soft yet firm with dominance as he forms them to yours. God he tastes so fucking good. His name is deep in the back of our throat as you open your mouth toce your tongue intricately with his. You enjoy the way he captures his name on your lips like he''s owed your pleasure. Why can''t I just not want him? It would be so much easier. As if to derail your thoughts, Oliver growls gutturally and bites your bottom lip, tugging teasingly on it, until you''re a panting mess. "You don''t know how bad I want you... how hard Ive tried to stay away... I probably should stay away... it''d be easier" You pull back, staring at him with wide, vulnerable eyes, When he talks like this, I feel like he''s not just some yer out to toy with me. That''s whats incredibly dangerous That''s what breaks hearts. "Ive tried myself... but I can''t resist" You move sideways, climbing on top of hisp, watching as heughs while adjusting the seat backwards for you tofortably settle on top of him. His hands encircle your waist, pressing you firmly onto hisp. The bulge of his hardened cock pressed directly against your panties, nudging your slit teasingly. Oh god, I can feel him through my panties. So close. So fucking hard. "Oh my god" Oliver grins slowly, and bounces you gently for a moment on hisp so his erection rubs against your throbbing pussy. You feel your wetness damp against the material as it grinds along your folds. That feels so good. Loosening his grip on your waist, he brings one hand up to your face and captures your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip while cocking his head sideways. "How easy it would be to slide those panties over, and sink you down on my cock" You''re breathless, enticed by his sexual charisma as it taints the air. "So easy" I''m losing my will to keep a distance. I don''t want to. But maybe I should? He''s a yer. He likes games. And I keep losing the battle. Maybe I didn''t want to win it to begin with. You side nce at Bri''s house, with its windows dark and void from consciousness as her parents sleep soundly, and you sigh. "M-maybe we shouldn''t" His eyes search your face warily, and his hand loosens its grip on your face before he settles it on your thigh. You expect him to say something. Protest. Anything would be less unnerving than his brooding silence. I wish I knew what he was thinking Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. "I should go" Your words have no fight in them. Even you don''t believe your own conviction. You don''t want to leave. Oliver''s expression changes to one of contemtion as he moves his fingers to your hips, slowly sliding your dress further up. His skilful fingers draw soft moans from your lips. "Should you?" You acknowledge his challenging tone with a resolved sigh of your own "I don''t want to" Your admittance is gently spoken. You''re not surprised when a knowing smirk quirks his lips upwards as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, teasingly fingering the material as your breath hitches in your throat. "Well, Scarlett... I suggest you decide now" His mesmerising eyes narrow mischievously as he searches your face. "Because once I pull these off-" He licks his lips as if he can taste the juices from your arousal already, and draws his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth while shaking his head. "I don''t think I can stop, and I don''t think you''ll want me too" I don''t want him to stop You wiggle your hips, a raspy moan tearing from your mouth when pleasure ignites in your veins with every gentle thrust of your hips against his jeans. "Fuck. Scarlett. I swear to god, I''m about to fuck you in this car" "Its hard to resist you... I want you so bad" "Fuck it. I have to be inside of you" He lets you reach for his pants unbuttoning them to free them from the confines of his jeans and boxers. When you release his cock from his pants, it bounces upward, hi meaty length smacking against your wet slit. "Oh my god" "I can feel the heat from your pussy" He palms his cock, and moves it to your slit, gliding the head along your wetness, coating his shaft in the slick juices off his arousal. The feeling of his cock against your pussy is otherworldly. The pure bliss that set''s your body aze has you panting wildly as you teasingly push your hips down when his cock nudges the entrance of your pussy. "You''re so fucking perfect... beautiful" You moan simultaneously when you press down against him and the head of his cock disappears inside of your taut hole. You''re interrupted by Bri''s pained groans. "Scar?" Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sharp eyes flicker to the backseat, and you sigh when you realise her forehead is pressed against the window and her eyes are shut. You move quickly off the top of Oliver, awkwardly climbing back into your seat with the hopes she didn''t witness such an intimate moment. You both straighten your clothes quickly, the sexual tension lingering in the air. Damnit. I forgot she was back there. Your cheeks warm as you nce at Oliver. His face is guarded as he grips the steering wheel tightly, and clears his throat. "Yeah, Bri?" "Ugh, are we there yet?" "Yeah. We''re here" She pulls herself upward, rubbing at her closed eyes before she prays them open to peer at you. Her gaze bounces back and fourth between you and the window, before she sighs, and reaches for the handle. "Are you okay to walk?" Not that I''m any better You snicker to yourself, slightly aware you''re still a little tipsy yourself. Something about Oliver is an intoxicating as it is sobering. You''re on alert around him, until he presses his lips against yours. "I can manage" That''s unlikely... especially if she''s as drunk as she sounds. You firm your lips, reluctant to leave the car and break the erotic spell that''s ovee you. As if leaving the car will bring you to your senses. I don''t think anything will. Bri pushes the door open, and clumsily ces her foot on the ground, yelping when she slips slightly out the seat, yanking on the door to catch herself. "Oops" She masks her giggles with one hand. "Maybe I should help" "I can" He quirks a brow and shakes his head, ring frustrated nostrils "What? So you both can fall on your faces" "Who says we''re gonna do that?" He rolls his eyes, and hops out of the car without replying. You watch him round her car to Bri''s door and offer his arm as she climbs out. She leans on him, and a pang in your chest makes you frown. God, am I jealous? I did not want to be this deep in with him. "Fuck" You mumble that low enough so only your ears will hear it, and push your own door open, before settling your feet on the ground. The ground appears to rush up at you, but its just the dizziness fogging your perception. I''m gonna regret drinking this much tomorrow You pull yourself out of the car and watch as Oliver helps navigate Bri towards the house. He stops, twisting his neck to look at you. "You go it?" "Uh, yeah. I''ll be fine" You wave him on, wanting some distance from him to clear your head a little. You use the walk towards the house to observe himpletely, admiring how muscr and handsome he is, but also how secretly caring he is. He ys this sarcastic asshole yer role, but he''s sweet. What is he doing to me? "I''m never drinking again" "Ive heard that one before" She raises the arm that''s no it loped with Oliver''s to flip you off. Oliver chuckles, and the sound of his carefreeughter makes you smile. When you near them towards the front door, you watch as Oliver takes Bri''s keys from her hand and unlocks the door. He turns towards you, unspoken words hanging promisingly in the air as his face softens. "This isn''t going to be another dressing room incident is it?" You firm your lips, widening your eyes at her. God damn she wasn''t supposed to say that in front of him. "Bri what the hell?" You expect Oliver to be furious, but you''re surprised to find the flirtatious expression along his face. He quirks his lips gently, eyes crinkling with amusement as he peers at you. "Goodnight, Bri" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Night, Oliver" Bri pushes her way into the house, and you''re left with Oliver alone. You feel your cheeks warm and you know you''re blushing, thankful its dark enough to hide your embarrassment. "I-I''m sorry... I honestly didn''t think she''d open her mouth like that" Oliver lets out a slow, deliberate breath and steps closer to you, raising a hand to the side of your face to caress your cheek. He strokes hips thumb along your cheek and you sigh, eyes fluttering closed a you lean into his embrace. "Oh, Scarlett..." Mmm... he''s so overwhelming. Everything. His touch. His smell. Him. Your eyes open when you feel his hand slide down your cheek to your neck where he gently squeezes. His gaze is darker. Intense. A glint of desire, and ravenous lust. He leans forward, his jaw clenching, before he moves his lips to yours, pressing his ever so slightly against yours before he mutters his words against yours. "I told you to cum quietly for me... we''ll have to work on that" Holy shit! You gasp, but its swallowed by him as he moulds his mouth passionately against yours, a groan rumbles in his throat as he ims you with his lips. Oh god... there''s definitely going to be a next time. He breaks away far too soon, gaining a whine from you which causes him to snicker humours your. "Patience... it''s only a matter of time before I''m buried inside that pussy of yours" "Mmm" Your eyes nce back and fourth between his lips and his eyes, unable to pull your gaze from his mouth when his tongue quickly swipes along his bottom lip. "Goodnight, Scar" With that, he briskly turns on his heels and saunters back towards his car. Flustered, you turn and go into the house, a goofy grin on your mouth as you close the door. Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Scarletts P.O.V The next few days go by in a blur with preparation of your graduation. Oliver''s gone visiting his mom for a few days, and his absence is surprisingly more agitating than you thought. Finally, after hours of makeup and outfit choices, you and Bri have arrived at school for the graduation ceremony. You''re eager to see Oliver gain. "God, you still looking for him?" "No. Just checking to see who''s here." Okay, well its not a total lie. "Sure... you haven''t taken your eyes off that door" "So what? I''m looking for my parents too" "Mhm. Or just super homed in on the dude who''s fucking you" "He is not!" You narrow your eyes and nce around at the people passing you. Bri''sck of privacy always results in your business being spilled to strangers. You re at her, and cross your arms over your chest. "Can you say that any louder? Damn" "Whatever. But you know its true" "You''re a pain in my ass" "But why would he even go back there after the whole mom''s boyfriend incident?" "Its still his mom" "Not worth it to me" You shrug, purse your lips curiously as you continue to search the crowd in pursuit of his familiar dark eyes. "Oh shit. Is that Theresa?" "What?" "Over there?" Bri points over the other side of the hallway down towards the C entrance to the school. You squint, peering ahead only to frown when you make eye contact with her. And alongside her is Oliver, looking irresistible in dark cks an a blue suit jacket, with his hair styled out of his eyes. "What the hell is she doing here?" Why the fuck is he with her? And of all the days for this shit to happen, it happens when I have to walk on stage in front of the entire school. You frown, about to pull your gaze away from hem when his gaze shifts and makes constant with your priori get stare. He narrows his eyes scrutinisingly, but his expression is unreadable. You run your tongue over your teeth, and roll your eyes before looking away from him. "Yep. That''s them" "Did he really bring a fucking date to your graduation?... what the hell is his problem?" Well, honestly, it seems like I''m the one who has the problem I keep trusting a yer You run your hand over your styled hair, gently arranging the bangs slightly out of your eyes, before you clear your throat. "Doesn''t matter. I don''t care." "Scar-" "No. Bri, its fine. I''m not going to let it get to me. I don''t care enough about him to let me." Liar.. and here theye... great. "I''m about to say something-" "God, please don''t. I don''t want to make a scene, and its thest thing my parents need to know" "Where the hell are your parents? Why aren''t they here with him?" "He probably drove himself..." "Or with her" You shoot Bri a t look for herment and she gives you an apologetic half smile, before turning to Oliver as they stop in front of you both. With a quick, steadying breath, you manage to rid your face of anger, and just mould an expression of indifference. "Oliver" She spits his name like its an insult. Bri was never one to shield how she feels about someone Oliver seems to catch onto her ton, because when he acknowledges her, he uses the same one. "Bri" Bri tears her look of disdain from him, and settles it on Theresa who''s eyes shift back and fourth between you and Bri cautiously. "I didn''t know you and Oliver were exclusively dating" Theresa seems thrown off by Bri, and despite the look of disinterest on your face, your interest is piqued. Just as Theresa opens her mouth to respond, Oliver steps in, and crosses his arms over his chest with a smug grin on his face. "Why is it any of your business, Briana?" C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. "Oh, just curious seeing how you''re a manwhore" Oh god... so much for making a scene. "Is that so?" "Mhm. Just wanted to remind you" "Thanks for the useless announcement. Are you done?" "Nope" "Of course not" Theresa firms her lips, remaining quiet as Bri and Oliver cast each other dirty looks. Bri scoffs, and turns to you. "I''m gonna go use the bathroom too touch my makeup up. Youing?" "I''ll be there in a minute" Bri shrugs, and disappears, tension in her shoulders as her heels click against the tile floor, feet carrying her away quickly. And to think, he used to flirt with her. Now they are at each other''s throats. That''s how quickly he flips up on people. Can''t trust his emotions or a damn thing out of his mouth. You ce a hand on your hip, as you return your focus on them. Theresa''s whispering something in his ear, and he''s shaking his head. The jealousy that rages inside you is a destructive fire that makes you clench your jaw and cast them a dirty look. He wants to y it this way? Fine. "I''m surprised to see you here, Theresa." You quirk your head, widening your ears to appear innocent as she gives you a small smile, and nces at Oliver with admiration. "Uh, yeah. I didn''t really n on it. But I''m d I''m here" "Is that so?" "Scarlett..." His warning tone doesn''t deter you. Nothing can. Your jealousy has taken over. Possessed you with blind rage, and now all you want to do is stir the fucking pot. Oh yeah. Just as he has a million times with Jayden. "I thought you were single Oliver... I mean, that''s what you told mest night in my room" Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Scarlett''s POV Oliver narrows his eyes at you, but his silent warning is not cause for you to stop. You don''t care hoe he feels. You''re unscathed by his tant anger. Jealousy is a wild beast raging inside of you. "After what happened, I wasn''t lest with the impression you were exclusively dating. In fact..." You step forward, cupping your chin curiously as you bite your lip, and train sadistically yful eyes on him, hoping he can see the true fury lingering beneath. You giggle gently for emphasis. "I even recall you saying it was the best you''ve ever had" "Okay, enough" Oliver moves forward, grabbing your wrist firmly. His eyes are swirling orbs of anguish as he hisses a "Let''s go. Now." He begins towing you off down the hall. You admire the way his muscles ripple in his shirt as he continues to lead you away. You feel your insides clenching, remembering your intimate moments with him in the car. Despite your own anger, you feel your body responding to his closeness, nipples hardening, panties bing wet the longer he holds you in his grasp. What the hell is the matter with me? He''s an asshole, and my body still wants him! "Oh, whats the matter, Ollie? Can dish it but cant take it?" You''re met with fuming silence as he brings you towards the vacant guy. His footsteps are heavy. Irate. You scoff, refusing to let his brooding silence intimidate you. "Now you''re bring quiet. How grown up of you... seems like your little girlfriend was about to stake her im to you" He halts near the guy doors. You''re both obscured from those walking past in the hallway by the stairs. He moves close to you, hands clenched down at his sides. "She''s not my girlfriend" You ce your hands on your hips and shake your head. You''ve had enough of his bullshit and games. Hearing him lie once again is like a p in your face. Your face twists into disgust. "I didn''t invite her" "What?" "Your parents did" Why the hell would they invite her to my graduation? You don''t mask your confusion. Oliver drags his fingers through his hair, dishevelling it, but it only adds to his attractiveness. Your heart flutters in your chest wildly, as he shoots you a breathtaking smile and presses himself into you after stepping forward. "You know, jealousy looks good on you" "Fuck you" "Mm, that smart mouth of yours" "How about I show you exactly what this smart mouth can do?" You ce your hands on his neck, seductively gliding them around to cup his cheeks, before you pull them away and eye his pants. He reaches for your face, caressing your cheek with a gentle embrace. Without waiting for his reply, you lower yourself to your knees, hands reaching for his pants. You expect him to pull you up, or push your hands away. Especially because any minute someone coulde waltzing down the hall and catch you with his cock in your mouth but you''re excited by that thought. Let them catch me... I''ll suck harder. Instead of pulling away from you, he groans when you manage to unzip his pants, and free his bulging cock from his boxers. You eye it, yearning to taste him. To have his length stretch your cheeks while your tongue strokes him. Just the thought of having him in my mouth has my panties soaked. "We''ll see if you remember Theresa by the end" "Cocky huh? Only makes me want you even more" "Oh, so you do like a challenge?" You learn forward, kissing the head of his dick before you glide your tongue teasingly around your lips to moisten them as you prepare to suck him into your mouth. I don''t know if I can fit all of it. With his eyes watching you closely, you grin and tighten your grip on his shaft, as you move your head forward and wrap your lips around the tip. You gently begin to suck on the head, teasingly stroking him slowly with your hand while you suck. Content held by N?velDrama.Org. Fuck, yes. He''s so sexy Theresa isn''t going to be a damn thought in his mind. You swallow more of him with your mouth until he''s pressed against the back of your throat. "Your mouth is so fucking tight... Feels so good... too good... shit" His groans urge you to begin bobbing your head, as you suck on his cock, enjoying the way he feels in your mouth. You love the control you have as you pleasure him for once. With his mouth slightly ck, eyes heavy with pleasure, you keep your eyes trained on him as you jerk him and suck on him. "So fucking sexy...mine" Mine?... what the hell did he mean by that? "Oh god, Scarlett" His voice is soft as he moans, his cock twitching in your mouth as you swirl your tongue along the tip. His shaft is slick with your saliva, making it easier to glide your hand along the portion you haven''t dit inside your mouth. "Christ" His hips jerk forward, pressing him deep into your throat. Your eyes water, as you have to manoeuvre breathing with fucking him with your mouth, but you love every tortured pleasurable moment. "If you keep it up, I''ll cum in your mouth... can''t stop" He begins fucking your face, as he holds your head, guiding you forward and withdrawing your lips from around him repeatedly. Stricken with pleasure, he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Mmm" You moan, your tongue vibrating on his shaft, causing him to cuss and bit his lip with ecstasy. "So close... gonna cum" Yes. Fuck yes... I want him to fill my mouth. You mp down, tightening your lips and sucking as hard as you can around him as he continues to fuck your face. His cock swells in your mouth, and with a few jerky strokes of his hips, his shaft twitches and he cums in your mouth. "Oh fuck, Scarlett" You swallow quickly, as spurt after spurt floods your mouth. You marvel at the taste, enjoying the way he makes eye contact with you as the remnants of his orgasm slowly ebb. You pull your mouth back, realising him with a pop, befire you hear pping erupt from the distance. Fuck! Graduation! You stand, smoothing your hand over your hair. "Fuck. I-I didn''t expect that" Oliver rubs the back of his neck, before fixing himself "Guess we''re both full of surprises... I have to go graduate now" Oliver''s speechless as you twist and leave him standing here. You grin when you nce back quickly at him and see yearning in his gaze. Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Scarletts P.O.V Its not the way friends and family cheer you, screaming your name proudly from their seats in the auditorium that makes your grin sinfully as you climb the steps to the stage to receive your diploma. No. Its the taste of Oliver on your tongue; the salty remnants of of his orgasm which reminds you of the pure pleasure you evoked within him. He actually came on my tongue... and I drank every fucking drop. The lights beaming on you are too bright to seek out Oliver''s familiar gaze, but you can feel his eyes on you, greedily drinking you in like you''re meant for his gaze only. Its unnerving in all the right ways. You know your nipples are hard, hidden by your graduation gown, thankfully. One thing is for sure. I''m doing that again. After you gracefully receive your diploma and graduation is finished, the celebration migrates back to your house in the form of light music, family, Bri and takeout. Your mother excitedly begins showing photos she''s taken of you. You admire the candid photo she got of you hugging Bri. "That''s such a cute little memory! I''ll have to have it printed out... how about one of you and Oliver, Scar?" Your eyes move to the kitchen where Oliver is wiping something he''s spilled on the counter, but upon resting your eyes on him, a slow smile spreads on his lips. God, when he looks at me like that... I cant think straight. "I uh, sure. Why not" "Wouldn''t want to forget this day" For emphasis, Oliver presses his thumb against his bottom lip, his eyes trained on your mouth as he nears you. Holy shit! He''s talking about earlier... when I had my mouth wrapped around him. "Isn''t that right, Scar?" He utters your name slowly when he stands beside you and wraps his arm around your waists, making sure to graze your hip with his fingers. You jump from his touch, clearing your throat awkwardly as your mom raises a questioning brow at you. "Why are you so jumpy, Scarlett?" Oh maybe because your boyfriends son is making suggestive remarks about when I sucked his dick... and its all I can think about. "Its been a long day. I''m probably just hungry" Your mom shrugs, stepping backwards as she begins to angle her phone towards you. Oliver''s soft chuckle vibrates his chest as he tilts his head closer to yous. His voice is barely a whisper - careful to be heard only by your ears. "Hungry?" He''s provoking me... two can y at this game. "Maybe. I don''t think I was satisfied enough earlier. I''m hungry for more" "Just the thought of it, Scar... makes me hard as hell" You move your head forward to nce at his jeans where you find a bulge forming. He turns slightly sideways, careful to shield it from your mom as she raises her phone once again. "I can still taste you" "Okay! Cheese on three!" You firm your lips, holding in yourughter as she takes a quick picture of you and Oliver. "Perfect! Food will be here soon, Scar. Why don''t you go change" "Yeah, Scarlett" Bri emerges from the hallway, a cheeky grin on her face as she nces between you and Oliver. Her graduation gown is off, and now she''s dressed in a cute, light pink dress that gently hugs her curves. You can tell she''s teasing you. She wiggles her brows when your moms not looking. "Fine.. I''ll go get changed." "Sure you don''t need any help? Oliver?" Is she fucking insane? She cannot be saying shit like that! You warily shift your eyes to your mom and Kirk, sighing with relief when you see them heading towards the living room with some drinks in hand. I stare I''m going to smother her with a damn pillow! She doesn''t know when to stop talking! "Bri, what the hell?" "Rx, I knew they weren''t listening. Besides, I was quiet when I said it" "She''s not wrong... I''m more than obliged to help you out of what your wearing, but I cant guarantee to keep my hands off you" Oliver''s fingers reluctantly let go of your waist and he steps sideways, crossing his arms over his chest. Thest thing I want is for him to keep his hands to himself. This might not be the ce or right moment, but its only a matter of time. God, its tempting. Wordlessly, you turn, disappearing down the hall. You half expect him to follow you, but you don''t hear the heavy sound of his footsteps behind you when you get to the basement stairs. Damn... I''m so turned on... I barely know what to do with myself. You reach for your bedroom door, pushing into the room before closing it behind you, and pressing your back against it to take a steady breath. Oliver shrouds your mind, evading your excess like a virus Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. you don''t want to be rid of; destructive, but enlightening in a way youe to appreciate. I swear this isn''t going to end good. I mean, how could it?? With our parents and everything involved. And Theresa... Its only a matter of time before my mom finds out. I''m surprised she left when she did. I We should count ourselves lucky I guess. You walk deeper into your room, unzipping your gown and letting it fall to the floor at your feet. You step out of it, pulling the cap off your head to toss it onto your bed. "Don''t stop there" His voice startled you. You whip around fast enough to make your head spin, widening your eyes with surprise when you notice him in the doorway. "Keep going, baby" "Oliver... what if we get caught?" "Oh, we wont" He steps deeper into the room, closing the door behind him, before walking towards you. You hold your breath,pletely vulnerable to his scious gaze as he slides his eyes down your body. "Take of the dress, Scarlett... I know you want to" Of course I want to... its all I can fucking think about... every fucking waking moment. "Why don''t youe take it off? Show me exactly what I''m missing" Your insides clench when he narrows his eyes, hunger portrayed in the slow, deliberate way his tongue moistens his bottom lip before he bites it. You''re breathless, panting a he nears. "Defiant today aren''t you? Oh Scarlett, I don''t think you want me too" "And why is that?" He moves so he''s mere inches from you, snickering as he lifts a hand to graze the straps of your dress, teasingly dragging one down your arm. His touch ignites you. You feel yourself getting wetter as he gazes his hand up your neck and squeezes gently. "Because, I wont just take it off you" Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Scarlett''s POV He uses his other hand to tug at the skirt of the dress for emphasis as you gasp when he tightens his grip on your throat. He moves his lips over yours, devouring your soft moans before he teases his lips away again. "I''ll fucking tear this thing off you. So, if you like this dress, and want to keep it, you''ll take the fucking thing off" "O-okay. I''ll take it off" His authoritative tone melds with your pleasure, setting you aze. "Tell me what you want m to do to you, Scarlett?" You''re too excited. With shaking fingers, you pull down your dress, his eyes widening with desire as you free your breasts. They bounce upon release from the confines of your clothing, nipples straining hard towards him. He bites his lip, furrowing his brows as he eyes them like he wants to swirl his tongue around the hardened buds. "Tell me. Now" "I want you to touch me" "Where?" "Everywhere" "Fuck, yes. What else?" You step out of your dress, hooking your fingers in your panties to slide them down your legs. With a sultry gaze, you pick your panties up, and dangle them in front of him, watching as he grins and opens his hand for you to ce them in his palm. I love the way he''s looking at me. Like I''m a prize that he just has to have. "Who knows... maybeter I''ll rub these on my shaft and cum on them" "Oh god" Your moan softly at his words, eyes fluttering closed as you imagine Oliver stroking himself with something so intimate of yours. He pockets them, before he wraps a hand around your waist and tugs you closer to him. "This is dangerous" "Even better" His warm breath cascades your face, and with a ferocity that startles you, he presses his lips against you. A low growl rumbles from his throat as he consumes every moan, every ragged breath that slips from your mouth, he ims your pleasure with a stroke of his tongue along your bottom lip. Your tongues sh, massaging and tasting one another in a twisted game of dominance. So fucking addicting... his lips, his touch, his words... they make me weak. He grabs your chin roughly, pressing your mouth deeper into his like he wants to lose himself in you. You pant, desperate to keep up with the power of his lust, letting him move you to press you up against the wall next to the door. When he breaks his mouth away from yours, you whine, and he holds his finger up to his mouth to shush you. "I know its hard to control yourself baby, but you''re going to have to be quiet while I fuck you. Do you think you can do that? Can you cum on me quietly, Scarlett?" "Fuck, yes. Just kiss me" The notion of him finally being inside of you fills you with overwhelming excitement. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him viciously to you, moaning when when he trails searing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He breaks away to pull his shirt off, and you admire the delicious chiselled muscle along his upper body. He''s so fucking hot... irresistible "I want you inside of me, Oliver" He groans, and undoes his pants, freeing his monstrous length. Thick veins protrude from his girth. Your mouth waters at he sight, remembering how he stretched your cheeks endlessly when you sucked on him. He wraps his hand as best he can around his shaft, and uses the other hand to loop his arm around your thigh and wraps it around his waist. This is it... I want him so bad. You''re delirious with passion as he steps forward and grinds the tip against your wet folds. Your limbs shake as you''re filled with pleasure. "Fucking ell, your dripping wet, Scarlett... over me" He teases himself into your entrance, hissing as he sinks the first inch in. You inhale a sharp breath, hands making to grip his lower back and dig with your nails. "Oh fuck" He sinks himself inside of you, and you watch with admiration as you''re conjoined with a powerful thrust of his hips. You cry out, arching your body forward as he uses his other hand to wrap your legs around him and hold you against the wall. He fills youpletely in a way no man ever has before. You''re howling when he begins thrusting and pounding himself into you. "So fucking tight" "Oliver, that feels so fucking good. Don''t stop... Don''t... Fucking... Stop!" ""God, its so tight I can barely fit. Fuck. I feel you clenching around me, Scar. There''s no fucking way I''m not cuming inside of you" Oh yes. So warm and wet. It feels so good when he pounds me. So fucking good. Your eyes roll, fluttering closed as he moves to kiss you passionately, swallowing the slow moans that fill the room. Why has it taken so long? So long to feel this good and give into him? His cock is fucking magical. You moan against his mouth. He breaks away form you to m his length furiously inside of you. "God yes. I want you to cum inside of me. Fucking fill me Oliver" "So good... the tightest" Just the sound of him moaning drives you wild. You suck back your loud screams as you feel the familiar stirring of an orgasm in your gut. You clench the walls of your core around him repeatedly as his throbbing rod, continues to massage your insides, evoking dangerous pleasure from your body. "Oh god. I think I''m going to-" "Cum for me, Scarlett... fucking cum all over me" You''re powerless to his vulgar words, and with one swift thrust, your orgasm barrels through you, possessing your body. Your limbs shake uncontrobly, as your walls mp around him like a vide. "Shit. I''m cuming" Oliver ms his rod into you, and you feel his length swell until your insides are invaded with the warmth of his release. When your orgasm has waned, and your breathing has returned to a calm, steady rhythm, he releases your legs, and withdraws his shaft from insides you. "Jesus" You wince when he pulls out, aware that you''re slightly sore just from the size of him. "So much for keeping quiet" You frown, eyes widening as you mp your mouth shut and move your hand over your mouth with horror. Oh shit! I really hope they didn''t hear! "You don''t think they heard, do you?" Oliver chuckles, and drags a hand through his hair as he fixes his pants. "I doubt it" "How are you calm about this?" "You''re an adult. They''ll survive" "Oh my gos, you''re unbelievable. You want us to get caught!" "Yet you''re the one who''s screaming when we''re fucking" You feel your face warm as you blush from his words. Its not like you''re good at being quiet when you''re being pleasured. "Well... hen maybe we shouldn''t have sex" "Not a chance in hell I can keep myself from fucking you" "Oliver!" You smack his arm, and he grins mischievously. "What? You know you don''t want me to stop. You like when I''m inside of you, and I doubt you''ll b able to resist now" "Ugh, whatever. You got me... there. Happy?" "Fucking ecstatic" He leans towards you, cing a chaste kiss on your lips before you feel him smack your ass. "Better get dressed. Soon they''lle looking for us" You gasp, and smirk a you shove him backwards onto your bed. He falls back andughs gently, rolling his eyes at you, as you reach for his shirt and pull it on, enjoying the way his smell meets your nostrils. Damn. He always smells so fucking goos. No wonder I cant keep my hands off him. You jump, startled when his phone starts to ring, and he pulls it out of his front pocket, frowning at the number. He ces the phone against his ear, and hoarsely answers it. "Hello?" You note the tensed muscle of his jaw, and the way he knits his brows together. He ces a hand against his forehead and lets out a heavy, stressed breath. "I''m her son. What is this about?... what? Fuck. Uh, sorry. I''ll be right there" Oh god, what the fuck happened. "Oliver? Is everything alright?" He climbs off the bed, shoving the phone back in his pocket, before he moves back over to you, and shakes his head. "Its my mom... she''s in the hospital" "Oh my god, that''s awful. Is she okay?" "I''m going there now. I swear to fucking god if it was that asshole, he''s fucking dead" "Who? Her boyfriend? Is that the one who hit you?" "Yes. He''s a fucking dead man" Oliver moves past you despite your pleas with him to calm down. You''re worried about the crazed look in his eye as you follow him, calling his name frantically. When you reach him as he begins to climb the basement stairs, you grab his arm. "Fuck, Scarlett. I have to get there" "Oliver what is going on? Did he hurt your mom?" "I know he fucking did! Doesn''t matter what they say! That piece of shit woman beater! And she''s always fucking protecting him! Not this time!" He rips his arm from our grasp, and your face crinkles into one of hurt, as you wrap your arms around yourself. "I have to go. I-I have to fucking take care of this"Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Scarletts P.O.V You stand at the bottom of the stairs, tears stinging your eyes as the image of his sad anger shes in your mind. You hate seeing him so broken. Just the way he was when you first ever noticed the ck eye his mothers boyfriend gave him. For someone to hurt him like that... it makes your blood boil. I have to go with him. I have to. I wont let him go through this alone. You''re so angry, you swipe at your frustrated tears and gasp when you notice your mother standing at the top of the stairs, staring at you. That''s when you realise you''re naked, in just his t-shirt, and he''s just barged through the house shirtless and with his hair disheveled. "Scarlett... what the hell is going on? Are you-" Your mother swallows, unable to say the question unbidden in her mind. "Are you and Oliver... sleeping together?" The horror in her tone confirms she already believes it, she just wants to hear you say it, and despite your own fear and guilt, you don''t have time to deal with her over emotional bullshit. Not when you have to catch up with Oliver, and stop him from doing something incredibly reckless. I don''t have time for this shit. "It doesn''t matter! I have to go!" "It does matter! Are you and Oliver having sex?" "We are having sex. I''m a fucking adult mom! I don''t need your dam lecture right now. I have to go find him" "Oh my fucking god.. Kirk!" "Yeah, grab Kirk. That''ll help. Its not going to fucking change anything!" You twist on your heels, jogging back to your room to pull your dress back on. You grab a pair of sneakers, pulling them on quickly before you swipe your phone and begin to jog back towards the stairs. "Scarlett, you need to stop and talk to me right now" You ignore your mother at the top of the stairs, pushing past her and Kirk. "Scar? Scar!" "I-I have to go. Will you drive me to the hospital?" Bri nods frantically, mumbling a quick apology to your mom and Kirk before she swipes her keys from the table beside the door and you both file outside toward her car which is parked out front of the house. "What the fuck is going on? Did your mom catch you?" "Yes. Yes. But that doesn''t matter!" You hop into her passenger seat with shaking hands. You fumble with your seatbelt as she climbs in the car and turns the key in the ignition. You glimpse at her, hating how she frowns with concern. She is wasting time. I have to go there. "Doesn''t matter? Your mom just found out your fucking her boyfriends son, and you don''t care?" "Bri... I have to stop Oliver from doing something stupid. His mom is hurt, and he''s driving to the hospital" "What is he going to do?" "Nothing yet. I need to make sure it stays that way" "Okay, okay. I''ll get you there" The ride is agonisingly slow. You feel like you sit anxiously perched in the passenger seat for decades. Every red light evokes a scowl from you, as you nervously nibble on your nails. Why does his mom stay with him if he''s abusive? How could she put herself in danger? Oliver in danger? "Why the hell do kids need to clean up their parents messes?" Bri mumbles a quick unsure reply, but it wasn''t a question directed at her. You spent your life cleaning up the unstable messes your mother put you in. Bouncing from home to home. Never having a ce to safely rest your head. Not until you got older and your mother started dating. Even then, the homes didn''tst long. Once she moved on to someone else, you were bounced to another ce. It always made me feel alone. So fucking alone, and I don''t want Oliver to have to feel that. God, I really like him. Really, really like him. Its the first time you''ve openly admitted to having feelings for him to yourself. Apart from all the games and all the sex, and all the bullshit, you genuinely have strong feelings for him. Your heart aches just at the thought of his pain. "Scar, we''re here" You''re so consumed with the chaos of your thoughts you didn''t realise you''re in front of entrance C of the hospital, the emergency room. You utter a quick thanks and open the door and hop out. "Do you need me to stay?" "No. He has his car. And hopefully a shirt..." "I thought I saw him wearing one. Probably grabbed it before he left" Great, because I''m sure they wouldn''t let him in, and it would probably be unwise to tell him he cant see his mom. Especially in a rage like he was. "I''ll text you, Bri" You m the door shut, and take hasty steps towards the doors. You hear him before you see him. Fuck! He''s shouting. You scan the hallway, eyes widening when you find him shouting at the receptionist. You hurry towards him. "I don''t fucking care. I''m her son. I want to see her, now!" "Oliver!" He tears his gaze from the woman behind the desk and looks at you with surprise "What are you doing here, Scarlett?" "What''s going on?" "I cant see her" "Sir, She''s in the middle of an exam. Once she''s done you''ll be allowed to go through security and visit her" "See, it''ll be okay. We just have to wait" "Fucking bullshit" You wince as he ms his fist against the counter. Taking a deep breath, you ce your hand on his arm, and offer him a sympathetic look. "Oliver, I know you''re upset, but lets just wait and then you can go back, okay? I don''t want you getting into trouble" "Fuck getting into trouble..." Jesus, he''s pretty fucking mad. I don''t me him. "I''ll page Dr. Quintin and let her know you''re here" "You do that" Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. "Thank you" You pull Oliver towards a couple of seats along the wall, andmand him to sit. "It''ll be fine, Oliver. I''m sure she''s fine" "You don''t fucking know that" "Okay? Maybe I don''t fully know that... but I''m sure she is, and getting pissy with the receptionist is hardly the way to get answers" "I''m going to kill that asshole" Oliver vibrates with rage. It consumes him in a way that steaks your breath, and makes your chest ache. His pain is potent. Aged and amplified with years. You know nothing you say will lessen it, but that doesn''t mean you wont stop trying tofort him. "C-can I get you something? From the vending machine? Or a coffee?" "No" "Fine. I''m going to grab a drink" Just to give him distance for a second to collect his thoughts. Ive never seen him this angry. Not even when he was jealous and almost fought Jayden at that party. You head towards the vending machine, ncing back at him to find him worth his head in his hands. He''s so concerned about her. Even though she''s been a shitty mom. You sigh, exhaustion oveing you as you insert the money into the vending machine and grab a soda. It''s been. A long day, and not only are you trying to derail a psychotic Oliver, your mother is probably going out of her mind with anger and disappointment back at the house. I can only imagine what her and Kirk are saying... I don''t know how this is going to change things. Maybe for the worst. Your mind begins to reel with worse case scenario as you grab your soda. With a firm shake of your head, you attempt to dispel them. You''re thankful for this distraction when you notice a woman approaching Oliver. Must be the doctor. You head over, warily stepping towards Oliver as he rises from his seat. The woman casts her eyes to you, before speaking. "Hi. Oliver?" "Yeah" "I''m the woman who called you earlier, about your mother" Oliver crosses an arm over his chest and uses the other to rub his chin, on edge. "Is she okay?" "Yes. She''s stable" You watch as Dr. Quintin nces at a tablet, scrolling quickly before showing Oliver x-rays. "She ims she fell, but honestly, he physical injuries point us towards domestic violence. Do you think that would be possible? Your father? Or someone else in the home?" At the mention of his father, Oliver clenches his jaw and shakes his head. "My father would never... and they''re divorced. Its her current boyfriend. Is there anything that can be done? A police statement or something?" "Well, she denies that its domestic in nature, and without her statement, nothing can be done" "So he fucking gets away with it" He really has no filter. "No surprise. It''ll take him killing her for something to be done" Olivers hands tighten into fists down at his sides. Dr. Quintin gives him an empathetic look, before sighing. "Honestly, I see this in a lot of domestic violence cases. She really needs to understand though, that she cannot put herself in that situation. One more strong blow to her head and she has an incredibly high risk of a brain bleed... it could kill her" Olivers silent as that news settles in. "Can he see her?" "Yes. She''s just finished an exam. She''s awake, if you''d like to go in" "Thank you" "You''re wee. We''ll continue to monitor her for a few days, set her up with PT to help with the broken leg, and some counselling... does she have somewhere else to go?" "She wont leave" Dr. Quintin nods slowly, and pats Oliver on the arm before she says a quick goodbye, and disappears through the door she came. You turn to Oliver, afraid to say something to piss him off in such a raw moment as this. After a minute of agonising silence, you clear your throat. "Did you want to go see her?" "No" He twits on his heels, stalking off towards the front doors. "Oliver! Where the hell are you going?" "I''m going to confront that asshole" "I don''t think-" "You''re eithering or not. Either way, it doesn''t matter. I''m fucking ending this with or without you" He doesn''t wait for your response, instead he hurries out of the hospital, his shoulders stiff with tension. You know you should just leave him. Let him handle things the destructive way you know he does, there''s no reasoning with him when he''s like this. But you cant. You''re in too deep. "Fuck" He''s going to hurt that man... and I''m not just going to sit here with my hand on my ass. I''m going with him. Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Scarletts P.O.V He frightens you. His anger is volcanic. It pulses through his gains, causing his limbs to shake as he storms away. His fingers flex repeatedly into closed fists. You race after him, towards the car, phone clutched tightly in your hand. Oh my god... I''ve never seen him this furious before. He''s going to do something stupid. Maybe I should call did dad? Kirk would know what to do. Right? "Oliver! Wait! Don''t do something stupid" He doesn''t stop walking as he crosses to the parking lot. His shoulders high with tension as he whips his head around in search of his car. Fuck! "Oliver, you''re just going to make things worse! Why don''t you go visit your mom? She''d like that? Let the police handle her boyfriend" Just as you near him, he stops abruptly. You gasp when you almost run into him. He twists around, his brows knitted downwards as he eyes you, his muscr chest having with each angered breath. "That''s the fucking problem, Scarlett. No one is doing anything. And my mother? she''s thest person I''m going to listen too. She doesn''t even have enough sense to leave the asshole. He''ll have to kill her before she makes the conscious, logical fucking decision to get away from him" His hoarse voice makes your tongue dry. You swallow the lump in your throat an reach for him, frowning when he jerks away from your touch. "Oliver, I don''t want you to get hurt. I don''t want you to do something you''ll regret" "I''m past that fucking point" You open your mouth to plead with him, but he turns and begins stalking off in the direction of his car wordlessly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I have to call his dad. I have to. C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. You fumble with your phone, attempting to navigate the parking lot while drilling kirks number. When you finally manage to push the right numbers, you ce the phone to your ear, and take a deep breath to calm your pounding heart. Please answer. Fucking answer. Your eyes widen when you see Oliver reach his car, yanking the door open. "Awe, shit!" When Kirk answers, yore running to Oliver''s car, phone bnced awkwardly in your grasp ass you answer him with broken, words as you gasp for breath. "Scarlett, your mother is very upset right now. I think you shoulde home" "Kirk! I need you to drive to Oliver''s moms house" "Scarlett you shoulde home-" He''s not fucking listening! "Get to Oliver''s moms now! He''s going to fight her boyfriend! You have to stop him. I cant!" "What! Where is Oliver now?" "He''s leaving the hospital. I''m going with him, but I cant stop him. Ive tried to talk to him. Meet us there!" You hang up when you get to Oliver''s car, and yank open the passenger door. Oliver''s jaw tenses as h ces his hands on the steering wheel tightly, the veins in his forearms protrude from his furious grip. "Oliver, I know you''re hurting, but this isn''t going to end well" "But its going to end. Are youing? Because if not, close the damn door" You nod, and climb into the passenger seat, pulling your door closed with apprehension before you sigh and press your hand to your forehead. Your heart swells with empathy at his pain. God, how long has all of this gone on? I should just stay quiet. I know this is painful for him. But I cant shake my desire to get to understand him better. Especiallying from an unstable home just as he clearly has. "When did the abuse start?" He inhales a slow, deep breath, and tenses his jaw. You don''t know if he''ll answer you. You can tell by the lines along his face as he scowls, its a painful memory. You divert your quizzical gaze out the window, at meaningless shrubbery, convinced he wont answer, until you hear him clear his throat and begin speaking. "It started when I was eleven. Boyfriend after fucking boyfriend. All abusive assholes. And its like she was trying topensate for my father leaving or something. Trying to fill that empty fucking hole" You frown when you notice him swiping angrily at his face, his eyes are glossy and bloodshot, and it takes you a moment to realise he actually shed a tear; so haunted by his past that he cant even suppress his urge to cry. His mother is a selfish human being. Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Scarlett''s POV "She was so desperate to have someone... to be fucking owned, it made no difference when they started hitting her. I shouldn''t have been surprised that it wouldn''t make a fucking difference when they started hitting me. But, you know how fucking naive kids are" Heughs mirthlessly, before he runs a hand down his face. "She told me not to ''bother'' my father with it. He wouldn''t understand. He''d be mad at me. He''d be mad at her. Used the fact she loved him still as a weapon. And kids, we''ll do almost anything for our parents" "Oh my god, Oliver. I''m so sorry" You reach for him, despite the way he flinches, resting your hand on his forearm, rubbing gently with your thumb as if your touch can ease his pain. Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org. "She should''ve protected you" "Yeah, well... cant change the past" "No. I guess you cant..." You drag a frustrated hand through your hair, as you pull your other hand from his arm, resting it in your edge and it''s probably not the smartest thing to do right now. Years and years of pain... no amount of words I say will change that. "Is this boyfriend, Rick, the one who''s been with her the longest?" Oliver nods, and pulls the car to a stop in front of an unfamiliar house. Shit we''re here. Did Kirk make it yet? You scan the street, searching for kirks car, unease setting over you as Oliver pulls the keys out of the ignition. "Oliver, I-I don''t think you should do this" "He wants to fucking hit helpless women. I''m not going to just sit back and take it. Not anymore. And my moms not here to stop me this time" You''re unnerved by the frigid look in his eyes. Emotionless. Remorseless. He doesn''t care what happens. Doesn''t want to fucking think about it. Just wants to act, as all of these abusive men have in the past. Damnit, where the hell is kirk? You dial him again, watching as Oliver stalks towards the front door. Oh gos. What the hell should I do? I should stop him. Throw myself in his damn way if I have too. You hastily move towards the front door, not waiting to knock when you reach it. You twist the knob, frowning when you hear shoutinging from inside. You push open the door, moving towards the booming sound of Oliver''s voice in what you realise is a kitchen. Oliver looks pissed. Your eyes move from Olivers ripped back to the man sitting at the table. You peer at Oliver with a striking calm as Oliver roars loudly. "You think it''s fucking fun to put your hands on women? She''s in the fucking hospital because of you, Rick!" You''re frozen in your spot at the ferocious tone of Oliver as he sets forward, vengeance lined along the tense muscles of his back. "She''s not here to fucking stop me anymore, Rick. Let''s see you put your hands on me now, asshole. Since you''re so big and fucking bad" "Really, Oliver?" His condescending, gritty tone adds fuel to the fire. Oliver tilts his head, challenging stepping forward. "Don''t fucking beat your chest at me. Your mother is in the hospital because of her damn self" This guy wants Oliver to lose control... its almost like he''s fucking counting on it. You will your legs to move, binging you to Oliver''s side where you press a gentle hand against his chest, your fingers drifting over the muscles of his abdomen familiarly. "Oliver, he is not worth it. Don''t let him get in your fucking head" You make sure to level your gaze on Rick, a look of disgust twisting your expression. "He''s not a man. Men don''t hit women and children. He''s pathetic, and not worth it" "Oh, so just another mouth toe to your aid, huh?" Rick hups, as he moves his eyes from you to the ss of brown liquid on the table. He reaches for it, raising it to his lips, taking arge gulp before groaning satisfied as he swallows. Oliver scoffs, and goes to move forward. You press your body against his side and shake your head. Where the fuck is kirk? God, I wont be able to stop them from flighting. All Rick is doing is coxing Oliver to fucking fight. You shift your gaze to the doorway, hoping Kirk wille jogging into the damn house soon, but luck hasn''t been on your side in the past, so you doubt it''lle to your aid now. "Already drinking, Rick?" "Want some, Ollie? Do you some fucking good. Wont be so uptight like your mother" He tilts his ss to Oliver, and with one swift movement, Oliver smacks the ss out of Ricks hand. The murderous tension in the room thickens enough to choke on, as the ss flies and shatters on the floor. "I''m fucking done with you and your bullshit. My mom is too" "Your mother is done with me when I say she is!" Rick rises, a re on his face directed at Oliver despite the way Oliver towers over him. "Now, you and your little whore can get the fuck out of this house. Out of my house! And learn your fucking ce" Shit, shit, shit. You know by the shift in Oliver''s gaze that Rick has hit a cord. Oliver pushes past your hold, eyes darkening, frenzied breathing out of his mouth as he raises his fist and swings. Someone screams. Blood spattering. A deafening crack fills the room as they begin to fight. Oh no. God. "Oliver!" Kirk obscures your view, a firm expression on his face as he directs you to move. "Scarlett, go to the car!" You cant make your legs move. Your limbs remain sill, keeping you locked in the spot you are as you watch Oliver lose control. With each swing of his arm, his fist connects to Rick''s face, the mans eyes already swelling under the pressure. He''s gonna kill him! Oliver''s going to fucking kill him... You clutch your hands to your chest, jaw tense as you watch Kirk attempt to pull him back to no avail. Whatever demons have been guing Oliver, they unfold there in the room, possessing him "No! Oliver?" You''re moving deeper into the room before you have time to arrange your thoughts. Kirk screams at you but you don''t hear him. All you see is Oliver. His anger. It drives your forward, in the midst of the chaos unfolding in the room. "Oliver? Stop. Come on. Stop!" You push yourself between the two, reaching for his arm as he goes to move over Rick''s unmoving body. His eyes are dark, rageful, unfocused as he goes to push past you. You hold back a sob when you see his face, noting the way his jaw has begun to bruise. Blood specks covering his face, but other than that, he''s managed to avoid Rick''s blows. "Oliver, please, stop. Its okay!" You reach for him, cupping his face in your hands as you plead to the man you know lingers below the surface. The one who continuallyes to your aid when you''re drunk, or cares enough about his father not to screw up his rtionship. "Don''t. He''s hurt. Okay? He''s hurt. Just stop. I-I don''t want you to do something you''ll regret. I don''t want you to be him" You cradle his face, your eyes roaming his to try and get trough to him. "Oliver..." You whisper his name softly. The same way you do when you find yourself overthrown with passion. That same gentle plea of safety his name has be. "Oliver, please" "Scarlett" When he utters your name, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his, like you''re the antidote to the poison that is his mother and her abusive boyfriend. He wraps his arms around you, crushing you to his chest as he kisses you feverishly as if you''re the only thing keeping him from drowning. Oh god... I just want him to not be in so much pain. So much fucking disappointment. I want him to forget. You break away from Oliver when you hear Kirk calling to you. "Get him out of here, Scarlett. I''ll take care of this" "Oliver, lets go" He''s reluctant to move, but with a few gentle tugs on his arm, he follows, leaving kirk behind who begins lowering himself to the ground to assess just how badly Oliver''s beaten up Rick. "Let me drive" You hold out your hand for his keys, unwilling to argue with him about it, but surprisingly he doesn''t put up a fight as he lowers them into your palm. You both move towards the car wordlessly, climbing in quick and closing the doors before something else sets him off and he loses control again. Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Scarletts P.O.V Both you and Oliver are in the car. You decide to pull away from his mom''s house quickly before something else sets him off and he changes his mind about leaving and gets out of the car. After a few moments in silence as you process what''s just happened. Oliver clears his throat before speaking, though you can hear the emotion in his voice. "I-I couldn''t stop. I thought of every fucking time he put his hands on me and my mom, and I just lost control" ''I know. I know Oliver" You ce your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently as he cups his chin, scratching at it as he continues Content held by N?velDrama.Org. as if he hasn''t heard you. "And when he fucking called you a whore... I swear to go I saw ck. I didn''t feel anything. Not even when he was hitting me. Not a fucking thing. All I wanted to do was hurt him. To make. Him feel the pain he''s made me feel. The pain my mom is feeling right now!" Your sympathy is unyielding. It consumes you swifter then anything has, and makes your heart race with anger. You pull off onto a side road, speeding and driving deeper into a brush of trees as you can get yourself to move, despite Oliver''s confusion. "Scarlett, where are we?" I just want to be the calm in the storm for him. What makes him forget. Or lessen his pain. You park the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition and unhooking your seatbelt, as you''re fuelled by passion into hisp. "Scarlett?" "I think I''m falling for you. It sounds crazy out loud, but I just want to ease your pain. Just the thought of you going through this is making me fucking crazy. I might be man idiot for admitting this, or being this vulnerable in front of you, but I am falling for you, Oliver." He regards you with an impassive expression, guarding himself from your scrutiny as you wait for his response. The anticipation eats you up inside, igniting your nerves. He softens his gaze and drags a hand through his hair as he moves you closer to him. "I realised something today. No matter how guarded I try to be, I cant keep myself away from you. And I haven''t wanted too. And I didn''t know why until today. I let myself fall for you" His omission makes you feel bliss as excitement fills you. You''re in hisp before you can think, capturing his mouth with yours, desperately trying to lose yourself in him. You cup his face in your hands, passionately entwining your tongue with his. God, I love him... "Oh, Oliver" You moan deeply when his hands go to your hips, flexing along the skirt of your dress before he begins pulling it up to bunch around your stomach. "Everything about you. Is fucking distracting" He groans when he realises you''re pantieless. He reaches a rough finger in between your thighs to glide along your glistening folds. You shiver at the warm contact of his fingers, pleasure causing your walls to clench in response. "Mmm, so eager you''re twitching for me. I have to have you right now, Scar" He reaches between you, undoing his pants to pull himself free from the denim prison, and as soon as he grips his thick member in his hand, you feel the pulsating heat of his erection. "I want you inside of me, Oliver. So fucking back" I''ll never get tired of this. You lower your hips too capture the head of his bulge inside of you, moaning when he hisses from the pressure of your wet centre around him. "You''re mine" "Yes!" He thrusts upward, burying the rest of his length inside off you skilfully, before he begins bouncing your hips repeatedly, gliding your velvety smooth walls up and down him. You moan an array of incoherent words as you feel him filling youpletely. "Too fucking good" "Fuck yes. Oh god. I love this" He flicks his thumb across the swollen bundled of nerves atop your slit, causing you to arch your back. "And you..." Your eyes spring open when those words leave his lips, and you tense above him. He loves me? Holy shit... did he just admit to loving me? His lips quirk upward slightly, before the pressure gets too much and he distracts you with a hard blow of his hips upward, driving his delicious shaft deeper into you until you''re crying out mercilessly in he car. Oh god. Should I say it back? What if I misheard him? "Oliver, you feel so good!" He groans, tossing his head back as you ce your hands on his chest and take control. You rock your hips, bouncing atop him as you feel the way he overpowers every sense of you. The tantalising way he smells fills your nostrils, making the hairs on your body stand on end excitedly. You lean forward, slipping your tongue between his lips to taste him addictingly, and you roam your hands over his chiselled bodymitting him to memory. "You''re so fucking perfect. Every part of you" He cups your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "Perfect" God, why is he saying all of this? I''m fucking powerless to him. And his words. I want him so badly it scares me. You press your head into his neck as your orgasm stirs in your gut, and you clench tightly around him. "Fuck, I feel you getting close. You''re so tight. Awe, fuck" Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Scarlett''s POV A deep groan rips from his lips, and you cum endlessly around him, his name a chant on your lips until he swells inside of you, and you feel him fill you deeply. You''re ovee with emotions from his orgasm, and those three forbidden words are restless on your tongue. "I love you..." C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org. His hands cinch your waist tightly as he holds you down onto him until he no longer twitches inside of you and you feel him press his lips against your head. You pull your head back from his neck, and stare behind hooded eyes, nervously as his eyes roam your face. "Say it again" "I love you" Your face warms with embarrassment as he caresses your face gently. "God, that''s fucking amazing" "Oh really?" You reach up towards his face, fingers gently grazing the bruises along his jaw. He winces, and catches your wrist, bringing your fingers to his lips to ce a kiss. "Mhm" "Don''t get toofortable" You giggle in his grasp as he quirks a brow. "And why is that?" "Just because I admitted that, doesn''t mean I''m going to act any different. So as unagreeable as I am now, that''s not going to change" He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him as his head is pressed against your stomach as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Good. That''s what makes it fun. I wouldn''t want it any other way" "I''ll hold you to that" "Do it" You grin, shaking your head as you climb back into the drivers seat, straightening your skirt before you turn the key in the ignition again. He sighs when you pull back into the street, heading back to your house. "Its so easy to forget with you" I know exactly what he means... for a second I forgot about everything. The whole fucking fight. All of it. I just hope Rick isn''t dead. Can''t undo something like that. You smooth your hand over your hair, and nod. "Yeah I know the feeling" "I just uh, wish I could escape the bullshit. Honestly. Move away" "Why don''t you? Finish college, anal move away?" A sardonicugh leaves his lips and he rubs the back of his neck as he averts his gaze out the window. You don''t know why he''s avoiding the subject, but your curiosity sets in, and you breach the subject anyways. "What''s wrong?" "I don''t want to talk about it" "About what? Is something wrong with school?" "Well other than the fact I dropped out?" Oh god... he dropped out? "You dropped out? Why?" He shakes his head, and as you pull up out front of the house, he hops out of the car quickly before you''ve even had a chance to park it. You climb out quickly and call after him. "Oliver! Oliver, wait! Why did you drop out? You reach him before he gets to the front door, grabbing his arm. You expect him to yank his arm out of your grasp, but he just halts. You frown, and release him, stepping around him with concern lining your brows. All of this has been fucking with him... "Just wait a second" "I really don''t want to talk about it right now, Scarlett" "Fine. Fine. Whatever. Just keep it bottled up inside like you like to do" "Yup. I will, thanks" He huffs frustratedly as he reaches for the doorknob, and pushes open the door, only to be met with the fury of your mom. "Where the hell have you been?" She rushes at you two, her hands on her hips as she nces back and fourth between you. "Your father just called me in a frenzy. What the hell happened? And we still have a lot to talk about!" You pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a headache forming. Your mothers not the one to utilise boundaries. That''s probably why you pry so much when ites to Oliver, but right now, at the full force off her interrogation, you realise just how annoying it is. "Mom, stop!" "Excuse me? Do not tell me to stop. I get a call from kirk saying Oliver''s been in a fight. You''re having sex under my roof... the damn list goes on!" "Its not like that. Oliver''s moms boyfriend put her in the damn hospital!" Your raised voice hushes her for a moment. She nibbles anxiously on her lip as she settles her gaze on Oliver who lookspletely fed up with it all. He shoves his hands in his pockets, and raises an expectant brow. "Is that true?" "Uh huh" "Well... why didn''t your father know?" Oliver scoffs and rolls his eyes, causing your mom to narrow her eyes at him. "Well. He''s not too keen on giving a shit about her as ofte. Don''t me him though" Oliver shrugs and begins walking down the hallway despite your mother''s protest. "Oliver! Get back here!" He waves a taunting hand at her, before he disappears down the hall and she snaps her cold expression at you. "What the hell is going on?" "I really don''t want to talk about his now... I have to go check on him" "No. No. You''re gonna stay right here and exin yourself. You''ve been having sex with Oliver?" God, now would be a great time to die to avoid this damn conversation. "Well, I figured we already confirmed that earlier" "Enough of the damn attitude" "What do you want me to stay? I''m eighteen years old... sorry to burst your damn bubble, but I''m an adult. I make my own decisions. Not you" "Scarlett, when you are living under my roof-" "Don''t worry... I wont be soon!" You groan and shove past her, stalking off in the direction Oliver has gone. "You''re not off the hook! When kirk gets here you will be exining yourself!" Kirk''s too busy dealing with the nightmare back at Oliver''s mom''s house so I''m sure we have plenty of damn time. When you get to the bathroom, you hear the familiar voice of Oliver cursing. You don''t knock. Instead, you reach for the doorknob and enter the bathroom, frowning when you see him cringing while sitting atop the closed lid of the toilet. "Jesus... you''re bleeding. What happened?" "Guess punching the mirror proves more dangerous than my mom''s boyfriend" At the mention of the mirror, your eyes drift to the shattered remnants of the mirror perched on the wall. He punched the damn wall? "What the hell did you do that for?" His mouth pulls upward into azy grin, and its as if he''s the cocky asshole who''s smarted his way into your pants again. "Oh, you know hell well I handle emotions" Fucking eh... is he for real? A soft chuckle leaves your lips and you shake your head at him as you reach for his hand, cradling it carefully in yours as you assess the damage. "Well, it may need stitches. It''s pretty deep" He shakes his head. "Nope. Glue it" You gasp, and re at him. Just as you open your mouth to reply snidely,motion from down the hall draws your attention. "What the hell?" You release his hand, muttering an apology when he inhales a sharp, pained breath as you head out into the hallway. "Oh god... no" You head quickly away from the bathroom as you spot a policeman standing in the house, your mother guiding them with a pointed finger in your direction. "Uh, what the hell is going on?" "Scarlett, you need to let these men so what they came here to do" You position yourself in front of your mother and the cops, and ce your hands firmly on your hips while shaking your head. "And what the hell is that exactly?" "They are here for Oliver" "No... he''s not here. He''s out" "What the hell is going on?" Your eyes flutter closed with frustration when he emerges from the bathroom. His hand is leaking blood onto the floor. He ignores it as he steps forward, fists down at his sides. You ce a hand on Oliver''s shoulder. "Like I said, Oliver isn''t here" "That''s him" "Mom? What the hell?" "Scarlett... let me go. Its fine" "Its fucking not fine" "It''ll be alright" You blink back tears as you feel their familiar sting as they pool in your eyes. You don''t budge, keeping your hand firmly on his shoulder, until he twists, and captures your wrist in his hand. I cannot believe this is fucking happening... Oliver is just protecting his mom, and yet he gets into trouble. Not the asshole who almost killed her. "No" "Scarlett. Stop" He reaches up and cups your chin, wide eyes searching yours ass his gaze softens and he lowers his lips to yours. Your whine melts away when he kisses you, as does the world. Oliver consumes each soft protest with his tongue, before he''s pulled away quickly. No! This is fucking awful. "He didn''t do anything wrong!" You cover your mouth with your hand as they apprehend him roughly. He winces when they cuff him, and it takes everything in you not to throw yourself at him to keep him here. "You''re under arrest..." Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Scarletts P.O.V Helplessness is dictating. It seizes your mind, unwarranted, as you watch Oliver being walked out of the house, arms cuffed behind his back, a trail of speckled blood along the floor. This is fucking ridiculous! He didn''t do anything wrong! He was just protecting his mom... someone who failed to protect him. Angry tears sluice over your cheeks as you twist to face the masked expression of your mother. "What the fuck, mom? How could you?" You drag shaking fingers through your knotted hair, before swiping the tears from your face. Your disappointment is evident as you frown at her. She denies guilt with a shrug of her shoulders and a gentle shake of her head, like she''s only looking out for whats best. "Scarlett, you need to let those men do their jobs. I''m not going to interfere with things when I don''t know what the hell fully happened." "Are you kidding me? This isn''t his damn fault!" You wince when your mother throws her arms up defeatedly. "This is exactly why you shouldn''t have gotten involved with him. You''re letting your feelings cloud our judgement." You press your hands against your chest and raise your brows incredulously at your mother. Jesus Christ, she doesn''t know what the term ''loyalty'' is at all. "You''re something else, you know that? Can''t be fucking loyal to anyone. If it was kirk you''d let them take him?" she rolls her eyes, and wraps her arms around herself. "That''s enough" "This is why we fucking bounced around from man''s house to man''s house when I was younger. You cant just firmly stand behind someone. Its fucking pathetic. Unlike you, I''m going to fight for someone I care about" You push past her, storming down the hall towards the front door, before ripping it open and jogging down the stairs. "Scarlett! Get back here!" Not fucking happening. Your eyes scan thewn before you spot the cop car parked in the driveway, the officer still toting Oliver towards it, a grim expression on the officers sweaty face. I don''t want him to go through this alone. Your thoughts are jumbled as you stand there, horrified as the officer roughly shoves Oliver up against the squad car. You bite your lip hard, unable to contain the fear pulsing in your veins. Maybe I should call Kirk? I cant just let them take him away. Your heart pounds anxiously in your chest as you feel your lungs tightening, and suddenly its harder to breathe under the pressure. I''m not going down without a fight. Ignoring your mother''s shrill voice from the doorway as you descend the stairs, you shoot kirk a quick text. Scarlett: Oliver got arrested! Pleasee down to the police station! Here goes nothing Your legs carry you towards the policeman, and with a few sharp shakes of your head, you dispel the foreboding thoughts clumping together in your head. Don''t think-just act! When you near them, the police officer frowns, and holds out a hand warningy. "Miss, I''m going to need you to back up" "No. I''m not going to" Oliver''s brows knit together as he begins shaking his head. "Scarlett... don''t. Just go back inside" "No. I''m not" Oliver sighs, and you notice his jaw tensing as the officer raises his voice. "You need to step back! Unless you want to get arrested for interfering" "Scarlett! Go back inside. I''ll be fine" "I haven''t listened to you before this, and I''m not about to start. Let him go" You move towards them, reaching out for Oliver. The officer rips him away from you, quickly shoving you backward. "Miss I am warning you do not interfere with this arrest" "No! You''re arresting the wring guy!" The officer''s face twists into distaste as he yanks open the back door and shoves Oliver inside the car, ignoring the way Oliver curses from the movement "I warned you" Content held by N?velDrama.Org. He quickly moves towards you, and grabs your arms, pulling you towards he car. You stifle the grin on your lips as he spins you around and cuffs you. The metal of he cuffs bites hard into your flesh as he tightens them excruciatingly. "Scarlett! No! Officer, please! She''s really not thinking straight." You scowl at your mother as shees running towards the squad car, reaching out for you. The officer shakes his head, and moves you towards the backseat before shoving you inside. Your mothers eyes widen, glossy with unshod tears as she pleads for you. Funny how now she''s pleading with the officer. But not when the son of her boyfriend gets arrested. Ridiculous The smell of leather and Oliver envelops your senses when the door is mmed and you turn to him noting the way his jaw is flexed with tension as he scrutinises you. "Are you fucking insane?" How weing... "Is that a rhetorical question?" "I''m being fucking serious, Scarlett. Interfering with an arrest isn''t a good charge to have" I wasn''t really thinking about it, just about being there for him. You lick your lips, contemting his words before you sigh. His tongue darts out along his lips, eyes scanning your face as you be breathless beside him. God, its awful how turned on I get whenever I''m near him. No matter the circumstances He shifts, thighs rubbing against the leather before your attention fleets to his pants where an impressive bulge has formed. "You are so fucking reckless." He''s one to talk. A grin tugs your lips slightly upward and he cocks his head in humoured disbelief, and you cant contain your yearning to have his mouth hungrily pressed against yours. "Just shut up and kiss me" He raises his brows, teeth dragging against his bottom lip. A teasing expression forms on his face and your breath hitches in your throat as you feel excited wetness pool between your thighs. "I don''t think I should regard your behaviour" "Too bad. I know you''re going to" He rolls his eyes, but just as you suspect, he leans towards you. Your eyes flutter closed, waiting to feel that familiar heat of his mouth, and the soft velvet of his tongue. Now this... this is whats worth fighting for. You inhale a surprised breath when his teeth meet your bottom lip,tching onto the plump flesh to nibble and suckle, causing your eyes to shoot open. Damn.. if only we weren''t handcuffed. He groans when he releases your lip from his teeth and kisses you passionately. You sumb to the way he swallows your moans greedily, before entwining his tongue with yours. "You are literally the most frustrating woman I''ve ever met" You giggle after he mutters that against your lips. "Feelings mutual" He drives me fucking crazy You''re ripped back into reality by the officer sliding into the drivers side as he gruffly regards you two reciting your rights. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and your eyes widen and the shred of hope that previously eluded you return. At least I know Kirks a fighter. He was there for Oliver at Oliver''s mom''s. Hopefully he''ll be here now. Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Scarletts P.O.V After what feels like hours sitting cuffed at the police station, you''re surprised when Kirkes stalking into the room, a man dressed in formal attire following him. You shift in the ufortable seat you''ve imed beside the desk of the officer who arrested you, frowning with confusion as he nears you. Kirk nces at Oliver over a bench beside a vast window overlooking the street. "You''re bothing with me" "What?" The man who apanied him, sighs and moves towards you, directing you to turn around so he can unhand cuff you. "This is the chief of police, Ron. Him and I went to high school together, lucky for you two" Ron removes the cuffs from you, and steps back. You sigh with relief, bringing your arms forward to rub at your aching wrists. You frown when you notice red, chaffed skin from the metal, before you clear your throat. "What?" "Your father exined everything. I''m letting you off with a warning" Ron nces at Oliver, and quirks a brow. "Its your lucky day" It feels pretty un-fucking lucky for the most part. "Thanks again, Ron. I really appreciate it" Ron shakes his head as he nears Oliver. "Don''t worry about it, Kirk. Think of it as payback for Lauren Greer" Your confusion is evident when they both chuckle about some inside joke. Oliver''s gaze darkens warily. "So, you''re just letting me go? No charges or anything?" "No charges. I know Rick Donald. He''s a scumbag. Always has been an abusive SOB. And your mother attested it was self defence" You cover your mouth, smothering your gasp of surprise on your lips at the mention if his moming to his aid. Oliver''s furrowed brows rx as his eyes widen slightly. "She did what?" "She attested to his abuse. She''s going to testify" Olivers speechless at the news. He shakes his head slightly, eyes blinking rapidly before he clears his throat and stands. He doesn''t make eye contact with you, instead he moves quickly and wordlessly out of the police station. Ron frowns and Kirk shakes his head. "Don''t worry about him. He''s a stubborn one" "Most kids his age are. My sons just as much of a damn handful. I''m sure he''ll have his fair share of trouble with thew soon" "Well, good thing his dad is chief of police" "Yeah, poor dad" Ron chuckles, and offered Kirk his hand to shake. Content held by N?velDrama.Org. "Thanks again" "No problem" You move quickly, seeking out Oliver as you make it out on the steps of the police station, but he''s nowhere to be found. Where the hell did he go? You jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Kirk gives you a small apologetic look. "Just let him go. He walks when he''s upset. Helps get some of he anger out" "Oh" I just hate the thought of him upset. All I want to do is be there for him, but I understand needing space. You follow Kirk to his car, resisting the urge to run and find Oliver and encircle him in your arms. Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Scarletts P.O.V Oliver disappears for most of the night. Its not until you awake on 1am, roused by an emotional dream that you find yourself ascending the stairs quietly. Upon arriving to the main floor, you frown when you hear exaggerated whispersing from the kitchen. Who the hell is up thiste? Oliver? Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. You walk towards the noise, mouth falling ck when you realise its Oliver and your mom in a heated argument. "I don''t care. If you really care about her, you''ll do what''s best" "Who are you to tell me what''s best for her?" Are they talking about me? You move to press yourself against the wall when the floor gives way to your presence with a groan. "Hello? Scarlett? Is that you?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You hold your breath, unsure of what to do when you hear her probing voice again. "All I''m saying is she has a lot going for her. She doesn''t need to be distracted right now. Especially with someone who..." The silence that follows is intense, only derailed when. Oliver spits his next words angrily. "Someone who, what? Finish your sentence." "I think you know what I mean" "Why don''t you say it?" "Oliver..." "Ya know, I really don''t think you''re in any position to say whats best for her" Your chest tightens from the sound of hurt in his voice. His anger, although only prominent in the gritted hushed tone of his voice, is domineering. "Watch it, Oliver..." "Or what? You''ll hand me over to the police. Our daughter can fend for her fucking self. And until she says so, I''m not going anywhere" Oh god. They are fighting over me. He said he''s not going anywhere... Your heart swirls with a flustering warmth that makes you dizzy. Dammit, that makes me happy... I''m in way too deep with him. You sigh soft enough so no one will hear and pinch the bridge of your nose as you address that reality. Doesn''t matter, though. Because I don''t want it to change. "I''m warning you..." "Don''t. Its pointless. I''m in love with your daughter. Whether you cane to terms with it or not" He finally said. Fully said. In love with me. Despite the fact you feel like a giddy, love sick fool, you cant hold back the wide smile that forms on your lips as you let his words sink in and fill you with excited passion. The sound of his footsteps startle you into action and you find yourself scurrying as quickly a you can be back towards your bedroom. You''re fast enough to avoid getting caught. When you finally reach your bedroom, you slip inside and press yourself against the door, panting breathlessly as his footsteps near. I cant believe my mom was bombarding him about me. She has always managed o screw everything up. Thank god Oliver is too stubborn to let her ruin this. As his footsteps draw closer you expect them to disappear into his room, but you''re unnerved in the best way when they stop in front of your door and you hear him sigh. "Would you like toe out now, Scar?" Well shit... he caught me You turn around, opening your door, and masking the guilty expression on your face as you step out of your room to face him. As usual, he looks absolutely irresistible. You note the tension in his shoulders and jaw as his eyes roam your face. "You were reckless today" I did what I thought I had to do. "So?" He quirks a brow, and steps forward, lifting hisrge hand towards your face to stroke your jaw. Your eyes flutter closed briefly when his fingers glide along your skin in a feathery embrace. "You could''ve gotten hurt. Or prosecuted" "Same for you" "That doesn''t matter" Your eyes flutter open at his words and you frown, reaching up to grasp his had and pull it away from your face. "Doesn''t matter? You get arrested charged for hurting the douchebag who beat on you and your mom? But I cant stick up for you?" He shakes his head, and yanks his arm to pull you into his firm body. "No. Not if you put yourself in danger. Not happening" "Too bad I make my own decisions" A soft chuckle leaves his lips, and he uses his other hand to cup your chin. Your eyes widen when you realise there''s a small bandage over it He got that cleaned and fixed up. Good. "I''m reckless. So are you" Perfect. "Sound like a good fucking match" You open your mouth to retort a snider remark when your interrupted by a feverish kiss. He moulds himself against you, his monstrous erection pressed against your hip as he cups the sides of your face. I cant get enough of him. "Mm, Oliver" You moan his name against his lips and the guttural groan that tears from his lips makes you clench the walls of your wet core. The urge to stroke yourself makes you slip your hand in between your bodies. "Fuck, Scarlett. What''s gotten into you?" Soon, you, hopefully. You hike up your dress, sying your hand over your puffy mound as you begin to stroke your soaked folds. "Your mother is..." "Fuck my mother. I want you. Now. I need you." Your tone is frantic, possessive in a way that ignites the ravenous desire within him. He answers you with a passionate growl, as he twists to pull you into your room and closes the door. Oh god. He''s so.. overwhelming You enjoy the taste of him as your tongues dance together in an erotic fight for dominance over one another. As your near your bed, with courage that is amassed out of nowhere, you shove him backwards until he falls back onto the bed. I want him to watch me. "You say I''m frustrating..." Your words are faint, breathless, yet you continue speaking as you drop your dress from your body, and step out of it, climbing above him on the bed. "Say I''m fucking reckless..." You reach for his pants, undoing the button and zipper before you moan softly when his thick, throbbing rod is released from the denim. You both synchronously groan when you rub him against your slick wet, slit. "But you''re the one who''s driving me fucking crazy. Now its my turn" You press him against the entrench of your taut hole, and marvel in the way his jaw ckens and he tosses his head back when you m yourself down his rigid length. He stretches and fills you endlessly. You cry out at the invasion and how your body is swarmed with pleasure when you begin to ride him senselessly. "So fucking good" His hands cinch your waist a you flick your hips back and fourth, grinding yourself against him until you''re one. "Too fucking good. Too fast. You''re gonna make me cum" Oh fuck yes... You bounce your hips wildly at his omission, tightening your walls around him greedily as you feel the hot assault of your orgasm forming deep in the pit of your stomach. "Fuck. Slow down" Your muscles flex, tension building as he digs his fingers in your hip, warning you to slow down. But you don''t. You cant. Not when you''re determined to shatter his reality with pleasure only he can bring. You''re too busy chasing the high that is Oliver. "Fuck, Scarlett... I don''t think I can hold on" You make eye contact with him, your hair flying wildly about as you utter your next words. "Didn''t. Cum for me, Oliver" "Oh shit!" You feel his length swell inside of you, and miraculously, as you feel the warm flood of his orgasm, your muscles clench and you''re obliterated into ecstasy, your orgasm a powerful entity that blinds you and makes you copse atop him. When youe down from your orgasm, he''s stroking your back, and your head is resting in the crook of his neck. "I want to bring you somewhere tomorrow" "Where?" "A date" "A date?" He angles his head away from you to shoot you a look before he shakes his head and chuckles. "Why do you sound so surprised?" He just doesn''t seem like the kind for soft romance. More angry, violent romance. The kind that consumes you fiercely but you continue to chase it. "Where are you taking me on this date?" "Well, I figured we could go hiking like we nned" God... hiking? As a date? "Uh, are you sure that''s a good idea?" You trace the outlines of his muscr pecs with your finger, smiling when he chuckles and motion vibrates his chest. "I don''t know if you want to see me all sweaty and tired from hiking" He tightens his grip around your waist and takes a deep breath as he ces his face against your hair "What the hell is the difference between you sweaty and tired now and you sweaty and tired while hiking?" "For one, I''m satisfied now. Hiking I''d be agitated. And who knows what the hell I''ll say or do." "Mm, aggressive Scarlett. Sounds fucking hot" You roll your eyes and sit up, dragging a hand through your hair. "I''m sure I could make it worth your while" You twist your neck to peer down at him with an expectant expression. His boyish grin makes your stomach flutter as he slowly trails his hand along your thigh. He sits up, moving behind you as he wraps an arm around your breasts to hold you firmly against him as he cups your sensitive, wet folds. "How do you n on doing that?" You watch his hand, mesmerised by the way he teasingly grazes the area just above your slit. You wiggle your hips slightly, and he shakes his head while clicking his tongue. "Well if I promise to fuck you senseless, would that make the trip more worthwhile?" Hm... now I''m interested. "Very tempting" You reach for his hand, and guide his fingers to your moist slit, gasping when the friction sets your core aze as pleasure stirs alive again. "Keep talking" He groans softly, and begins rubbing circles along your folds. "I could bend you over, and pound that delicious, thighs fucking hole between your thighs" "Almost convinced..." You eyes flutter closed as you feel another orgasm budding dangerously. "Maybe I''ll taste this..." He cups your puffy, met mound and a soft moan leaves his lips that makes you clench around the finger he insists inside of you. "Fuck you with my tongue and lick you clean when you cum all over it" You open your mouth to reply, but all thates out is a strangled cry of passion as your orgasm barrels through you swiftly, causing you to arch your back and press your hips down against hips hand. Your insides tighten around his finger like a vide, and your limbs shake. "Now..." He withdraws his finger from you when you stop shaking, and grins at you when you finally peer at him beneath hooded lids, exhaustion settling over you. "Will you go on a date with me?" "Hell yeah" Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Scarletts P.O.V This is ridiculous. Why am I nervous? You''ve had sex with Oliver, and yet, you''re so unnerved by the notion of going on a date with him, your This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. hands are shaking as you finish your makeup. You straighten your t-shirt, and peer at the shorts you''re wearing and deem yourself eptable for hiking, before you slip out into the hallway, and gasp when you find him leaning casually against the wall beside the stairs. Fuck, he looks hot. He wasn''t joking when he said he''d make this fun... He whistles when he sees you, pushing away from the wall, with his hands shoved in his pockets before he takes a few calcted steps towards you. His hair is disheveled in that sexy boyish way that makes your insides clench. The t-shirt he wears clings wonderfully to each muscle for your greedy gaze to drink in. "Keep staring at me like that and we aren''t going to make it to the mountain" He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to him, taking a deep, exaggerated breath before he leans forward to graze your lips softly with his. "Mm, just as tempting" Oliver chuckles before he presses his lips against yours, and just as you begin to passionately kiss him back, he pulls away, clearing his throat before he gestures towards the stairs with a nod of his head. "Distracting... we''ve gotta get going. Because despite how fucking rock hard my dick is, I want to do this somewhat properly" "When were you one to be ''proper''?" You raise a challenging brow at him as he lingers at the bottom of the stairs. He grins at your quip, and bites his lip while shrugging. "God, you''re making it fucking hard to when you act like this" "Like what?" You move dauntingly towards him, a sultry smile on your lips as you dart your tongue out against your plump bottom lip. When you get to him, you press your hands against his chest, flutter your eyes closed, and let a slow, soft moan rumble in your throat. "Like I''m seconds away from getting on my knees and sucking you into oblivion?" He groans softly as you move your mouth against his ear, grazing his jaw just below with your tongue "Fucking distracting" "Doesn''t seem like you want to stop me" He grabs a hold of your arms, and presses you hard against his body, before he gently pushes you back and shakes his head. "If I give in to my promise too soon, you won''t go hiking with me" He grins sciously, before he spins on his heels and begins walking up the stairs. Damn tease. He''s not wrong though. Halfway up the steps he calls over his shoulder. "Come on, Scarlett. Indulge me a little" You cant resist his allure. Your reluctance to hike is shadowed by your eagerness for Oliver to show you exactly what he teased you with, so you scurry after him. Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Scarletts P.O.V You''re surprised to find the scenery vibrant and uplifting. The hike up the small mountain is faster than anticipated, especially considering Oliver has distracted you with intimate caresses, and filthy promised words. He''s something else Your mouth is a thin line when you near an area that overlooks miles of trees below, a few pic tables scattered about. "What is this?" Oliver twists to look back at you as you follow him to a pic table, and waves you along. "Always one with the questions. I''m hungry" The way he grins, and moves his tongue teasingly over his perfect smile, you shiver knowing he''s hoping you''ll be the snack he gets to devour. "Hm, well maybe we can do something about that" He chuckles softly, tuning his attention back too the pic table as you both near it, wind moving through his hair, dishevelling the soft brown locks. You pull off your backpack and set it beside you. You flex your fingers, wanting to feel the softness around your fingers but unsure exactly how much affection he can handle. "Sit. You''ve gotta eat" "Oh, I have to now, huh?" "Mhm. You''re going to need all the energy you can get" "You''re bossy, you know that?" He winks at you, and your grin like a bubbly idiot, and sit on the bench as he begins to empty the contenders of his backpack, pulling out a bunch of pic food. Your stomach rumbles, churning with hunger which appears out of nowhere. "If I''m going to fuck you senseless on our way down, I need you to be energised" This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. Oh my... "Energised it is then" You reach for the sandwich that''s bagged up, and pull it out before examining it. "I packed three different kinds. I realised I wasn''t sure exactly what you like" "Turkeys fine" He nods, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth before his eyes shift to the beautiful view thatys just behind him. "The views great" You give him a quick ''mhm'' in response, but he''s unaware you''re staring at him. You''re engrossed in how rxed he seems right now. How he sits, head angled towards the sun which looms above an endless bound of trees and wildlife. So much worry can typically be seen carried in his stature, but at that moment, he doesn''t appear uptight or tense. He appears carefree. Purely happy. I wish I could see more of this. I hope I get to. He catches you staring at him. Despite the way he shakes his head and blinks a few times, you cant deny the blush that rises to his cheeks the way you marvel, making him embarrassed. He''s adorable when he''s embarrassed "See something you like?" He raises his brows, a knowing smirk on his lips. You match his smirk, tapping your chin to feign contemtion, before you lean towards him and ce a teasing kiss on his lips. "You''re not the only ones who''s hungry" He widens his eyes, snickering with shocked amusement as you bat innocentshes at him. "Hungry, Scar? We might have to do something about that" Yes please. You begin to get excited, ready to skip lunchpletely to be devoured by him, but he shakes his head and clucks his tongue at you. "Eat first. I wont have you passing out on me" You pout, crossing your arms over your chest as he pushes a small bag of chips your way. You stick out your tongue before you pop the bag open and manage to inhale a chip. "S-satisfied?" He rolls is eyes, a usual, and shakes his head. "Scarlett... just do as you''re told and I promise you, you wont regret it." You shiver by his insinuation, knowing there''s so much truth behind his words. You peer longingly at him before you tear your gaze away to calm yourself and begin eating thoughtfully. "This was well thought out" "Ive been envisioning it for a while" He has? As if he can read your mind, he nods, swiping his hair out of his eyes. "The day I asked you to hike was the day I had this nned" "Something as romantic as this?" His smirk is evident by the amusement in his voice, and you nce at him to confirm the teasing tilt to his lips as he shakes his head. "Well, what I had in mind wasn''t exactly romantic. More self-serving" You gasp and swat at him, giggling when he chuckles and grabs your wrist yfully, bringing your hand to his mouth where he ces a kiss along your knuckles. You''re breathless from the gentle caress. He''s being so vulnerable with me right now. I absolutely love it. He squeezes your hand gently before he releases it and you stifle your pout by biting your lip and looking away from him. "I wanted to fuck you senseless here. Hell, I wanted to fuck you senseless everywhere. And still do of course" He sighs, and takes a swig of his water bottle, his cheeks puffing outwards with the liquid before he swallows. "This summer is moving fast" He nces at you sideways. "When are you supposed to leave for college?" His tone is guarded, so you cant make out any emotions behind his words, but you shrug. You haven''t fully addressed the issuestely. Especially after everything that''s happened between you two. It just hasn''t been on my mind Silently, you chew your food, before you decide to answer him. "Ive been pretty upied. He smiles, knowing damn well he''s the ''distraction''. "Honestly, I''m not really sure if I want to go anymore" Its been hard to fully admit, but the thought of being away from him for so long physically hurts. He frowns. "Since when?" Since you. You rubs the back of your neck after setting down your sandwich, warily approaching the subject. "I don''t know. Recently, I guess" "Scarlett... you have to go to college" The anger in his voice is firm and grating. He clenches his jaw, eyes swirling with a sternness you''ve "It''s important" "Well, I''m not sure I want to do it right now" "Why? Because of me?" He presses a frustrated finger to hi chest and scoffs while shaking hiss head. "I don''t know what I want! Okay? Lately, I''ve been feeling differently about things" "I don''t care. You''re not skipping out on college because of me... because of this" He gestures wildly between you two, and you roll your eyes. "Who the hell are you to tell me what I need to do with my life?" Hurt presses over his face but its gone quicker than it appeared. He presses his palms against the table, his nostrils ring with agitation. "Who am I? Oh, just some guy who actually gives a shit about you. I don''t want to see you throw away your dreams of college" "It doesn''t matter what you want!" "It doesn''t matter what I want, huh? Fine, just piss away your future, Scarlett" Seriously, what an ass. Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Scarlett''s POV You rise from your seat, shaking your head, unwilling to listen to anymore of his bullshit. Swiping your bag from the ground, you twist on your heel, stomping off in the direction you came, not caring if you get lost as its far enough away from him. "If I want to ''piss away'' my future, then I''ll do it! Its MY future. Not yours. Or anyone else''s. But mine. So fuck you" You pray he doesn''t follow you. Not when your anger is so protect and fierce, but Oliver''s never been one to shy in the face of conflict. He follows you, and its not until you''re back in the brush of tress, navigating your way poorly down the mountain that he grabs your arm and spins you around to face him. "Let me go!" You rip your grasp from him, ring at his mouth which is a firm line at the moment "Don''t fucking touch me." He shakes his head in disbelief, and scowls. "You''re being fucking stupid" Your mouth falls open at his brazen remark. "Stupid? Says the one who dropped out of college" "This isn''t about me! Its about you" You whip around to storm away but he catches your arm again and pulls you into his chest. You press your hands against his shoulders and push yourself back, stumbling on a root, but quickly catching yourself. "You''re not going to ruin your future, like I have" "And who says you''ve ruined it, huh? You can still go back. Don''t criticise me about my choices when you''re making the same dumb ones! "Ive been though shit, Scarlett!" You flinch as his venomous words are spewed at you. "Much more than you can fucking imagine! I haven''t had a cushy life!" You furrow your brows, hurt lining your frown as you snicker mirthlessly He really thinks I''ve had a fucking cushy life? "Cushy life? I''ll tell you about my fucking cushy life, Oliver. How my mother couldn''t keep a fucking job. Or a fucking man, and we bounced from house to house, couch to fucking couch. How wonderfully fucking stable my life was? Not knowing if I was going to eat dinner that night, or go another night hungry until she could manipte another person into providing for us briefly?" You widen your arms dramatically and scoff. "Yes, I''ve had such a great fucking childhood" He flinches form your words, oblivious to the pain you''ve harboured your entire life. Pain just as real and fucking intense as what he''s gone through. You blink rapidly, hoping to dispel the tears thee unwanted in your eyes. I don''t want to cry about this in front of him. You swallow, aware of how dry your tongue is now. "Don''t make my problems out to be less detrimental than yours. We''ve both been through shit!" His kisses out of nowhere. His hands are rough on your hips, feeling, squeezing, tugging you into him where you fit perfectly every fucking time. He''s so frustrating That doesn''t stop you from Letting him im you with his mouth, taste your tongue, only with his caresses. You moan, your lips vibrating against his, and the sounds enacts a growl from his throat as he presses his thick erection against your belly. His arousal is demanding: exciting. So fucking stubborn. "Scarlett, fuck" You love the way he groans your name. Its a desperate plea. Like he''s dying for another hit of what you can give him. It makes your insides stir animatedly, as you spread your thighs, aware your shorts are annoyingly in the way ofnguid strokes of his fingers. "You''re so strong headed" "Mmm, you too" He hisses and pulls your neck to his mouth where he trails hot kisses down to the base of your neck. He roughly cups your chin, honing your gaze on him as he stares intensely into your eyes. "I don''t ever want you to have to choose. Between me and your future" He steps back to pull off his bag, dropping it to the ground, and you mimic him. "Just shut up and kiss me" You can tell he wants to say more: wants to shout argue until you''ve changed your mind about how much you love him, but nothing well. Nothing good. You''re in too deep, and you don''t want to resurface. "Fuck..." His resolved sigh, turns into frantic kisses along your mouth as his hands fumble with the button and zipper to your shorts. They pull them free, the denim sliding down your thighs leaving you bare. "No panties?" You shake your head as he pulls back to get an eye full. Noticing you''re both directly on the trail, he grabs your hips, guiding you away from the path so you''re shielded by a cluster of trees. "You''re fucking killing me" "Do something about it" He presses your back up against a tree, and lowers himself between your thighs. Oh shit, oh shit! "I remember telling you I was hungry" He smacks your thighs, letting out a soft groan when you spread them instinctively and there''s nothing obscuring his ever gaze from greedily eyeing your glistening slit. Instead of filthy words, his passionate groan makes your thighs shake before he doesn''t waste time covering your wet centre with his mouth. Oh god. He takes whatever he wants. Your hands shoot to his head, tangling in your hair as he skilfullyps up your slit, drinking in the wetness of your arousal like its sweet nectar he cant get enough of. I''ll give it all to him. Anything he wants. Oh fuck... that feels so good. He flicks his tongue a few times, and pulls back recing is tongue with his thumb to gently stroke your swollen clit. "Oh fuck. So fucking sexy" He runs his other thumb teasingly up your slit, before circling your entrance with it. "Oh Oliver! If you keep doing that I''m gonna cum" "Oh fuck yes. Cum all over my fingers" He inserts his thumb, stroking and stretching your walls as his other thumb continuously rubs against your swollen bud, causing you to arch your back. I cant get enough of him. Wont ever. Your feelings blossom painfully. Your love a vast looming entity that rms you. I''ve never felt so strongly about someone. He pulls his hand away to taste you once again, while he pumps his thumb in and out of you, until you''re mewing and thrashing against the tree. "Be a good girl, and cum for me" You cry out, ass shaking and jerking when your orgasm barrels through you swiftly. Your fingers dig into his head, pressing his mouth hard against your sensitive folds as he continues to clean up the juice of your arousal. "Fuck you taste amazing" He rises, you gasp when he removes his finger but just as its gone, its reced by the warm, throbbing rod he palms and guides to your twitching hold. When he rubs the head against you, you both cry out simultaneously, moaning at the velvety pleasure of the friction. "So fucking infuriating" "Mmm" "You drive me wild" "You do the same to me" This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. He rubs it against your clit and you wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself as you shake horribly. "I fucking... oh fuck, I love you. I want the best" He thrusts upward, his length buried deep inside of you as you cry out, your mouth agape. "So tight. Oh fuck. Ive never felt anything better than this" He thrusts again, his rid pounding its way into you furiously. "Fuck you''re clenching on me" "Oh yes" You press your hips downward, meeting each thrust with equal favour. Your hips are frantic, walls swallowing every inch of his stiff erection, refusing to let him go with a grip just as strong. Can''t think straight. He feels too good. His touch is enough to make you forget. He yanks your hips repeatedly into him, cursing and calling your name until the forest is filled with your moans, and the hoarse whisper of your name on his lips. "I''m gonna cum" He presses his face against your neck, his smell overwhelmed you with its perfect scent, and when he ms his length into you once more, you shatter around himpletely. You cry out, eyes tightly shut, mouth ck as your orgasm blinds you with ecstasy. "Oliver!" When his name leaves your lips, he''s calling out to you, his length swelling wonderfully inside of your walls until you''re flooded with his sweet release. Amid his heavy, erratic breathing, he presses his forehead against yours, eyes searching yours. "I love you, Scarlett" Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Scarletts P.O.V The ride home is filled with silence, but your hand retsfortably in his. Unsaid words don''t loom as awfully as you thought they would. That was something... he always surprises me. Upon pulling onto your street, you nce at him, a small smile forming on your lips. "You''ve surprised me again" His fingers flex against the wheel, and he casts you a side nce as you squeeze the hand that''s not on the wheel. "I''m d you enjoyed yourself" He stops in front of the house, parking his car, before he releases your hand and turns off the ignition. Sighing, he rubs the back of his neck. You note the tension in his shoulders, but you''re not surprised. It was an emotional afternoon. "Something on your mind?" He sakes his head, before he pushed open his divers door, and you follow suit, hoping out of the car. You frown, aware he''s walking in front of you up to the up to the door, where he stops and grabs the mail, before handing you something with your name on it. "Hm... whats-" It dawns of you that its the decision for the early internship opportunity at Skidmore. You stop, aware he''s halted with confused eyes on you as you peel open the envelope and pull the letter out. As your eyes begin to scan the contents of it, you swallow. "What is it?" "I uh, I got epted to the early internship program at Skidmore" "Oh... Wow... Congrats" You don''t feel the overwhelming excitement you assumed you would. Instead, you''re rmed. You frown down at it, before ncing back up at him. "It would mean I''d have to leave in two weeks" His face falls, and he ces a hand on his hip while he rubs his chin with the other. "Really?" You nod, choked up by that truth. I''d have to leave him even earlier than I wanted too. I really don''t think its a good idea. "I mean, there will be other opportunities..." "No" He shakes his head. "You''ve wanted this. Don''t turn it down on my ount. You should be happy that you got in" "So why don''t I feel happy?" He tilts his head, firming his lips as a knowing expression forms on his face. He''s the reason. But he''s the only reason I need. "Oliver-" He shakes his head, holding up his hand to cut you off. "Let''s not get into it now" He reaches for you, pulling you against him where the letter is crushed between the both of you, before you feel him ce a gentle kiss against your head. "I''m proud of you, ya know?" You chuckle but there''s no humour in the sound. "Thanks" He releases you, gesturing towards the door with a nod of his head. "Let''s go in" You reach for the handle, pulling open the door and stepping into the house with Oliver beside you, when a chorus of ''congrats'' fill the room and you''re surprised. A bunch of your friends, and some family members litter the room with excited expression on their faces. Your mother moves towards you, wrapping he arms around you as Oliver steps away from you. "Congrats honey. We''re all so proud of you" "Thanks" I cant believe they surprised me. You move your attention to Oliver and mouth ''you?'' He grins and nods. "Were you all in on this?" "Yep. We wanted you to be pleasantly surprised honey" You wave and greet everyone with a quick ''hi'' to the group before your mother reaches for the letter in your hands. "What''s this?" "Oh, its nothing" She pulls it from your grasp before you have a chance to tuck it away in your pocket, her eyes scanning quickly over the words before they widen, surprised. "You got in! Oh my god, Scar! You got epted into the internship grogram!" Everyone cheers as your mom announces it to the group, before you ster a smile on your lips and grab your moms arm. "Uh, can I speak with you quickly" She frowns, but ultimately nods, directing everyone to the food in the kitchen quickly before you manage to pull her down the hall. "What''s going on, Scarlett?" "Why did you announce this?" You rip the paper from her grasp and wave it angrily. "I thought you''d be excited" Her face falls and she ces her hands on her hips. "Its what you''ve been raving about for the past year" Well, things change. "Well, I don''t think I''m going" Your mothers anger is swift as it twists her expression. Her mouth bes a grim line. "Since when? Since Oliver?" She shakes her head. "Do not let that boy ruin your future. Its just a fling. Do not let that dictate decisions about your future!" "Its not a fling! I''m sorry if you''re not used to a deep connection with a person, god knows you didn''t have one when I was growing up, otherwise I''d know what stability is!" She winces from your hurtful words, and the moment they leave your lips, you regret them, but you''re too heated to take them back. "You''re letting that boy dictate all of your ns, and its going to ruin things for you" "If anyone is going to ruin things for me, Its you a your inability to stay the hell out of my business!" The p is so fast, you feel the sting before you register your mothers hit you. Your hand shoots to your face, cupping the angered skin as she peers at you with utter disappointment. Oh my god... she pped me. She fucking pped me! Your mouth is agape in shock, as you rub the hot skin of your cheek frustratedly. "Enough" Oliver wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you away from your mother before you have time to reactpletely. "Now is not the time to do this" He''s right. Your mother shakes her head, before she storms past you both. You''re left alone with an array of emotions you cant straighten out. You sigh, stuffing the letter into your pocket, before Oliver steps in your way with his arms crossed over his chest. "Scarlett... I think we need to talk" "Talk?" rm bells go off in your head at his tone, and your defence mechanism of pulling away takes over. You shake our head. "There''s nothing to talk about. I-I know what I want" He swallows, his jaw tensing as he nces downward like the next words will be too painful to utter. "Scarlett, listen. I-I cant do this anymore" What is he talking about? "You should go. For that internship" He wants me to go? This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. You''re pained by his omission. You hate how he''s pushing you away, again trying tomand what you do with your life. "You don''t mean that" He nods "Oliver, stop" "No. Trust me when I say you need to go to that internship. I want you to go" "You want me to go?" Your voice cracks, giving way to the sobs that threaten to follow next as tears full your eyes. He nods again, rubbing the back of his neck. You shake your head and reach for him, but he captures your wrists and with a sharp shake of his head, he lets out a shaky breath. "Stop" "You''re being ridiculous. I-I can''t go... Not when things are the way they are with us" "Theres nothing between us!" "I don''t believe you" "Don''t let a few heated fucks destroy your future. Dictate your decisions. No dick or pussy is worth that" His words are like a punch to the gut. You rip your arms from him, pressing your hands against your stomach as you''re filled with nausea. "Is that all I am to you? A quick fuck? Someone you can just manipte with careless ''I love yous''?" He''s lying. Probably trying to fucking hurt me to leave. Pushing me away. "Just a quick fuck?" No "Yes" I know he''s lying. "You''re lying" "I''m not" "Then say it..." You nod, goading him. "Tell me you truly don''t love me, and I''ll go" You expect him to fail the test. Theres no way his stubborn ass would be so willing to give you up, but his answer is without hesitation. "I don''t love you" His expression is impassive as those words leave his lips, and you feel your heart shattering, stomach twisting until you''re breathless. "Fine then. I''ll fucking go" He clenches his teeth, dark eyes roaming your face before he steps back. He disappears down the hall without so much as a nce over his shoulder, and you crumble to the floor, back pressed against the wall, as you hold your head in your hands, unable to contain your headache. Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Scarletts P.O.V The two weeks are a nightmare. A ghost of realities you wish didn''t exist. Oliver disappears. Its like he knows if you confront him he wont be able to contain his yearning and he''ll give in to you. Its what you''ve dreamt of for days as you prepare to leave from your internship and soon your first semester. "Are you sure you don''t want to take the chair in the living room?" You shake your head, palms t against your thighs as you''re on your knees gazing around your packed up room. This is it. I''m really leaving for college. You press the back of your head against your forehead, feeling the mmy warmth of nerve as Oliver settles in your mind again. You bite your lip, listening to the familiar music or bustling you used to hear Your room is nothing but a bed and a bunch of boxes now. He''s really going to leave things like this. You lower your head into your hands, shaking from the violent sobs that threaten to awaken within you again. With a steadying breath, you push your urge to cry back and raise your head again, aware your mother is observing you from your doorway, having returned from carrying another box to the car. "Scarlett..." "Mom, Don''t" You hold up your hand to cut her off. You don''t want to discuss him. You cant. Its too painful. It feels better to ignore it. She walks over towards you, and lowers herself onto her knees, grabbing your shoulders. "It''ll get better. I promise" She rubs your arms reassuringly, but you don''t feelfort. The voice inside of you swallows any warmth that she uses to mend your broken heart. The emptiness cant be remedied. "I-I just want to leave" "Okay. Honey. We''ll go. Kirk and I are going to get you all set up in your dorm that way you can have a rxing weekend before your internship starts" Fucking perfect. "Great, thanks" She doesn''t react to your monotonous tone. She''s used to it. Two week of moping, of staying upte at night with insomnia, waiting for him to return, only to be a zombie in the morning;pletely and utterly emotionless. "I''m gonna miss this room" "It''ll be here when you''re done with your semester" I wont be. I''m noting back during semester break. I''m staying with Bri, but she doesn''t need to know that. Not yet. You nod and rise to your feet, eyes moving to Kirk as he enters the bedroom. "You all set?" You nod, scanning the room one more time, before you nod. "Okay... I just wanted to give you a heads up that Oliver''s home" "What?" Your pulse quickens, hammering against your rib cage as those words circle your impending death. He''s here. What the hell is he doing here? "Why?" Kirk rubs his hands together before he sighs and shoves them into his pockets. He exchanges nces with your mother before he addresses you again. "He''s not alone" If there were ever three words that would shatter your psyche, those are it. They pulsate in your head crescendo to the face warns with uncontainable anger. He''s not alone? "Not alone... as in?" Kirk looks at your mother rmed, before he clears his throat and your mother steps towards you, cing a gentle hand on your shoulder which you shake off. "Answer me" "Honey-" This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. "I''m serious. Kirk?" You smother the desperation in your voice. You slow your words like you''re not too concerned, when deep down inside a war is waging. "Um, he brought a friend with him. She seems nice" She? "A friend, huh?" "Scar, how about we get going? We have a long trip, and we want to get you settled in" You puff out a long breath, hoping it''ll ease the rage inside of you, but it doesn''t. You blink and your vision is dotted red. You shove past them, despite both of their protests and ascend the stirs quickly. You''re practically foaming at the mouth when you get to the first floor and hear him and the woman in the kitchen. He''s gonna sit here and invite someone over here... probably someone he''s fucking, the day I leave? I don''t know what kind of sick fucking game he''s ying but I''ve had enough! When you reach the kitchen, your eyes immediatelynd on the bitch he''s invited over, and your distaste is tant. You scowl, lip curling in disgust when you watch Oliver grinning as he shows the girl something on his phone. When his eyes meet yours, his face falls and he pulls his phone away from her. "Scarlett" He says your name the way he groaned it a few weeks ago while buried inside your desire to be wrapped up in those strong arms, and pounded by him, your anger takes control. "You think this is funny?" You clench your jaw and cross your arms over your chest. "You really thought this was a good fucking idea?" You begin pping your hands slowly, as the tension builds inside of you the longer he stands there silently. The girl he''s brought is visibly ufortable. She shifts in her seat, running her hands down her ponytail. "Oliver?" "Tiffany, don''t worry" Tiffany frowns and stands. "Obviously there''s something going on that I probably shouldn''t be a witness to" "Wait for me downstairs." She nods and scurries off past you, and it takes everything in you not to grab ahold of that stupid fucking ponytail and punch her in the face. I know its not her fault, but fuck them both!!! "You''re fucking ssy. No. Good job. The typical Oliviering into y" "Oh really?" "Yep. Cant handle emotions so you have to stick your dick in something to distract you" He steps forward, malice on his face as you continue. "Tell me more of how much of a scumbag I am, Scarlett" "That doesn''t even fucking begin to cover it! You were the biggest mistake of my damn life! I''m fucking d you ended shit, because I was so clearly stupid enough to fall for all your bullshit, but thank you. Truly. I should truly fucking thank you from relieving me of the prison that is your dull, emotionally drainingpany! You''ve won after all, Oliver. You got me. And now, you''ve lost me. Just like you''ve always wanted clearly" You spin around, foot halting to suck in a breath that feels like ss in your lungs, before you move back towards the hallway. You don''t grit your teeth at the voice that begs him toe after you, you don''t shake away the feeling of loss that chills your bones. Its over. You let the hopeless thoughts guide you towards the truck waiting outside, and pray they''ll be enough to hold on through the semester. When you get into the car, your mom and Kirk stand on thewn, shock and sadness imprinted on their faces having witnessed everything. I just want to fucking leave! You nod to the seat and wait as they both slowly approach the vehicle and hop in. "Lets go" You cant peel your eyes from the window as he unmistakable draws the blinds up, and peers at you from them. Kirk pulls the truck away from the curb, and you manage to tear your gaze away from his. Its truly over. Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Scarletts P.O.V You spend the next six hours in and out of tormented sleep. Every time you close your eyes, Oliver reappears and begs to stay. Begs you the way you hoped he would at any point during thest week, but once you''ve awoken you realise the truth. Your college dorm isn''t as inviting as you once believed it would be. You stare up at the vast building, devoid of excitement. "I''ll help Kirk carry this big one onto the cart, you just bring up that bag." Your mom points to the bag of pillows you''ve secured and nods to you as you saunter back into the dorm building. No ones around moving their things in besides a few others who you assume have early Content held by N?velDrama.Org. internship opportunities or some other cause for moving into their dorm before the actual date. I''m fucking exhausted You head towards the elevator, pressing the button only to have the doors open and som tall guy you''ve never met stumbles backwards into you while chuckling with his friends. "Uh, excuse me..." You side step, ring at him when he spins around and his sandy blond hair falls in his eyes while he casts you a sultry grin. He''s definitely attractive. In a more boyish, guy next door kind of way, but for a moment you feel like a normal freshman. "My bad" You nod, and clutch your stic bag to your side as a couple of his friends look at you as well. "Did I hurt you?" You shake our head, eyes narrowing slightly as he steps towards you, the tempting scent of honey wafting from him. "You new?" "Yeah" "I''m Frankie" He shoves his hands in his pockets and nces at the floor, before biting his lip and smiling as he nces back up at you. "I''m Scarlett. I''m a freshman." "I hope you''re near my dorm" By his teasing grin, you know he''s flirting with you. Not in the explicit way Oliver does, but nheless. Well maybe I should flirt back... I have to stop thinking about Oliver. I need to meet people and new guys. Youugh awkwardly. "Scarlett!" You swallow the lump in your throat, and move slightly to watch your mom waving at you embarrassingly as Kirk begins pushing the cart with your bed frame. Well, this is embarrassing You wave at her before sighing as Frankie narrows his eyes with amusement. He scratches at his chin before smiling at your mom when she stops next to you. "Who''s this?" Always so damn nosey. Just as you open your mouth to introduce him, Frankie introduces himself, holding out his hand. "I''m Frankie" "Frankie" She shakes his outstretched hand, before her interrogating gaze forms and she''s probing him with questions. "What year are you?" "Junior" "What are you studying?" "Computer science "Oh, that''s nice. Very lucrative field" "Yeah..." She nods, and Frankieughs ufortably in the silence that follows. "So... we should head up" "Well, maybe you two should exchange numbers in case she need a guide around campus" "No, no, no" You reach for your moms arm ad shake your head while chuckling as if she hasn''t justpletely embarrassed you. "Don''t listen to her. She oversteps" "Scar, jeez. Its a good idea" She leans over and whispers in your ear quickly. "This ones gonna make good moneyter on in life" "Please stop" You hiss back at her before waving at Frankie as you pull her into the elevator. You''re thankful when the doors close in front of you, and you''re alone. "What the hell mom?" You scowl at her, and watch as she sighs and fixes some of your hair on your shoulder. "I''m sorry, okay? I know you''re having a hard time with the whole ''Oliver issue'' and I thought maybe some carefree time with some of your peers would do you some good" "Yeah well, don''t force me on them. Damn" "Well, its not like you''re gonna do it yourself. I know you''re still heartbroken over Oliver. I know you haven''t been sleeping... and quite frankly, he hasn''t even doing so good either." He hasn''t? "What?" She drags a hand through her hair and shrugs. "Him and Kirk have been fighting a lot over the phone, he''s been short with everyely. I know this is hitting you both, but it was what was best. Oliver is reckless. He dropped out of college, for god knows what reason... and was arrested. As much ''fun'' as you had with him, he wasn''t good for your future" "But that''s just it, mom... it was my future. My choice. Not yours" As the elevator doors open and she steps out onto your floor, you peer regretfully down the hallway. And now I have to live with this decision for the rest of my life... Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Scarletts P.O.V Sleep is just as disrupted in your dorm as it is at home, only instead of waking in sweat with your heart pounding from another emotional tense dream, you awake to the sound of your phone ring obnoxiously. Probably Bri, drunk and babbling. You nce at the phone, eyes widening when you realise its three in the morning and as you suspected, its Bri. "Hello?" You hate how your words are raspy from your dry throat, but she shouldn''t expect anything less considering she''s just bombarded you at 3am. "What dorm building is yours?" "Why?" "Guess who''s here to surprise you?" "Satan. Its 3am." She giggles from the other end. "Nope! Me! Want me toe up? Or should I wait for you out here?" You groan, rubbing at your eyes as you register her words "How the hell did you get here? Its a six hour drive, bitch" "Girl... when I''m determined, I get shit done. I missed you! And I don''t start for another few weeks, so a bitch. Coming to visit you" You roll your eyes andugh. I shouldn''t be surprised You pull the nkets off you, and swing your legs around to press your feet to the ground. "I shouldn''t put it past you. You won''t be able to get in the building. I''ming down to let you in." I swear if I get yelled at for this shit... "Yay!" "I look like shit" "Oh who cares" You groan, dragging your fingers through your hair hoping it doesn''t lookpletely fucked in the event you run back into Frankie. Not that you''re really interested in him, you just figure he''s a better distraction than the depressing misery of Olivers absence. "You haven''t been drinking have you?" You shove your feet in the soft pink slippers you bought and march out into the hallway in your thin, cotton shorts and t-shirt, aware that your nipples are hard from the cool air in the hall. "You do impulsive shit when you drink" "How the hell would I drive here if I was drunk?" "You''d find a way" You scan the hallway, relieved you manage to get into the elevator without bumping into anyone. "Yeah, you''re right" You sigh. "Ive been having a shit time honestly" "I know" She knows me so well, there''s no denying how heartbroken I am, with her. "I miss him. Oliver. He''s literally all I can think about. I met some guy today-" "You met a guy?" you chuckle Why for her to make it soundpletely scandalous "Yes, I met a guy... he practically ran into me" "Cute?" "I guess, but he doesn''t fuckingpare to Oliver" "Really?" "Not even close. It just felt... I don''t know. His name is Frankie" She ''hm''s'' on the other end. "Are you almost out here? I''m a little chilly" "Yeah, yeah, yeah... I''ming" Once the elevator reaches the ground floor, you spot the side entrance that leads directly to the parking lot, frowning when you don''t see her jumping animatedly in front of the door. "Where the hell are you?" "Just hurry, bitch" She barks from the other end. "Quiet, or I''ll let you freeze" You parade over to the door, shoving it open with your key card clutched in the other hand so you can get back in your room, and you frown when you walk out a few feet and spot Oliver like a phantom, standing beside Bri''s car. "Bri..." "He wanted to surprise you. I thought it was a good idea. Really only drove him here because he was drunk fo the first three hours whining about you. He''s sobered up now" Tears are in your eyes immediately upon seeing him. Your arms drop down to your side, the phone dangling loosely in your fingers as he begins walking towards you. His arms are outstretched, and it takes everything in you not to run into them. "I cant do it. Okay? I cant fucking let you go. It doesn''t matter how hard I try" This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. He keys his arms p back down to his sides and shrug. His words make your tears spill relentlessly down our cheeks as he stops a few feet in front of you. He''s here... he''s actually fucking here. I cant believe it. "What are you doing?" "I thought it was what was best for you. Leaving you alone so you could go to college and do everything you dreamed of. But I''m a selfish man" He shakes his head, caring eyes searching your face as he swallows visibly. "I want you. I know I should''ve just let you go. Enjoy college as best you could. I know you''d forget about me eventually. I was okay with that... or I''d convinced myself I was" Enjoy college without him? Its been a fucking nightmare... "What are you saying, Oliver?" His eyes flutter closed, savouring his name in your tongue as he takes a deep breath, as if hearing you say that is the first breath, as if hearing you say that is the first breath of fresh air he''s received in weeks. He presses his hand against his chest and slowly shakes his head as he opens his eyes again. "I''m saying I lied" "You lied?" "I even paraded a woman in your face just to convince you we were over, when I wasn''t even fucking convinced. So yes. I fucking lied. I love you. Its selfish, but I love you" He loves me... of course he does. "So what do you say?" He gives you a small smile, but his eyes are guarded, worried. He''s bearing his soul and expecting to get hurt... pain he''s used to. He''s everything over ever wanted. "I was waiting for you. I love you too..." "I shouldn''t have pushed you away. It was stupid of me." You move quickly, throwing yourself in his arms, tears sliding easily down your cheeks as your throat is raw from joyful tears as he kisses your mouth desperately. "Oh Scarlett. I''m never letting you go again" "Don''t you dare" "I wont" He presses his lips against your head and holds you firmly against his chest, where you melt because its the only ce that truly feels like home to you. "Guess Frankie is shit out of luck" Youugh, resting your head on his shoulder. That''s so something he would say... "I guess he is" Chapter 50: Epilogue Chapter 50: Epilogue Scarletts P.O.V One yearter... "If you want these so bad, you''re gonna have to bribe me" You watch Oliver, amused as he dangles your apartment key in front of your face. As if he''d really keep you from the apparent you''ve both just rented together as you prepare for your semester at Uni. "Bribe you?" You ce your hands on your hips, cocking your head sideways ass you narrow your gaze at his hand as he waves the keys again. "What if I don''t?" Oliver snickers, grinning as he shoves the keys in his pocket and shrugs. "Guess you''ll have to keep living here with your mom and Kirk" Not a fan of that option. You shake your head, taking a few steps towards him with your hand outstretched. "Not doing that. Keys, please" "Ah, ah, ah" With a sharp shake of his head, he bites his lip mischievously and you swoon at the sight. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that outlines his muscles perfectly, he looks utterly delectable. I cant wait to do all those dirty things to him in that apartment... You shiver from the thought, dropping your arm back down at your side. "Bribe. Come on, baby. You''ve gotta earn it" "Yes, because paying half the bills gets you nowhere" "Not with me" He taps his chin thoughtfully "You know I need a bit more persuasion" You grind your teeth, thankful your mother and Kirk are gone or the afternoon while you and Oliver pack, so she doesn''t have to witness the way just his words summon your arousal. "You''re being ridiculous" He arches a challenging brow, crossing his arms over his chest as he steps forward. "Am I? Ridiculous? No" He takes another step towards you, lifting his hand to cup the side of your face and pull your lips close to his, enough to feel the heat along your mouth. ''I''m just a man who knows exactly what he wants" "Okay" Youbat your breathlessness by blinking rapidly and taking a few deep drags of air into your lungs. you yelp excitedly when he uses his other hand to yank your hips into him, revealing the painfully hard bulge in his jeans. "How bad do you want the keys, Scarlett?" You reach for his wrist, encircling your fingers around it as you lean forward until your mouth touches his with a feathery embrace. "Maybe I don''t want them" "You pull away, stepping backwards quickly as you release his wrist. His eyes widen, humoured and shacked by your open defiance as you drag your tongue along your mouth. "Maybe I''m the one that needs convincing from you" You use this moment to teasingly drag your hands downward along your sides, while sighing slowly. You can tell by the way his brows furrow and he brings his fist to his mouth to bite, that he''s ridiculously turned on. "Fuck Scarlett. You want to y games?" "Maybe" You hold your breath as he stalks towards you, attempting to maintain your willpower, but the closer he gets the more you lose your resolve. He reaches forward, cupping your chin to graze his thumb over your plump lip. "Wh-what are you doing?" "Showing you what you''re giving up" He leans forward, and instead of feverishly pressing his mouth against yours, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling, pulling and sucking temptingly until a guttural moan rolls off your tongue. When the kiss ends, and you''re left in a dizzy haze of hormone, he releases your face with a scious grin printed on his mouth. "Now, I''m gonna ask you again. How badly do you want these keys?" "So fucking bad" "That''s what I thought. Now show me" He nods at you, and its like some other erotic part of your brain is awakened. With a deep breath, you reach for the bottom of your shirt, peeling it up from your body, before discarding it on the floor. Fine. I''ll give him a show. You move your hands over to your bra covered cleavage, careful to hook your thumbs in the top of it to give him a quick glimpse of your pink, hardened nipples beneath. He groans, pressing his hand against his chest as you shake your breasts gently. "Hmm... something like this?" You slide your hands to your back where you unhook your bra, before you shimmy the straps down your arms, and the material drops from your body. His eyes immediately widen a fraction upon drinking in your breasts. You make an effort to slightly bounce on your toes, causing them to jiggle deliciously in front of him. "Oh yeah. Just like that" You sway your hips gently, goading him closer as you unbutton your jeans, and drag your zipper down. "Fuck yes" You teasingly drag the zipper back up and he shakes his head. "Off" He almost barks the words at you, his desire a demanding entity that rules his actions. You grin and snicker, raising your brows before you drag the zipper back down, and hook your thumbs in the edge of your jeans. "Have I ever told you you''re bossy?" he cups his chin, gazing intently as you pull your jeans down your legs and he gets a nice eyeful of creamy thigh. "All the time. Like my need for control doesn''t make you wet..." He''s right. It does. "I bet if I felt between those thighs, I''ll be met with all that stickiness" Jesus, he''s so filthy. His eyes move to the scantily d mound of your centre, and you know from his darkened gaze he''s seconds away from tearing them from your body. You step out of your jeans, and run you hand over your panties, moaning passionately as the friction stirs unimaginable pleasure in you. "I love watching you touch yourself" You moan softly, peering at him beneath hooded lids as you cup yourself again. "You look like you want to fuck me" "What gives it away?" You roll your eyes at his joke, and nod to the thick erection he cant mask, in his pants. You finger the waistband of your panties and shift your legs to spread your thighs more for him. Content held by N?velDrama.Org. "Do you want to take over?" "That''s incredibly tempting" I love teasing him. His ravenous expression just makes me... god I want him. "Or... how about you stay right there? No touching" His brows knit together in confusion before he realises exactly what you''re doing. "I cant touch you, huh?" You shake your head. "Nope. I''m the one calling the shots" You slide your panties down, bunching them up in your fist as you sashay towards him,pletely bare. When you stop in front of him he lifts his arms to get a hand full of your breasts, when you pull back slightly and shake your head. "No. You cant touch. Doesn''t matter ho badly you want to tug on these nipples" He groans, flexing his fingers before closing his hand into a fist and putting it back down at his side. You reach for his pocket, tucking the panties in there, careful to graze his monstrous rod from within his pocket before you pull your hand away. "Well fuck. Now I''m starting to regret this... I want to touch you" "Not yet" You shake your head, reaching towards him, you get your lips just close enough to trick him into thinking you''ll sumb and let him devour you. "Not until you''re begging for it, Oliver" "Begging?" He scoffs softly, but you notice the way he twitches in his pants, as if he can feel your tight walls around his shaft already, grinding the velvety insides all around him. You take a few steps back. "You''re fucking killing me" "How badly do you want to be inside me, Ollie?" At the use of his nickname, he narrows his eyes and tenses his jaw. "Scarlett..." His warning tone does nothing to dissuade you. Instead, you arch a challenging brow and step so your legs are wide as you swirl a teasing finger around your taut, wet hole. "Come on, Ollie. This could be you" Just as he opens his mouth to retort, you push your finger inside of yourself and moan loudly at the invasion before you begin to fuck your self. "Awe fuck" With a resolved growl, he moves towards you. "Enough! Its my turn" You remove your finger from inside of yourself, about to let him ravish you when the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat from within the foyer doorway catches your attention. Oliver turns his head, eyes widening when he realises his father has walked in. "Fuck" "What Kirk? Why''d you stop walking?" Horrified, you watch as your mother moves her head around Kirksrge frame to get a view of the living room before she gasps and cries out. "Oh god!" Fuck! I''m naked! You instinctively reach to cover yourself, aware that your arms and hands aren''t enough to shield your parents from an eyeful of your genitals Just kill me now... Christ! Oliver curses under his breath, and angles himself in front of you to obscure his fathers vision, before he scoops you up and hurries out of room to the bathroom. When he sets you down and closes the door, you press your hands to your head and panic. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god!" Oliver smirks "A hell of a goodbye, babe" You swat him, feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment as you wrap your arms around yourself. "They just saw me naked! Please tell me your dad was not there long!" You groan, rapidly shaking your head to dispel the image of Kirk catching you. "I think they just got back" That doesn''t make me feel any better. "I need my clothes" "Rx" "I cant" He cups the sides of your face, levelling your darting gaze with his before he takes a deep breath and "Scarlett, rx. Its fine" You mirror his steady breaths, thankful when your racing heart slows. "My clothes" You croak the words, your throat suddenly dry. He nods slightly before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss against your pouting lips. "I''ll get them. Don''t worry." He gets to face them first. "Good" He disappears quickly, but returns with your clothes even quicker. "Oh god, did they say anything" Oliver shrugs. "They wanted to speak with us once you got dressed" I can only imagine all the shit my mothers gonnae up with. Reluctantly you pull on your clothes, before you hold out your hand. He nces at it quizzically. "Keys. I think I''ve earned them" A small chuckle leaves his lips before he withdraws the keys from his pocket and ces your key into your palm. "You did earn it" He grabs your hips, pulling you to him again before cing his lips against your head. "And we''re not finished. We''ll continue thister" "Yeah, if I haven''t been scarred from this moment" He smacks your ass and you yelp. "That''s the spirit" "You''re an ass" You both emerge from the bathroom warily as you make your way to the kitchen. Kirk and your mother look up when you enter, your mothers face turning beet red as you hover near the doorway. As if this day could get any worse. "I''m gonna cut to the chase. You know better than to strip in the living room" Good ole'' mom, getting straight to the point. "In fairness, I wouldn''t have done that if I knew you were bothing back anytime soon" "Coming back?of course we were. We wouldn''t miss your moving day. I only had to get a few things from the store" What the... You turn your attention to Oliver when clearly stated they weren''ting back for ''hours''. He grins sheepishly at you while rubbing the back of his neck. "Men will say anything to get women naked." "Clearly! You let me strip!" He holds up his hands and shakes his head. "Heat of the moment baby. Ive always been spontaneous" And now his father has had an eye full... "I honestly forgot. I thought they would be gone. It had only been twenty minutes" "And this is why I''m very enthused about you both getting your own ce" "Feelings mutual" "Could you two sit, there''s something we''d like to tell you" Your senses of deja vu ovees you as you recall multiple times having to sit down with your mother when she exined you were both leaving her current boyfriend. You frown, watching as Oliver nods and moves towards the table. He grasps your hand quickly and pulls you along. "What''s going on?" They''re over aren''t they... I was almost convinced she''d changed. That for once she''d have something that wouldst. Your mom sps her hands together, and nods to the seat adjacent to her before she exchanges nces with Kirk. "What''s the problem" You and Oliver sit at the table, concentrated nces settling on them both before your mom takes a breath and finally addresses what she''s said. You don''t expect the words out of her mouth. "Kirk and I are getting married" "Huh?" She''s amused by your surprised. She reaches for Kirks hand, grinning at him before she repeated herself. "Kirk and I are getting married" "Married" Is she joking? "Are you joking?" She narrows. Her eyes, but the smile remains on her lips. "I''m very serious" "You two..." You gesture between them with the hand Oliver''s not holding. "Are getting married?" Oliver squeezes your hand, aware that your panicking a little. "As in, vows, church, ''I do''s''?" You mother scoffs before chuckling. "Yes, Scarlett. A wedding" "When?" "Next June" "Wow" Kirk clears is throat. "Now, I don''t want you kids feeling weird, considering the situation. I know that would mean some legal hurdles" Because we''ll legally be step siblings. You pinch the bridge of your nose. "But you both have nothing to be ashamed of" You swallow the lump in your throat, shifting your gaze to Oliver to gauge his reaction only to realise his expression is guarded. "I love your mother, Scarlett. And I want to be her husband" "I mean... it makes sense. I''m happy for you" She''s finally found someone she loves enough to settle down with. "Oliver? You alright?" Oliver brings his hand to his mouth to bite at his nail as he remains silent. "Oliver? I''m not trying to upset you. We don''t expect you to break up or anything. Its only a matter of legality" "I uh, I''m not upset" Kirk looks taken back "You''re not?" "No" Oliver lowers his hand and shakes his head before sighing. "Just surprised. I''m happy for you" Kirk smiles. "You are?" "Yeah. Congrattions" You watch as your mother gasps and rises from her seat to rush around to side hug Oliver, before she looks at you warily. "Scar?" Regardless, I am happy for her. You release Oliver''s hand and open your arms "Congrats mom" She cries out, throwing her arms around you as she pulls you close. When she finally releases you, she wipes the tears from her cheeks and moves back towards kirk. "I was so worried about telling you. Thank you for being understanding. I know I''ve disappointed you a lot in the past" You''re thrower off by her regret and sincerity. She has managed to disappoint me with the instability growing up, but I''ve forgiven her for that. "Its okay mom. I''m just d you''re happy" She turns to kirk, bouncing anxiously on the tips of her toes. "Honey, I have to show you the wedding magazines I ordered. There a ton of ideas in it!" Kirk chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "God, this is gonna hurt our wallet isn''t it?" "Hey, we''re only doing this once!" you smile, and nce at Oliver as kirk turns his attention to your mom. "So... are you sure you still want to move in with me?" "Depends..." Oh god. He''s weirded out. I knew it! "Will you be giving me a repeat of what just happened in the living room?" You gasp and smack is arm yfully. "You''re an ass! I thought you were seriously concerned..." He leans towards you, mouth teasingly grazing your ear as his warm breath fans your jaw. "The only things I''m concerned about is getting you naked, and fucking you on every surface of our ce" "Sounds good to me." The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!