Chapter 47
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Scarlett’s moaning was better than music to my ears; I couldn’t seem to get enough. Her body was so soft that I couldn’t stop touching her. Her little perky tits were the perfect size for my hands and that arse... I had no words for it. fuck I wanted her all over again, needed her as I needed air to breathe. But I needed to control myself. Scarlett had taken all of me twice already and orgasmed more times than I could count. I had no doubt I had left here feeling sore and swollen.
So after we had cleaned off, I carried her back to bed. Before helping her change into one of my tee’s, but on her petite frame, it was more of a dress. Seeing Scar in my clothes, in my bed, was enough to make my dick hard again. She was so fucking sexy, and Weather she knew it yet or not, she belonged to me now.
We napped till late afternoon; our bodies twined together, scent mixing. It felt right being this close to Scarlett, having her in my arms. I wasn’t sure how I was going to let her go. I wondered if she felt the same way about me. If she would accept me for fucking mess, I was in comparison.
When we finally emerged from my room, we were both starving. Scarlett lounged at the breakfast bar, her body only covered by my tee. I searched through the fridge, considering what to make her. “Do you like a fry up?” I asked, over my shoulder, already gathering the eggs and bacon. When she didn’t reply, I turned to her, my arms filled with food.
“Yeah, sounds good,” She replied, texting furiously. I rolled my eyes at her, wondering who it was. Probably Adam or Storm. Thanks to Alisa, Adam hadn’t been home last night, so he would have been none the wiser of what I had done to his little sister. Shit, Adam was going to kill me. fuck it; it had been worth it.
I start frying off the breakfast while also making us both a large cup of coffee and juice. The doorbell rang. I frowned, looking back at Scarlett; who the fuck was that? I was busy cooking the breakfast, having two frying pans on the go and a saucepan of beans.
“I’ll get it”, Scarlett sighs, placing her phone on the counter before begrudgingly strolling to the door. I resume cooking. Flipping the bacon, sausages, String the beans. After several moments Scarlett still hadn’t returned. I hadn’t heard any voices or any other sound over the sizzling bacon and extractor fan.
“Babe?” I call out, peering toward the door. Nothing.
I sigh. Scar better not be playing a joke on me. I was too hungry to have a scene of hummer right now. I turn off the heat, moving the pans to the side, so they stop cooking. Before starting to the door, my chest still bare. Scarlett stood with her back to me, the door wide open. I frowned, moving toward her to get a better look at whoever she was talking to.
“Scar?” I call out again, making her jump. That was when I saw her. Cheryl fucking Preston. My jaw dropped. What the hell was she doing here? I turned to Scarlett, but tears were streaming down her face, and her hand was over her mouth. I try to go to her, but she shrinks back from me—hurt flickering in her eyes.
It was worse than being stuck in the face. I turn to Cheryl. “What did you do!” I demand, my blood boiling with anger. Cheryl fluttered her fake eyelashes at me, pretending to be fucking innocent. But I knew better; I wanted to rip her fucking throat out. “What the hell did you do?” I repeat, striding toward her.
“Me? I didn’t do anything,” she replied, overly sweetly tilting her head to the side like she was confused. Fucking snake was more like it.
“Bullshit Cheryl,” I hiss, calling her out. “What did you say to her?”
“I told her the truth. I thought she already knew,” Cheryl admitted, looking down at her shoes, faking regret. Like the fake bitch she was. My temper snaps, and suddenly my hands are on her shoulder, shaking her.
“Tell me!”
“Loki, you’re hurting me!” She whines, trying to pull out of my grip.
“Answer the goddam question,” I demand, glaring at her. My eyes were raver sharp and filled with so much hate it made her flinch.
“That we slept together!” Cheryl declares, “After I visited Storm on Thursday night,” Well shit. I had wanted to tell Scarlett everything. I had intended to, but I felt so guilty about it and never felt it was the right time. I couldn’t stand Scarlett having me, so I never said anything, and now it was too late.
“You jealous whore!” I growl before slamming the door in her face. I turned around to explain myself to Scarlett, but she was no longer in the hallway. Shit.
I run up the stairs to my bedroom. Scarlett had already changed back into her clothes from yesterday and was gathering up her things. Her back was to me, but I didn’t need to see her face to know she was crying. I hated myself for hurting her. I wanted to reach for her, to pull her into my arms. But reframed from doing so, she probably didn’t want me to touch her right now, and honestly, I didn’t blame her. I was such a Manwhore. “Please stop?” I plead, my voice coming out more desperate than I had ever heard it before. Scar stilled, her back tensing but refusing to look at me. “Please let me explain?” I try again.
“You have nothing to explain to me. I’m not your girlfriend,” She replied, her voice surprisingly calm—her words making my chest hurt. I swallow, taking the hit.
“Cheryl is a whore Scarlett, it meant nothing,” I claim. But still, she resumed gathering her things before finally turning toward me. Her face was tear-stained, but it was disgust and anger in her eyes now.
“What does that make me?” She questioned, stepping closer to me, her voice deadly.
“You’re not like her. I-” I counter, but she holds up her hand cutting me off.
“We were both stupid enough to sleep with you; perhaps that makes me a whore too?” She shot back. I deserved that.
“I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry, Scarlett. I wanted to tell you-” I try again.
“But you didn’t tell me, Loki. You could have many, many times, but you didn’t,” Scar points out, her hands on her hips.
“I was a coward, please I didn’t want to lose you,” I admit, my eyes pleading. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to kiss the pain away and show her how much I loved her. Because I did love her. despite myself, I remained still, granting her the space she needed.
“I walked past her, you know... I didn’t think anything of it at the time. The next thing I knew, Storm was being taken to hospital... because of what she did. You slept with the enemy!” She laughs bitterly, shaking her head as if it was all some cruel joke to her.
“I was drunk out of my head! I thought she was you!” I defend, realising too late what I had said. But, shit, Cheryl was nothing like Scarlett. She was faker than well Barbie. While Scarlett was everything. I needed a bigger fucking shovel. The hole I was digging was getting deeper by the second.
Hurt flashed in Scarlett’s beautiful green eyes, but as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. Red hot rage burning in its place.
“I don’t want to hear this. We are done, Loki,” She declares, shoving past me. Pain and guilt tore through me as I let her walk away. My heart was aching in my chest.
