Twenty-Five
SCARLETT
I rush out of the car as soon as Agent Servite pulls up to the Dahlia House. I can’t stand to be near him a minute longer. After his confession and threat, the rest of our ride was thankfully silent; but he sickens me, everything about him. I thought I hated my mother, but the way I feel toward Agent Servite…That is true hate.
“Don’t forget, Miss Steele, the next time I call upon you, do not fail me,” he shouts as he drives off into the darkness.
Running full speed inside the house, I head up to the quarter not once looking back. Once inside, I rush to the bathroom, slip out of my dress and jump straight into the shower, turning on the hot water and letting it burn away the events of the night.
I can’t believe I slept with Ace. I actually did it. I cheated on Drake. Sure, we had agreed to take a break, but that’s just me taking the easy way out. I still betrayed him. Regardless of what our relationship status was, it’s one thing to have kissed Ace on more than one occasion, but this, sleeping with him, how can I ever look at Drake again? How can I bear to look at myself?
My phone buzzes inside my purse on the floor and I reach for it seeing fifteen missed calls in the last 30 minutes. Suddenly it dawns on me.
I told no one I was leaving. Jade must be going crazy looking for me, and Drake and Stella. I told her I was going to the bathroom and never came back. I unlock my phone and see ten missed calls from Jade, Drake and Stella, and five from Ace. I ignore the messages from Ace, but quickly call Jade to let her know I’m okay.
“Scarlett, fuck, finally!” she shouts, her voice muffled by loud voices around her. “Where the fuck are you, and why haven’t you answered any of our calls?”
“Jade, I’m sorry, I just, I had to leave. I’m back at the house now. I ran into Agent Servite when I left to look for the bathroom, and I realized I didn’t want to be at that stupid party with him there. I can’t be around him. I convinced one of the limo drivers to drive me back. I’m sorry, I just needed to get away from Servite and Ace and everyone at the party. I should have called you.” I feel horrible once again lying to my sister, but it’s for her own safety.
“Did that fucker hurt you, Scarlett? I swear if he so much as laid a finger on you.” At the mention of someone hurting me I hear Drake groan a string of curses in the background.
“No, no, Jade, it was just an awful conversation. I’ll talk to you when you get back but just, please don’t say anything. Just tell them I felt sick, please. I’ll explain later.”
“Okay, sis, don’t worry. I just need to go get Drake. He took off looking for Ace cause he swears he did something to you, hell I thought so too. I mean the fucker has already kidnapped you once.” No, no. Drake can’t do anything. He already has a strike against him for punching Ace. Another infraction like that against the Headmaster’s son and I’m sure they’ll kick him out.
“Please, Jade, don’t let Drake do anything stupid. Don’t let him get in trouble. He can get kicked out. ”
“I know, Scar, I’ll take care of him, besides, looks like Ace is gone anyway. I’ll see you in a bit, sis, and then we need to talk.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up the phone and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around my body. As I step out into the hall, I hear a loud banging against the door of the quarter. My heart races, imagining it is Agent Servite who has changed his mind. I try to ignore it but as I walk over to the door, the knocking only gets louder.
“Who is it?” I shout, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the counter, ready to hit him over the head with it.
“Open the fucking door, Red, before I break this shit down.”
I let out a deep breath, realizing it's Ace and not his uncle, which honestly isn’t any better. “Go away, Ace, I don’t want to see or talk to you.”
“Too damn bad. We need to talk, Red. Open the goddamn door or so help me, I’ll stay here all night and cause a scene when your posse arrives.”
I curse to myself as I reach to unlock the door. As the door clicks, it’s swung open with Ace and Bass appearing on the other side. Ace’s eyes widen at the sight of me and I cringe realizing what I must look like. I’m standing here only in a small towel wrapped around my body, my wet hair clinging against my shoulders and my eye makeup surely smeared, making me look like a damn raccoon.
“What do you want?” I shout as he steps inside.
Before coming inside he turns to Bass. “Stand out here and make sure nobody interrupts us,” he says.
I look over at Bass and see a smirk appearing on his face as he whistles at me. “You fucking rat!” I shout before Ace slams the door on him.
“What the fuck were you thinking getting in that car with him, Red!” Ace shouts as he steps forward pushing me back against the wall .
“I don’t owe you any explanations, Servite. Last I checked, I don’t fucking answer to you,” I cry out before running toward my room.
Ace catches up to me and grabs me by my arm, swinging me around to face him right before I’m able to slam the door in his face. He throws me back against the wall of my bedroom, caging me in with his body and pressing his erection against me. I groan as he lifts my hands up over my head and holds them against the wall just as his mouth comes down on me.
He kisses me erratically and I meet him just as intensely. God, he drives me crazy and I can’t stop myself from giving in to him. We are like two animals kissing wildly, trying to suck the air out of one another. Like two bombs counting down so close to exploding and taking down everything around us.
Ace breaks the kiss and I moan at his release of my lips, gasping for air for him to fill my lungs once more. “Last I checked, Red, you don’t get in the fucking car with my uncle just minutes after you cum on my dick.”
Reaching a hand down under my towel, he runs his fingers over my slick and sensitive folds. “Ahh,” I moan as he rubs his fingers over my clit.
“Fuck, Red. You’re dripping wet. Is this for me or for that fucker?”
“Fuck you, Ace,” I groan as his movement becomes faster. He inserts a finger into me, and I nearly come with just that.
Brings his mouth to my ear he whispers, his hot breath burning me so deliciously. “Yes, fuck me and only me. You’re mine now, Red, and I’m a selfish bastard. I don’t share what’s mine. Not with your Dragon boy, not with my fucking uncle. With nobody.” He continues to finger me as his thumb rubs against my clit and I am nearly trembling in his palm.
“Fuck, Ace, don’t stop, fuck,” I shout and he stills.
He lets go and brings down the hand that was holding my arms over my head, tearing the towel off of me. My naked body flush against his. Letting out a slow whistle, he stands back, his finger still inside me and licks his lips as his eyes rake over me.
“You better not leave me like this, Ace, or I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”
A sexy as sin smirks creeps along his lips as he drops to his knees, bringing his tongue down to join his finger, licking and lapping at my clit.
I lean my head back against the wall, arching my back and bringing my hands up to grip his shoulders while he uses his arms to spread my legs further, giving him better access to my pussy. Ace continues to licks kiss me, his tongue working like fucking magic.
“Ace!” I moan as his tongue and fingers work me to another earth-shattering orgasm. “Fuck!” I shout as my pussy tightens around his tongue, my head slamming on the wall behind me but he doesn’t let go. Grabbing tight onto my hips, he brings my core closer to his mouth as he licks me dry, letting my right out another wave of my mind blowing orgasm.
Three fucking orgasms in less than an hour from this man. Ace Servite is going to be the death of me.
I feel my body grow weak, my legs giving out as he stands and pulls me close. Wrapping my arms around his neck I allow him to carry me to my bed. Tossing me on the bed rather harshly, he climbs on beside me, positioning me so my head is on my pillow.
I’m still floating in ecstasy as he moves between my legs. “I don’t think I can handle anymore,” I whisper breathily.
“Oh, angel, I’m nowhere near done with you,” he groans as he grips my legs bringing them closer to him. He lowers his head to my pussy, his tongue once again diving in. “God, Red, you taste so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Again he licks me softly, and I can’t believe I’m already so wet and ready for him. Not two seconds ago I was coming down from back-to-back orgasms, and now I’m ready for more. What is this man doing to me ?
“My new favorite flavor.”
He licks and licks, bringing his hands up to cup my breasts as he twirls my nipples in between his fingers, and I don’t think I can handle it any longer. I already feel so close again, but I want him.
More of him. I need more of him. I sit up and tug him by his shirt bringing his mouth up to me. Ace uses the opportunity to climb up higher on the bed toward me, but I turn us around pushing him down under me as I straddle him completely naked.
Looking down at him I see a cloud of lust glaze over his eyes, and I know it matches the one in mine. I reach down to his waist pulling his shirt up and over his body, revealing his perfectly sculpted abdomen. God, he is beautiful. My fingers tremble as I for the button of his dress pants unbuttoning them and pulling down harshly at the same time he lifts his groin allowing me to pull the pants down along with his boxers.
His hard and throbbing dick springs free in front of me and god, is it a sight to see. Huge and perfect, long and hard. Licking my lips, I look up and see him gazing curiously at me calculating my next move.
The sight of him lying here at my mercy gives me a sort of exhilarating power and it takes over. I’m in control now. I smirk at him as I take his cock in my hand, slowly licking the tip, not once breaking our connection. Ace groans as his head falls back, and I lick once more, this time running my tongue down his shaft and back up again.
Straightening his head, his eyes lock with mine once more. “Fuck, Red, you’re going to kill me with your tongue,” he groans, and it only urges me to keep going. Bringing my mouth over him and around him, I quicken my pace licking and sucking him, reveling in the way it gets me so aroused.
“Death by blow job,” I snicker,
“Not a bad way to go,” he says breathily.
At that, I get up on my knees and take him fully into my mouth sliding him in and out of me. I’m in control and the look on his face only excites me more.
“Fuck, Red. I can’t. I’m not going to last.”
I keep going until I can feel him at the back of my throat. My head continues bobbing in his lap when suddenly he sits up and reaches for me. I release his cock from my mouth with a pop and lick the pre-cum off my lips.
“I wasn’t done,” I whine, and he chuckles, bringing me over to straddle him, so his dick’s lined up with my entrance.
“I need to cum inside of you, not in your mouth. There will be plenty of time for that. For now, I need to feel your sweet cunt clenching around my dick as you ride it to your next orgasm.”
I can’t help but grin as I climb over him and he thrusts his dick all the way inside me.
“Fuck, baby. You are killing me.”
“Feeling’s mutual, asshole.” I move against him, up and down rubbing on his dick as I reach my fingers over my clit and rub back and forth intensifying the feeling.
“Fuck, keep touching yourself, Red, just like that baby.”
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” I cry out.
“I’m right there with you, angel,” he says, and I collapse on top of him after the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Fuck,” I whisper against his chest and I can still feel him shooting his cum inside me. Thank fuck for birth control. I’m hardly this reckless but something about Ace Servite has me questioning my sanity every goddamn day.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Scarlett Steele.”
I sit still for a few minutes, my head against his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat and the steadying pace of his erratic breathing when we’re startled by his phone buzzing.
“This better be fucking important, Bass, or I’m gonna kill you for interrupting me,” he says, scowling at his phone. “Fuck, I’ll be right out. Meet me back at the house,” he hangs up, and I lift my head to kiss him softly. “That was Bass, he said the guard at the front gate alerted him your friends are on their way in.”
“Oh, fuck!” I shout, jumping out of the bed grasping a sheet to cover myself. “You need to leave.” Heading over to grab a pair of underwear, shorts, and a hoodie from my closet, I dress quickly and grab Ace’s clothes, throwing them at him. “Did you not hear me, get dressed!”
He stands still, naked, a deep scowl taking over his face, as walks over to me grabbing me by the waist.
“Is this one of his fucking hoodies?” he asks tugging on the fabric looking visibly pissed. Fuck .
“Yes, now get out.”
He growls. “Not until you take that shit off.”
“Fuck you. I’m not taking it off. Drake’s my boyfriend… was my boyfriend. Fuck, I don’t know what we are. But I can wear his fucking hoodie if I want.”
“The fuck you can. Did you not hear the part where I said you’re fucking mine or was your brain too foggy from all the fucking orgasms you had?!” he shouts, jealously the little green monster making an appearance, and fuck if it’s a turn on. What the hell is wrong with me?
I shouldn’t get this turned on by his cocky, asshole, possessiveness. I should fume at his incessant need to claim me as his possession.
“So, what, we fucked, and you made me cum, repeatedly. That’s all this was. You were pissed, I was pissed. I needed to fuck you out of my system and now I have. Now get the fuck out,” I say, a blatant lie escaping my lips but it’s what he needs to hear.
The passionate look in his eyes is calling to something deep inside me. His domineering nature stirs things in me that ought to be destroyed. The way he stands, so sure of himself in all his naked glory, sends a shot of need to my innermost parts. Combine that with the cocky smirk on his face, the thick cloud of lust darkening his eyes, and the palpable desire emanating from his entire being, I’m fucking done for.
I had a taste, and I don’t think I can ever get enough of Ace Servite.
“Fuck that, I think I’ll stay and give the dragon the good news myself,” he says, leaning against the wall of my closet with his arms comfortably crossed over his chest.
As much as I want to keep him here, to continue what we started, the others are on their way back, and I need to get him out.
“Get the fuck out, Ace! You can’t be here when they get back.”
“Tell me you’re mine and that you’re never going back to that fucker.” He swiftly moves toward me, gripping my face in between his hands and bringing his forehead down to mine, a pleading look in his eyes. He needs me to tell him I’m his, to hear that fucking lie from my lips.
The possessive bastard inside needs to hear those words come from my mouth. However, the greedy bitch in me won’t ever say them out loud. Not even if they may be true.
“No! I’m not yours, I’m not his. I’m not anyone’s.” I pull away from him, but his hands move to grip my shoulders. “I belong to myself and I always will. Now get, the fuck, out!”
At that, Bass comes running into the room slamming the door against the wall as he throws it open.
“Oh, fuck man, put some clothes on,” he says, shielding his eyes from Ace’s fully naked backside. “Ace, we need to get out of here, now.”
Ace turns and scowls at his boy, but Bass returns it just the same.
“He called. He wants to see us,” Bass says calmly before heading out and back toward the front door.
“This conversation isn’t over, Red. You’re mine whether or not you want to accept it, I can promise you that.” He grabs his pants from off the floor and slips into them, not bothering to put on his boxers before yanking his T-shirt over his shoulders and slipping on his shoes. Reaching down for his boxers he flings them onto the bed. “A little reminder of my time here, in case the aching between your legs isn’t enough,” he says, winking as he heads out the door.
I run my hands through my hair exhaling vigorously as I fall back on the bed.
“What the fuck have I done?”
My entire life I’ve prided myself on being honest. No matter what life threw my way I was always true to myself, loyal to those around me.
I knew my mom would never change, and despite my best efforts and what Jade and everyone else around me thought, I wasn’t in denial. It’s just that the alternative to helping her survive, was her demise. And that would only result in one outcome. Me being alone, more alone than I already felt.
And yes, maybe it was selfish of me to continue in my best efforts to keep her alive. She was a horrible human being. A selfish, cruel, and manipulative woman. But then again, I find myself in the predicament I am in today and can only explain it in one way.
I am my mother’s daughter.
Every part of her rotted and corroded soul lives within me. Her polluted blood runs through my veins, her DNA flows through every inch of me causing me to make the same mistakes she made. I use those around me for my benefit. I lie and cheat and justify it all with the pitiful excuse of protecting them. But what is it I’m telling myself I’m protecting them from? Me?
Jade, my precious gem. My beautiful, protective, and loyal little sister. The only constant in my life. The only other soul who has ever genuinely cared for me. She deserves to find her brother Roman, the only man she has ever loved. He shattered her soul when he walked away, left her alone with her father, and never looked back. She needs to know the whereabouts of her father in order to find Roman, and if helping Agent Servite find my mother is the answer, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.
Then there is Drake. Damon Drake, my loyal, fierce protector. The one who’s been there for me when I’ve needed him the most. My best friend, my twin soul. And it’s he whom I’ve betrayed in the worst way. He was right to believe that I only started a relationship with him to spite Ace. Drake and I are linked in an inexplicable way. Two wayward souls, who were lost before we found each other. I care for him. I always have but there is a reason I never wanted to start a relationship with him. Deep down I knew in the end I was destined to hurt him, and he didn’t even know it.
I cheated. There’s no other word for it.
We agreed we needed to take a break, but that’s a pitiful excuse. Worse than cheated, I betrayed him, and this treachery would sting like the blazing flames of hell, where I was sure I’d find myself in the near future. A raging inferno made of my own wretched sins.
I criticize this world I was thrown into, which makes me question everything I’ve ever known to be true. This world is full of corruption, these devils around me filled with greed. But here I am, doing the one thing I never imagined I’d do. What kind of person does that make me?
The evil around me is suffocating, but if I’m capable of betraying my closest friend, my family, doesn’t that make me just as bad, or worse? I always believed I was good. Despite my upbringing I felt like I was a good person. I cared for those around me. I was capable of feeling all emotions. But now I see that I was so very wrong.
A good person does not cheat. A good person does not lie. A good person does not betray those they care about most. But I did every single one of those things, and soon I was going to have to pay for my sins.
But like I said, I’m selfish, and that day would not be today.
After Ace and Bass left the quarter, I threw myself under the covers and lay in silence, contemplating my transgressions. I heard when the girls got back, their noisy heels tapping against the hardwood floors of our apartment as they walked toward my bedroom. Jade approached my bedside while Stella stood at the doorway watching us curiously. I thought about acting like I was asleep, but then again, I’d have to face them eventually. But Jade said nothing. She reached down and unbuckled her heels before climbing underneath the covers beside me.
She looked up to Stella motioning for her to come join us and she did. I felt Stella climb onto the bed as well, being careful not to move me, and the three of us just lay there. Them in their expensive gowns and me in my ex-boyfriend’s hoodie, acting like I hadn’t just done the unforgivable.