8. Anton
Chapter 8
Anton
“Out!” I shout.
Scarlett is sobbing as her face remains on the table. Cassandra has seen her now, but I know she is embarrassed at being caught.
I pick up the desk phone. “Security, my office, now.”
“I can make it go away,” Cassandra says.
“You can also go to jail,” I reply. My voice is low and deadly. Only my hands balling into fists are stopping me from wrapping them around her neck.
I want to be the person who kicks her out of the building. But this is Cassandra, and it is possibly part of her plan. Gain enough evidence against me to have me arrested.
“Go in,” I hear my secretary, Penny, say.
My security man nods at me. Cassandra spins on her heels and glares at him.
“You can’t throw me out,” she hisses. “I’ll sue you if he touches me.”
“We have every right to throw out abusive customers,” I say.
“I’m not a customer.”
“Then we have more right to throw out unwanted visitors.”
She hisses. Throwing her hands in the air and stomping around the security guard.
When she reaches the door, she points at her cell. “I’ll speak to you about this later.” She looks at the table. I glance back to see Scarlett is now on her feet. Tears coat her beautiful eyes. “Oh and Scarlett. He’ll drop you now that he has had you.”
I growl. Striding to her. She smirks and grabs the handle of the door, slamming it as she leaves.
“Make sure she is escorted from the premises and she can never return,” I warn security as he follows her.
I turn, and Scarlett is holding her arms over her chest. I expect to see annoyance on her face, but she is smiling. Unfortunately, tears are streaming down her face at the same time.
“Come here,” I whisper, taking her in my arms and holding her. Never wanting her to feel this ever again.
“I want you to go home and eat. You look pale. I’ll be back in a few hours,” I say, kissing her deep and long.
She pulls back and frowns. “I’m fine.”
“Please, do this for me.”
Her eyes are downcast as she nods and I try to catch my breath, hating I’ve caused the sad look.
“The video,” Scarlett whispers against my chest. Her body trembles. “What if she shows people?”
I stroke her hair, breathing in her scent. “She wants money. That’s all Cassandra ever wants.”
Scarlett pulls back, her blue eyes wide with panic. “My father. Oh god, what if she tells my father?”
“Hey.” I cup her face between my palms. “Your father needs to know about us, anyway.”
Her mouth drops open. “What?”
“I want you forever, Scarlett. Not just for now, not just in secret.” My thumb traces her bottom lip. “I want a life with you, and that means being honest with everyone, including your father.”
Fresh tears spill down her cheeks, but these aren’t from fear or sadness. Her smile lights up her entire face.
“You mean that?”
“Every word.” I press my forehead to hers. “Now please, go home and rest while I deal with this mess. I need to know you’re safe and taking care of yourself.”
She nods at me. “Okay.”
I don’t want to let her go, but I have to handle Cassandra before she can cause any more damage. Before she can hurt Scarlett again.
“I’ll be home soon,” I promise, kissing her forehead. “Don’t leave the house and don’t answer the door to anyone. Especially Cassandra.”
I pick up my phone and call a driver to take Scarlett home.
“We’ll be fine.” Despite my words, she still looks like she is going to throw up.
“Promise.”
I press a kiss on her lips, murmuring, “I promise.”
My cell chimes with a message that the car is ready.
I press my hand on her lower back and walk with her to the elevator, where we descend to the company car park.
I press a key into her hand. “It’s yours.”
She looks at her hand and nods. I kiss her once more, before I open the car door, and gesture for her to go inside.
As the car starts, Scarlett casts one last look at me before the door clicks shut with her inside it.
I want to follow her home and hold her. First, I have an ex-wife to deal with.
I shake hands with my client. I’ve spent the rest of the day in and out of meetings, at the same time I’ve been on edge. I know Cassandra’s words have worried Scarlett and now all I want to do is get out of the office and make sure she is okay.
“Mr. Hawthorn.” I turn to my secretary Penny as she catches me as I leave my last meeting. “Your wife... sorry your ex-wife has tried to contact you three times and now she is going to your home. I tried to tell her you were in meetings all day, but she wouldn’t take my word for it.”
“Reschedule my last appointment, please. I need to deal with her.”
She nods, but I’m already pacing back to my office. I need to get home because Cassandra is dangerous when stoked and I have the feeling I lit that fire.
I thought I made my feelings quite clear. But perhaps I shouldn’t have gotten a car to take Scarlett home. I should have kept her close to me.
After I finish as much as I can manage, I grab my keys and call my driver.
I need to get home as quickly as I can. I can’t let Cassandra ruin what I have with Scarlett. I know my angel will run if she gets scared. That’s her coping mechanism because of her terrible father.
It doesn’t take me long to get to my car and travel the short distance home. Cassandra isn’t there. At least her car isn’t. I pull into the garage and walk into the house.
“Scarlett,” I shout. There’s no reply and blood rushes through my veins at what Cassandra could have told her. I shout her name again as I throw my suit jacket on the back of a chair and search around.
“Scarlett.” This time my voice is a bellow, and I’m almost scared to turn the corner. “Scarlett. Are you home, beautiful?” I shout, and I put all the power I can behind those words.
“Hello?” her soft voice calls.
I gasp. The sound of her sweet voice calms every nerve in my body. She doesn’t sound hurt or scared.
“Scarlett. Where are you?”
“In the bathtub,” she says. “Just a minute...”
“Stay there,” I growl. Running up the staircase, two steps at a time. Desperate to get to her.
“Okay,” she breathes, barely above a whisper. But I can hear the uncertainty in her voice as I stand with my hand against the door.
Closing my eyes tight, wanting to see her, but the image of her naked and wet, ready for me to take her, is almost too much.
I push at my growing cock, because I don’t want to touch it.
I want it inside of her.
Breeding her.
Especially now I know she wants it too.
I open the door, much calmer than I imagined I would at knowing she was inside. And there, in the tub, is my naked angel. Her face is flushed, bubbles cover her gorgeous body. Her hair piled high in a messy bun.
I hold my hand over my heart as my chest tightens.
“My angel,” I breathe.
“Has she been here?” I ask, kneeling beside the tub.
“Your ex-wife?” Scarlett’s blue eyes meet mine. “No. Should I be worried?”
“Never.” I trace a finger along her wet shoulder. “She wants money. But now she thinks she has leverage.”
“Because of us?”
I nod. “What she did was illegal. Following you, taking pictures without consent. I’ll handle it.”
“I trust you.” Her fingers find mine beneath the water. “But maybe we should keep things quiet for now. At least until we tell Dad.”
“Or we could go to dinner. Show the world how much I adore you.”
She bites her lower lip, sending sparks through my body. “We should tell Dad first.” Her eyes darken as she slides deeper into the water. “Besides, I’m already naked.”
I can’t help but smile as I watch her slide deeper into the water. “Fine,” I say, standing up and reaching for a towel. “But we’ll make it quick.”
She giggles as I wrap the towel around her, my fingers brushing against her skin. “I don’t want to rush,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine.
My heart races as I look into her eyes, knowing what she wants. What we both want. And I can’t resist her.
I drop to my knees.
My cock throbs in anticipation as I gaze upon the sight before me.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, exposing herself even more to me as I position myself between her legs.
Her eyes widen as she looks at me, anticipation written all over her face. I lick her clit, her pussy, teasing her mercilessly.
The tension is building inside of her. I pull away. “Don’t come.”
She moans softly, arching her back as I continue my assault on her most sensitive spots.
“I need…Anton…” I know she can’t take any more.
“Hold on to the sink.” Without hesitation, she does as she’s told. “Good girl.”
I rise from the floor and go behind her. Our eyes lock in the mirror on the wall.
She moans softly as I tease her with the head of my cock, running it along the length of her slit before finally pushing inside of her in one swift motion.
She gasps as I fill her up completely as we watch each other with heated gazes. The sight of us together is almost too much to bear.
Her hands grip the edge of the counter tightly as she arches her back to meet each thrust of mine. And with each passing second, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and every moan she lets out sends shivers down my spine.
I skate one hand across her hip and to her pussy, pressing my fingers against her clit.
“Oh, God—” she cries.
We move in sync, our bodies sliding against each other as the sound of wetness fills the room, and the tension between us builds higher and higher until we are both near our breaking point.
“Come for me.” And she unravels right before my eyes.
With one last thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her, never wanting to let her go.
It’s just a beautiful memory now. Her soft moans, her pussy clamping around my cock, her body against mine as I cleaned her in the bath afterward.
Now she’s curled up in my bed, her dark hair spilling across my pillow, peaceful in sleep as I quietly close the door and slip downstairs.
I pour myself a scotch, needing something to calm my racing thoughts of what I need to do about the video.
Like I conjured up the devil, the buzz of my phone breaks the silence.
I open the text message and an image loads. It’s me and Scarlett in the car together. My arm is around her shoulder. Her lips on mine.
The doorbell rings.
I open the door to find Cassandra, her red lips curved in a predatory smile.