19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Ace
M y dick aches with an insatiable craving that burns hotter than anything I've ever felt. It consumes me, that raw hunger for her, a desire so intense it leaves me breathless. There’s a part of me that’s untouched, a territory I’ve never dared to explore, and all I want is to please her—to dive deep into the heat of her body.
Her scent hangs in the air, intoxicating, and it drives me wild, making me crave her even more. She’s stunning—fucking beautiful—as I watch her ride the waves of pleasure, her face contorting in this mesmerizing dance of ecstasy. The lines around her eyes deepen, telling the story of her orgasm, while the soft moans escaping her lips create a melody that echoes in the room.
It’s awe-inspiring, watching her come down from that high, and I can’t help but feel a primal thrill knowing I’m the one who brought her there. I’m rock hard, throbbing with need as I slide my fingers back inside her, watching her ride out those final waves of bliss. I fucking love it—knowing she just came all over my hand.
I get off the bed, and she watches me, her gaze never leaving mine as I hook my fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Slowly, I slide them down, over her thighs, past her knees, until they’re finally off her ankles. I toss them aside, my eyes locked on hers, and all I can think about is fucking her. I want to feel her tight walls squeeze around my cock, to lose myself in her the way I have before.
We don’t say a word as I strip off my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free, hard and ready, and I catch the way her eyes zero in on it, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. Fuck, that simple move makes me groan. I wrap my hand around my length, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, watching her reaction.
“Come suck my cock,” I command, my voice low and rough, my gaze burning into hers.
She smirks and slides off the bed to stand in front of me. Her eyes never leave mine as she sinks to her knees, a move that sends a jolt of need straight through me. Seeing her like this—waiting, willing—does something that I can’t quite put into words. It’s like she’s got this power over me, and I’m fucking lost in it.
She glances up at me, her eyes dark and full of heat, and I can’t resist. My thumb drags over her bottom lip, then I push it into her mouth. The moment I do, she sucks on it, her tongue swirling around the tip, and fuck, I can barely hold back.
“Open your mouth,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “Let me fuck it.”
She opens her mouth wide, and I step forward, putting my cock to her lips, then sliding it in slowly. I groan at the incredible feeling as I push deeper, holding it in the back of her throat. Fuck me, I can feel my cock pulsating as she sucks, drawing me closer to the edge.
Slipping my hands into her hair, I grip it firmly to hold her in place while her mouth delivers the kind of pleasure I desperately need to escape from my thoughts.
At first, I move slowly, sliding in and out of her mouth, feeling her soft, warm lips wrap around my cock. I close my eyes, immersing myself in the sensation, but only for a moment. The sight of her with my cock in her mouth is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. No other girl has ever made me feel this way—like she truly gets me, like I’m the only one who matters at this moment.
What the hell is going on? Lately, I’ve been grappling with these strange feelings that keep creeping in, like I wouldn’t care if she were the only girl ever to suck my cock. It’s a mix of emotions I can’t quite pinpoint or understand. Where the fuck is this shit coming from?
I groan as I pick up the pace, thrusting in and out of her mouth, building toward that explosive climax. Just as I’m about to lose it, I pause, holding myself deep in the back of her throat to keep from coming too soon. When she gags, a thrill shoots through me—it’s a fucking turn-on, knowing I have complete control over this moment. I possess the power. But a voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me she holds more control over me now than I ever had during this whole fucking thing going on between us.
She groans around my cock, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through me, making me hiss with desire. “Fuck yeah,” I growl, sliding in and out of her mouth, my grip on her hair tightening as I fuck her with a frenzy that drives me absolutely wild. The way she responds to me only stokes the fire of my need, pushing me further over the edge.
I let out a moan, more vocal than I’ve ever been, as I thrust my hips forward, lost in the pleasure. “Damn, Scar. You’re gonna make me fucking…” My muscles strain as I come hard, my release spilling down her throat. I continue to move in and out, savoring every last wave of my orgasm. The way she looks up at me from her position to watch me—intense and intimate—drives me wild, a sight that’s as sexy as hell.
With my cock still buried in her mouth, I exhale, my fingers gliding along her jaw. I can't tear my gaze away from her stunning face, her long, blonde hair cascading over her tits. This girl holds a power over me that makes me come undone every damn time. She’s the only chick I’ve fucked in the last six months, which is totally out of character for me.
“Ride me,” I command, craving the way she made me feel the last time we were in my bedroom. I want her to lose herself in the moment, just like before.
She releases my cock from her mouth with a loud pop and rises to her feet, a wicked smile dancing across her lips. I sit back on the bed, ready to surrender control to her. Gently, I pull her into my lap, feeling her warmth envelop me as she settles against my body. The anticipation builds as I look into her eyes, urging her to take the reins, to let go and ride me like she wants to.
As my hands move toward her breasts, I delicately caress her curves with the tips of my fingers. Her tits never fail to leave me in awe; they’re absolutely fucking amazing. The way they fit perfectly in my hands, soft and inviting. I can feel her body respond to my touch. It’s more than just physical; it’s an undeniable connection that pulls me deeper into this moment with her.
She lifts herself, and I watch, entranced, as she slowly guides me into her pussy. I have no idea why I love seeing my cock disappear inside her, but damn, it does something primal to me. The sensation is fucking incredible as she stretches around me, and I can tell it feels just as good for her. Scarlet closes her eyes, letting out a low moan that deepens with every inch I push in. Each gasp and sound from her only fuels my desire, urging me to explore deeper. Her body molds to mine, and I can't help but think that this is different from the mindless encounters I've had before.
“Now fuck me, Scar,” I urge, desperate for her to give me the pleasure I crave.
My entire body tingles as she slides along my shaft, each movement sending electric shocks through me. Leaning forward, I kiss and suck at her neck, not giving a damn if I leave a mark.
But then I pull back, utterly captivated by the mesmerizing sight of her riding me. Her damp hair falls over her tits, and I reach out, grabbing a handful of it, pulling it back to hold her head still.
I lock my gaze with hers, losing myself in the depths of her eyes, both possessive and enthralled by the connection between us. There’s a raw intensity in the air, a blend of pleasure and something deeper that I can't quite place.
As she rides me, I can’t help but let out a low growl, fully aware that even though I wanted to just fuck her to get out of my head, this isn’t just about lust anymore—it's about something much more dangerous.
“That’s it, enjoy my cock, Scar. Fuck it like it’s yours,” I say, gripping her hair tighter, ensuring she can't shift her gaze from mine. Every girl I’ve ever fucked, I’ve always turned their faces away—never wanting to see them, only wanting them on all fours, putting their wet holes on display so I can take what I need. But with her, for some fucking reason, it’s different. I need to see her. I need to see the pleasure written all over her face, the way her eyes flutter and her lips part in moans.
As she rides me harder, her expression shifts from concentration to pure fucking ecstasy, and I can’t help but groan out loud at the sight. Her hips move with an intoxicating rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I grab her ass with my spare hand, gripping it tightly, feeling every curve beneath my fingers.
“I’m close,” she gasps, her voice almost breathless. I can see the pleasure building within her, that delicious tension ready to explode.
“Come on my cock, Scar. Milk me, baby,” I urge, my voice low and rough, desperate for her to completely lose herself in the moment. I shift my hand from her ass, sliding a finger into her mouth. She sucks it eagerly, and I can’t help but groan. Damn, this girl is so fucking hot.
I withdraw my finger from her mouth and reach around to her ass, gently inserting the tip inside her. The way she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathes out a breathy “Fuck,” sends a jolt through me. She’s lost in ecstasy, riding me hard as I move my finger in and out of her, our bodies syncing in perfect rhythm, pushing us both closer to that edge.
It’s like I can taste her ecstasy, and it drives me wild. “Now fuck me harder and don't stop until we both come.”
With her hands resting on my chest, she moves in a rhythmic motion on top of me, chasing her pleasure with every thrust. Her breathing grows erratic as she fucks me, and I work my finger deeper into her tight hole. I can feel her body arching, completely consumed by the intensity of the moment, each movement drawing us closer to that electrifying climax.
“Are you almost there? Because I’m about to—” She doesn’t even get the chance to finish her sentence. Her mouth drops open, and her face lights up with a breathtaking expression as she comes. A loud moan escapes her lips, and she tightens around me, gripping me firmly as her juices flow down onto my balls.
Once her orgasm fades, she slumps into me, and I grab both of her hips, taking over completely, fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. Each thrust is driven by my primal need. A pulsating sensation rushes through my body, causing my abs to tighten and my cock to throb. Scarlet sits up and threads her fingers through my hair, pulling it roughly, just like I did to her earlier. When she pulls my face towards her, our lips meet in a filthy kiss that consumes me.
She slips her tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly reciprocate. Tremors and spasms ripple through my body. My muscles tense, and my body craves more—more of her. I desperately try to hold on. The pressure within me builds as I fuck her. I feel it in my balls as they tighten, feel it in my gut as I come hard, harder than ever before. The pleasure rockets through me as I release inside her, kissing her like I’m fucking possessed. Each wave of bliss sends shivers down my spine, and for a moment, nothing else exists but us—lost in this intoxicating dance of desire.
We’re both breathless, gasping for air as I collapse onto the bed. Scarlet still sits on top of me, our sweaty skin sticking together, my cock still buried inside her. She rests her cheek on my chest as we lie in a haze of post-orgasm bliss. When she finally gets up off me and heads over to the bathroom, I can’t shake the nagging thought that she might leave like she did before. I lay there catching my breath, the tension of the moment still hanging in the air.
After a few seconds, she comes back into the room, stepping over the shit I’ve scattered around the floor. She climbs onto the bed beside me, her skin warm against mine as she snuggles close, her breath brushing softly against my neck. I should feel satisfied now, maybe even a little lighter after everything we just shared, but the weight in my chest grows heavier than ever.
She lifts her head to look at me, and I can feel her eyes, searching, questioning. I know what’s coming before she even opens her mouth. I brace myself for it, but when her voice finally breaks the silence, it hits me like a fucking punch to the gut.
“Ace… why did you trash the room?”
My eyes stay fixed on the ceiling, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t want to answer. I can’t bring myself to tell her about the shit that lives rent free in my head, but her gaze is relentless, like it’s reaching into the darkness I’ve kept buried for years.
“It’s nothing,” I mutter, praying that she’ll drop it.
She shifts beside me, propping herself up on her elbow. “It’s not nothing,” she says softly. “Please, Ace. Talk to me.”
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. She’s the last person I want to talk to about this, not because I don’t trust her, but because other than Xander, I’ve never let anyone in like this before. Especially not someone like her—someone I actually give a damn about.
“I saw my mother on TV,” I start, my voice gravelly, as if the words are clawing their way out. “She was doing an interview, spewing all this bullshit about me. About what kind of person I am.”
Scarlet doesn’t say anything, but I feel the shift in her—the subtle way her body tenses slightly, waiting for me to continue. So I do, even though each word feels like I’m peeling my skin off.
“It just… brought up a lot of shit, that’s all” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “Stuff I’ve tried to bury for years. All the shit I went through as a kid. All the times I had to deal with her boyfriends—those fucking assholes who thought they could do whatever they wanted because she never gave a shit.”
I try to avoid looking at her, not wanting to see the pity I expect to find in her eyes, but I can’t help myself. When I finally meet her gaze, it’s not pity I find, but sadness that cuts me in ways I never expected.
“They used to hurt me, Scar,” I say, my voice cracking. “One of them... he used to burn me with cigarettes.” I lift my arm, exposing the scars I’ve tried to bury beneath ink. “I couldn’t wait to get these covered up,” I admit, the shame still raw, “because I was embarrassed for anyone to see them.” I glance at the tattoo that now hides the worst of it. “This was my first tattoo,” I tell her quietly.
She reaches out, her fingers brushing gently over the ink on my arm. Then she leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the tattoo, like she’s trying to kiss away all the pain and scars that time left behind. The tenderness in her eyes is unbearable; it’s like she’s feeling every bit of the hurt I’ve been through, and I can’t stand it. It’s too much. I pull her closer, my hand sliding to the back of her neck as I crush my lips against hers, desperate to make her forget everything I just said, to erase the sorrow in her eyes and replace it with something else—anything else.
She kisses me back, but it’s different this time—she slows me down, softens the pace, making each kiss deeper, more deliberate, just as intense but laced with something I can’t put into words. It’s like she’s telling me without speaking that she’s here, that she’s not going anywhere, no matter how fucked up I am.
Something’s shifting inside me. I’m getting too close, and it scares the shit out of me. I feel it in the way my chest tightens every time she’s near, in the way it tears me up inside to see her hurt. I don’t know what to do with any of this—these feelings I can’t even begin to name—and it’s freaking me the fuck out.
When she rests the side of her face against my chest, I hold her like she’s the only thing that’s keeping me from falling apart. Maybe… just maybe it’s okay to let her in. Perhaps she’s the one who can help me make sense of all the messed-up crap. And that thought alone terrifies me more than anything else.
I take a deep breath, my fingers gently stroking her hair, trying to push away the fear gnawing at me. “Scarlet, I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?” she asks.
“I’ve kept all this shit buried for so long. Never talked about it. Never let anyone close enough to see all the damage.”
Scarlet’s head remains against my chest, her breathing calm and steady. She shifts slightly, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of my chest as if trying to soothe me. “You don’t have to have all the answers, Ace,” she says. “You don’t have to know how to do this. Just… let me in a little bit at a time.”
I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine. Her fingers gently trace the ink on my chest, sending shivers through me with every touch. I let her comfort me, ignoring the wreck I made of the room. For once, the chaos in my head seems to settle. There’s no noise, no anger—just the steady rhythm of her touch. I focus on that, on her, letting her be the one thing that makes sense in all this mess.
“So, how are you planning to explain the mess in your room?” Her voice carries a subtle smirk, like she’s trying to lighten the mood. “Or are you just gonna blame it on being a rockstar?”
I can’t help but laugh, the ridiculousness of what I did breaking through the heaviness in my chest. “It’ll be fine. Money can buy silence. Xander did it once with all the shit they were putting in the headlines about him. It never leaked.”
My phone rings. I glance over at the bedside table, but it’s not there—neither is the table. It’s buried somewhere in the chaos I created. I don’t even bother getting up. Whoever it is can wait; I’ll deal with them later. Right now, nothing else matters but this moment, with her lying beside me, her warmth grounding me in a way nothing else ever has.
The phone rings again, and before I can ignore it, there is a persistent banging on the door. It is loud and aggressive, as if someone is breaking it down with an axe.
“Open the fucking door, Ace!” Theo yells from the other side, his voice laced with fury. It’s like a sudden splash of cold water, snapping me out of the warmth of the moment with Scarlet. My heart races, not just from his anger but from the sheer unpredictability of it all. I shoot a quick glance at Scarlet, to see her tense.
She sits up in bed, her worried gaze landing on me, amplifying the anxiety clawing at my insides. The nagging thought that he might have uncovered what’s happened between us looms. The air feels heavy with tension, and I can sense my grip on reality slipping as I prepare for the fallout that’s bound to come.
I let out a heavy sigh as my phone rings for the third time. Cursing under my breath, I drag myself out of bed, hastily grabbing some clothes as I head for the door. The pounding intensifies, each thud echoing like a countdown.
“I know you’re in there, fucker! Now open the fucking door!” Theo says furiously.
I glance back at Scarlet as she slips into her bikini, and a wave of dread washes over me. Shit, the minute Theo sees her in that, he’ll know exactly what’s been going down between us. She gives me a worried look, running her fingers through her hair in a futile attempt to smooth it out as the relentless pounding on the door echoes in the room. Wrapping a towel around herself, she moves away from the bed, her unease palpable.
The sudden sound of Scarlet’s phone ringing only amplifies my suspicions that Nate and Theo are already aware.
With Theo persistently knocking, my phone blowing up, and now hers ringing, it feels like the walls are closing in. It wouldn’t surprise me if Xander is on his way here, ready to lecture me about being a fuck-up. The look of shock and disbelief on Scarlet’s face as she clutches her phone tight tells me all I need to know: our secret has been discovered, and there’s no escaping the fallout.
“Ready?” I shout over the noise.
“Yeah,” she nods, then swipes her finger across the screen to answer the call. “Hello?”
I turn back to the door, taking a deep breath to brace myself for whatever shitstorm is about to hit.
When I yank the door open, Theo bursts through, and the usual jokester I’m used to is nowhere to be seen. Instead, he’s transformed into a man full of rage, his expression fierce and unyielding. I’ve never seen him like this before, and it fucking terrifies me. I can feel my heart racing as I try to gauge how bad the situation really is.
Before I even get a chance to step back, Theo unleashes a punch, his fist slamming into my jaw. “She’s not some fucking groupie, you fucker!”
I stumble back a few steps, my balance wavering, but somehow, I manage to stay on my feet. Pain flares in the side of my face, but I refuse to show it; the idiot actually got me good. Damn, he can throw a punch. I see the fury burning in his eyes, and I don’t even try to defend myself.
But then Theo’s attention shifts to Scarlet as she moves across the room, carefully navigating through the chaos I’ve created. The worry etched on her face thickens the tension in the air, making every second stretch painfully long. A second later, Theo turns back to me, his eyes wild with anger, and I brace myself, ready to let him take another shot.
But he hesitates when Scarlet steps in front of him, standing tall and resolute.
I watch as his face, so full of anger, soften just a little when he sees her, but it’s only for a fleeting second. It quickly morphs back to pure rage as he zeroes in on me. I can feel the storm brewing within him, and I know I’m about to get my ass handed to me.
“Theo, stop,” Scarlet says, her voice firm as she keeps the phone pressed to her ear. I can hear Nate’s angry voice cutting through the line, but it’s all muffled and I can’t make out a damn thing he’s saying.
“No, Scar,” Theo growls. “Not until I knock some sense into this fucker.”
She switches the phone from voice to screen, and my stomach sinks as I see the fury etched across Nate’s face. Shit, Xander was right. There’s no way Nate is going to forgive me for this, and I can’t shake the feeling that Theo won’t be far behind in his judgment. Once they discover this isn’t just a one-time fling, the fallout is going to be catastrophic.
“You guys need to listen to me now, and not say a word,” Scarlet says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
“No way, Scar,” Nate snaps. “This fucker had no right to get involved with you like this.”
“Oh my god, will you two just stop?” Scarlet says, her voice sharp. But even as she speaks, Theo continues to glare at me with fire in his eyes, as if he’s ready to rip me apart. I know that if Scarlet weren’t standing between us, the asshole would’ve unleashed his fury on me already. “I can make my own decisions. I’ve told you both that a million times, but you never seem to listen.”
“No, you don’t get it, Scar,” Theo spits out, his frustration boiling over. “This fucker uses chicks, and I’m not gonna let him use you.”
His words cut deep into my core. Theo’s right. They’ve both witnessed the wild days, the endless groupies, the relentless partying before we hit it big. They know my fucking slogan—the more groupies at once, the better. So, I completely understand why they’d think I’m just using her for a quick fuck. But it’s not like that at all. There’s something between Scarlet and me—something I can’t even begin to put into words, something I don’t fully understand myself. And the worst part is, I’m lost on how to explain any of this shit.
I step around Scarlet, bracing myself for Theo’s next blow. “It’s not like that, man,” I say, struggling to keep my voice steady.
“What?” Theo laughs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re telling me I haven’t just walked in on you fucking her?”
“Theo,” Scarlet snaps, but he’s too fired up to even react. The anger blazing in his eyes and the way he’s breathing like a bull ready to charge makes it clear he’s not interested in any excuses I might have.
“How long, Ace?” Nate says, his tone cold and piercing. “How long have you been fucking my sister?”
I swallow hard, trying to push the lump in my throat down. This is it. Time to come clean. “Look…” I start, but the words catch in my throat. I need to figure out what this thing with Scarlet is before I can explain it to them. I’m not about to spill my guts to these guys who know me as the asshole who dives into pussy to avoid dealing with my own crap.
“Can I ask… how did you guys find out?” Scarlet’s voice comes from behind me.
“It’s all over the fucking headlines,” Nate snaps through the phone, his voice sharp with anger. “If I was right there right now, I’d kick your fucking ass, Ace.” Hearing his voice crack stings like hell. Beneath all that rage, I can sense the deep betrayal I’ve caused, and it hits me hard.
“What’s all over the headlines?” I ask, genuinely dumbfounded by whatever the hell they’re talking about. Every time I’ve been with Scarlet, we’ve been alone—there’s been no one around to see a damn thing.
Theo digs out his phone, tapping away like he’s on some kind of mission. Scarlet and I watch, both of us wondering where the hell this is headed. He then turns the phone to us, and my stomach drops when he shows us a grainy photo. It’s blurry, but I recognize it immediately. It’s us—me and Scarlet, kissing. The image looks like it’s straight out of a surveillance camera, and I know exactly when it was taken. It was right after I bailed on that interview, when I was spiraling and kissed her.
I look up at Theo, the words stuck in my throat, because it’s all laid bare before us. No one could misinterpret it; with the media buzzing around us, there’s no doubt that the entire world thinks we’re together. The gravity of that truth presses down on me, constricting my chest.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands through my hair, desperately trying to figure out what the hell to say.
“Yeah, fuck is right,” Nate snaps through the phone.
“Look, Nate,” I start, but the words falter. I’m grasping for something—anything—to calm him down, but I don’t even know what the fuck I’m aiming for here. I’ve never had to justify why I’ve fucked someone before. I’ve always just done my thing, no explanations needed. But now? Now, I’m lost as shit, tangled up in my own emotions and the fallout of this mess, with no clue what the fuck to do next.
“It doesn’t matter,” Scarlet cuts in. “I don’t owe you guys any explanations. This isn’t fucking high school anymore, so back off. We’re adults.”
Theo doesn’t say a word; he just keeps his eyes locked on me, anger still blazing in them. “We’re not letting this go,” he says.
“I know that, and I wouldn’t expect anything different,” I reply, knowing how protective the two of them are.
“Oh my god, will you guys just leave it alone? I’m not a teenager anymore. Get over measuring your dicks for fuck sake,” Scarlet snaps, clearly frustrated.
“Scarlet, just go,” I say, bracing myself for the inevitable fallout. I know I’m about to take my punishment for breaking the bro code, but right now, I need her to get out of the line of fire.
“What?” Scarlet replies, stepping in front of me defiantly. I shift my eyes down to her, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on us. She’s not backing down, and I can see the resolve in her stance, but I need to protect her from this storm. “I’m not leaving you to face this alone.”
“Just go,” I say, and I can see the hurt flash in her eyes before it quickly morphs into anger.
“For fuck sake, I’ll leave so you all can have your little pissing contest,” she snaps, her voice sharp as a knife. She glares at me, then at Theo, her frustration palpable. With a huff, she hangs up on Nate and storms out, slamming the door behind her.
Theo’s glare finally breaks when his phone rings. He yanks it out of his pocket and answers the call, his eyes still locked on me.
“Yeah, she’s gone. It’s just us and the fucker now,” he says, his eyes boring into me like they could set me ablaze.
“Put Nate on speaker,” I demand, refusing to back down. If we’re diving into this shitstorm, I’m not about to waste my breath by repeating myself.
Theo takes the phone away from his ear and switches it to loudspeaker.
“I know I shouldn’t have crossed that line,” I start, nervously rubbing the back of my neck. “I never meant for it to happen.”
“Yeah, right. More like you never meant to get caught,” Nate cuts in, his tone dripping with disdain, and I can feel the weight of his judgment.
“Look,” I say, trying to find the right words. “It’s different with Scarlet. I don’t even know what the hell it is, but—” I let out a long breath, stumbling to find the words.
“Look, I don’t give a shit about your existential crisis,” Theo snaps. “Or whatever the hell you’re trying to sell us. Save it, Ace. We’re not interested in your bullshit excuses right now.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me, knowing I’m walking a tightrope here. “I get it. I know it’s hard to believe, but this thing with Scarlet, it just fucking happened. All I know is that this isn’t some groupie bullshit. I just—fuck, I don’t know how to put it into words.”
Theo’s eyes narrow, but he stays quiet, listening as I struggle to put my feelings into words.
Nate’s voice comes through, sharp and loaded with anger. “How long has this shit been going on?”
I take a deep breath, steeling myself to come clean. “Since Xander and Poppy’s wedding.”
The room sinks into a heavy silence, thick enough to cut with a knife. Theo’s gaze pierces me, unwavering and brimming with rage, while Nate’s voice crackles over the phone, sharp and frosty. “Since the fucking wedding? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Then it’s Theo’s turn to unleash his anger. “You’ve been sneaking around and fucking her for that long? Behind our backs?”
“Stay the fuck away from Scarlet,” Nate warns, his voice low and menacing. “You’ve really fucked up this time, Ace. Don’t even think about going near her again. You and I have a serious problem, and when I see you again, I'll kick your fucking ass.”
Theo steps forward, his anger ready to erupt like a volcano. “Yeah, what Nate said. If you come near her again, you’ll fucking regret it.”
His eyes bore into mine with a final, seething glare before he lands a solid punch to my jaw that sends me staggering backwards. He doesn’t wait for a response—he just storms out of the room, slamming the door with a final, explosive bang.