Scarlett's pov
Marriage. Vexton. A marriage with Vexton. Me and Vexton.
Yes, yes, yes and yes!
...
But Vexton does not have to know about my feelings. My answer will remain as a no to them and a yes to me and only me.
I just missed my chance. But it's okay as Vexton himself mentioned that he has no feelings of any sort for me.
But his eyes...his voice, his hands and his personality. It's addicting.
Vexton's pov
Her eyes...her voice, her hands and her personality. It's addicting.
I may be part of the mafia. I may be so heartless that I murder people without hesitation. But when I'm with her, I become so soft.
She is my weakness.
"Scarlett, come with me, I need to have a talk with you, an urgent one.."
I hear her father suddenly speak, his disgusting voice to which i'm sure he is going to threaten her into agreeing.
We both move our heads towards Scarlett's father. Mine then moves to Scarlett's. She has a worried look on her face.
At the sight before me, a feeling of anger shocks me. I thighten my wrist and frown. My eyes darken.
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Scarlett's pov
I shiver slightly at that sentence, I glance at my father, staring at him, not wanting to move a single muscle.
"Scarlett. Now." He persists.
I slowly arise from my seat. I do not want to go.
No, no and no.
All sorts of thoughts fills my head, then I quickly glance at Vexton, my only hope.I know he understood it, he isn't that stupid.Vexton clears his throat and deadly stare at my father.
"What is it that is so personal that I can't listen to it?"
He asks, raising one eyebrow.
I sigh. Thank you Vexton.
"Oh uhm- It's uh-"
"If you are to act as such while
making business, then you are a waste of time."
He sighs heavily and grabs my hand softly.
"I will be the one privately having a talk with her as this is a professional talk. You can't be apart of it as you clearly arent mature enough."
My father gasp at his sentence. He adjusts his posture and stares at me.
Vexton, on the other hand, walks out of the room with my hand in his.
"Thank you. You saved me."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"You're welcome, princess."
He implies then he...
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Random"And you think pushing me off a balcony is your solution to escape my affection, princess?" He mutters near my ear, almost like a soft whisper. I shiver slightly at that. I open my mouth so as to reply to his question, and a simple "Yes." Is left ou...
