Craving Scarlett

|2|. Awkward

Marco DeSantis.

It was said that he was one of the richest men in the world. It was no wonder though, at just the age of thirty, he had expanded the company into a very successful one. It was said that he earned millions in a day due to his brilliance and genius way of clinching deals at just the right moment.

A billionaire at age thirty, he had everything he could ever want; Wealth, fame, women. The latter fell over his feet every single time. And you couldn't blame them. Not only did he have money but he had the looks to go with it. Raven, black hair fell over magnetic blue eyes that could freeze you with just a look. Olive toned skin stretched taut over sharp, chiseled jaw, with impossibly high cheekbones, he was a modern day Adonis! With looks like that it was no wonder that half the women population fawned and gushed over him.

Of course, I should probably add that I had a teeny, very tiny, barely noticeable crush on him in a hidden corner of my heart. But it wasn't really a big deal. I mean it was just a crush. With that said, maybe I should steer my hurting best friend to the the side for a moment to calm him down, of course. I was not doing it to avoid Marco DeSantis. I mean, that would be crazy... right?

But before I could enforce my brilliant plan, DeSantis abruptly lifted his head, his blue eyes piercing into my own green ones. Suddenly, my heart stopped working for a moment, and then quickly picked back, beating in overtime. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I remained frozen, eyes locked in a seemingly endless battle with him. His eyes tore from mine and blatantly regarded my figure, making me feel like I wasn't putting any clothes on.

After perusing my body to his satisfaction, his gaze found my eyes where I proceeded to glare at him with all the heat I could muster. What in God's name gave him the right to look at me like that? He didn't react to my fiery glare, but instead raised one elegant brow and then he let his eyes slid over to Tom who was tense as a board beside me, staring with a mixture of conflicting emotions at Audrey.

"Tom," he called out his voice as smooth as honey and gestured for him to come over. Tom hesitated for a moment, clearly he didn't think it very wise going there and honestly, I didn't want him to. I wanted to be as faraway from those two as I possibly could. That way my crush would remain just what it was. A crush. And I wouldn't give in to the urge to slap Audrey senseless.

Tom though took a deep breath and began striding over to the duo, taking my hesitant self along with him. I knew without a single doubt in my mind that this meeting was going to be very awkward. My best friend's ex girlfriend with his boss, forming a complicated love triangle and I would be caught right in the middle of it.

I didn't like but well, life had never been fair, and it wasn't going to start now, that's for sure. So, I squared up my chin and refused to cower.

Soon enough, we reached the duo and I had to take a step back, breathing in deeply.

I had only ever seen him in the magazines, always with a different woman hanging on his arm but I had never seen him face-to-face before. Those magazines covers and gossip columns didn't do him any justice. The sheer aura of power combined with pure raw masculinity was so overwhelming when standing this close to him. He was also very tall. I felt like a twig standing in front of him.

I tried to rid my head from those horrid thoughts. I should be comforting my best friend right now not swooning after a man. And not just any man but his boss who was with his ex. That fact was like a bucket of cold water to my face, enough to pull my head from any delusions.

I squeezed his arm to reassure him that if nothing else I was there for him. He glanced at me, giving me an almost imperceptible nod. I noticed DeSantis watch this movement as if trying to figure us out.