Ashes Revenge ✔️

Chapter 8: Backfire

Scarlett

It's been a week since I've talked to Wes, and I still didn't asked for a key of the house, so I'm heading right now to the office.

Things in here are pretty good, Mason still is a bit pissed with me because of my tease but whatever.

I spent my days either on the gym, outside running, or in the kitchen. And I've already started to make smalk talks with some of the guys.

Until now they're all pretty cool.

I knock on the door to get no response, so after knocking again, I decide to go to his bedroom. It's earlier, and I'm still on my pj's, that is a white t-shirt and some black sport shorts.

I was too lazy to change and I showered last night.

Sue me.

Knocking on the door he answers with a 'it's open' sentence, and I enter it.

His room is black, like is soul.

Get it? No? Ok, forget it.

It has dark walls, white cealing, a king size bed in the middle with a black blanket, a Tv in front of it and a armchair on the corner, next to his window, where he is right now, looking to the outside.

The light illuminates his half naked body and his devilish messy hair. He's just in gray sweatpants revealing his beautifull tanned tattooed body, with a toned six pack and his V line perfectly defined.

Damn.

"Like what you see?" His sexy voice takes me away from checking him out, and I look at his eyes, mirroring his smirk.

"Perhaps."

He chuckles, the sound giving butterflies to my core. "Perhaps is an understandment by the way you're drooling, kitten."

"Ha. Ha. Real smooth." I roll my eyes sending him a sarcastic smile.

Drooling my ass.

"What are you here for? Finish your little teasing?" he asks coming closer to me, until I have to crack my neck up a little to look at his eyes.

"Did it affect you that much?" I whisper, trailing my index finger through his chest.

I'm impressed by how hard and soft it is.

Hot damn.

He grunts cupping my ass pushing me closer. "I hope you like it rough, because when I get my cock inside of you, you'll beg me to not stop." He whispers with a husky voice and I clamp my tights shut, my finger stopping in the middle of his chest.

Well fuck, who's teasing who now?

I regain my posture looking at his eyes, instead of his chest. "Good for me then, yeah?"

He smirks at me, trailing his hand inside of my shorts. I take a sharp breath at the warm feeling. "You have no idea."

He pushes me against the wall, his hand playing with the strap of my panties. We look into each other eyes, he's smirking and I'm trying to control my breath.

I gasp when his finger slides to my already wet core through the panties.

"I bet you're already wet, in there." He taps the same place, and I bit my lip to prevent the moan trying to escape my mouth.

I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall when he starts to rub my core through the fabric.

Fuck, so much for some key.