Chapter 1 Book I - 1

LUKE Cambridge was nothing more than the place my father threw me to spend the next three months of life. It was where I’d lost everything that shone brightly before my eyes, and compassion was shredded from me. But to deal with everything once more, I should at least enjoy myself in every possible way. I’d booked a suite at the Ritz Carlton, where I was leaning on the bed, entangling my fingers in a woman’s hair, devouring my shaft. She was teasingly sliding her tongue around my tip. “Mm… you’re perfect.” I groaned. I pushed her head down as she pressed her lips to cover my entire length. Over the past three hours, I’d bent her over the table and fucked her relentlessly. It was satisfying, but in the next few days, I’d have to find someone else. She took me in her mouth again. The pleasure was building up in me; my legs stiffened, and my body was telling me to let go. I slightly pushed her head to move her away, but she didn’t move. She went down deeper and sucked me harder. I scowled and tried to pull her off again, but it was too late. Thick spurts of my cock exploded into her mouth. She looked at me hungrily as she swallowed every last drop. When she was finally moving away, I sprang up and zipped my pants. “Shall we have dinner and then go on with a few rounds?” I raised an eyebrow, confused. “I told you I never fucked a woman twice, but I did agree to sex that’ll make you forget every man who’d ever had your pussy.” That was how exactly women wanted it to start. A senseless conversation, some sex, and at the end of the day, she would begin to think there was something more. I was done with that. “Can’t you consider it since we’ve been talking for a few days? Exam week is coming, and I have no time to chat with you.” Right, yes. I met her on Meet and Greet , an online dating site. Her profile said she was a professor at a university. “No, thanks.”“Hmm, why don’t we just tell each other something real? My real name’s Chloe, not Anna. I’m not a professor but an undergraduate from Boston University. I’m not really from Harvard. I drove several hours just to meet you, and I don’t give my real info to strangers.” She smiled sheepishly as if her lies were something to brag about. “What, you just screw with people, is that it?” I shook my head in disbelief. The fact that she lied about her name and school was a major turn-off. “Are you going to stay here, or do you have another date to screw tonight?”“How dare you?” She scowled at me, her voice rising. “Is there something wrong with my question?”“Wow...” She shook her head. “Someday, you’ll regret doing this.”“Regret doing what?”“ This . Wasting a woman’s time, trying to look interested, fuck her, and then moving on to the next.”“I never gave false hopes.”“One day, you’ll get a taste of your own medicine,” she continued. “You know what, Chloe, or whatever your name is, I don’t give a fuck what you think about my future.” Years ago, this was my favorite place. It was where I dreamt, hoped, fell in love, and spent days with the people I trusted. I created my own world with the people I loved, but all of it ended up a broken dream when I discovered the person I loved the most was fucking another man. I wasn’t a dramatic kind of person—well, I was . I was sentimental, compassionate, and considerate—which I now despised. Fortunately, I was able to regain half of myself when Dad remarried. My stepmother, Gene, was a bit unapproachable at first. However, she showed me that I could trust someone. And to end this fucking overview of my life, I liked the person I’d become. At least no one would dare get inside me again, see through me, and break my trust. I’d been looking online for a woman to screw since last year. I found it entertaining and interesting, knowing I could choose whoever I wanted to screw without commitments. I never trusted a woman online—all I wanted was their wet core. I scrolled through my inbox and checked if I had emails from any women I might be able to meet this weekend. I deleted the other uninteresting messages, especially fake profiles. Then, another email popped up. The message was from Ericka and the only email I kept in my inbox for some compelling reason. She was twenty-eight, a Harvard graduate, working in an IT company in Cambridge. We’d been sending senseless emails for three months. She was fun to talk to, and she was sexy as fuck when she started the dirty talk. I opened her message. Subject: I need help I need help with deleting your relentless messages. What is this all about? There are tons of women to find in this app, and you’re supposed to be with one because it’s Saturday, and yet here you are, interrupting me in the middle of my meditation. I need to loosen up since I’m supposed to finish my new Esri ArcGIS API-based project, but I’ve hardly started, and your messages keep popping on my screen. Ericka Subject: Re: I need help Well, I was waiting for you to finally open your account to tell you that I’m in Cambridge right now, just a few minutes away from you. Maybe this is the right time to finally show up. You’ve been teasing me for three months with your smart mouth. Now, will you tell me where you are so we can talk face-to-face? Jax Subject: Re: Re: I need help Well, Jax, I already told you I’m sharing a room with someone. There’s no chance we could meet. However, I don’t plan on revealing my face even if I'm alone. It’s against my rules. I don’t meet men from online. Ericka Damn it. I tossed the phone on the bed. We met through another app, Pro-Express Chat, founded at Harvard. It was a simple social networking application that allowed the user to chat anonymously. No profile pictures, feeds, comment boxes, or even blogs. Nothing. Just an inbox and a few details such as name and age, gender, relationship status, and occupation. Every user must be a professional and a graduate of Harvard. Additionally, you must be invited by the admins to register. Either you were a doctor, professor, architect, artist, or CEO (like me). I never wanted to try the app, but since I don’t mix any of my personal shit anymore, only interested in hard sex, I gave it a try. The app was intended for professional chat only, but screw the rules. My one protocol was to get their personal number to call them. And I had Ericka’s number. “Why don’t you just give me your address and real name? I’m tired of just talking to you over the phone.” She laughed deliciously. I just liked hearing her voice. “We’ll never meet. It’s impossible. Besides, I’m busy.”“I don’t care about your excuses. Would you like to know my address and my name? I just moved in.”“I don’t know why you’re in Cambridge right now, but I’m not interested. I can’t lose a friend when all you ever want is one night. You’re going to throw me away, just like the others.”“I’m sure it won’t be just one night for us,” I admitted. “I can make an exception since you’ve earned my trust.”“Oh, really? This should be good.”“Yes, so what is it? Tell me. I’ll be willing to come and get you.”“I don’t think so. Hey, I need to go, Jax.”“Wait! Okay. I’m giving you a week. If you don’t want to meet up, I’m done talking with you.” She chuckled. “I’m sure you won’t do that.”“I am sure that I would.”“No, you won’t.”“Why not?”“Because you like the sound of my voice.” Yes, I liked the sounds she made whenever she begged me to make her come on the phone. She could make me hard just by listening to her voice alone. “I’m pretty sure I like the sound of you moaning. ” I sighed. “Look, I can’t continue our friendship like this. I need to see you. One week, Ericka.”“I can’t. I’m going to New York to see my parents this week. Did you forget? It’s been a long time since I last saw my mother.”“That’s good, then. I’ll put New York on my schedule this week, and then I’ll meet you. I’ll take you to New York.” Silence. “Ericka?”“What? I don’t know. I can’t promise.”“Listen to me very carefully. I’m very good at tracking people. I could find anyone in a blink, and the only reason I’m not doing it yet is that I respect that you’re not ready. But this isn’t going anywhere. I need to be buried inside you. I would like to hear you scream my name. My real name when I devour every inch of you. If you don’t agree, I’m going to find you.” I heard her breath skip. “Don’t you think that’s illegal?”“I will take every risk.”“Jax,” she called. “Okay, but not this week. Give me two weeks. Please? This week is a bad time.”“Done. Fourteen days and you will tell me your address. Fourteen fucking days, Ericka, or we’re done.”“Okay! Okay! Stop intimidating me.”“Good. That’s good, then, Ericka. Good night.”

Chapter 2 Book I - 2

SCARLET A few weeks ago I was always lonely. I’ve never been happy. How about you? Are you lonely? By the way, what happened with your date? – Ericka No. I’m not. Forget about my date because she’s a fucking liar and the thing I hate the most are fucking liars – Jax Maybe you need to try and understand that they have their reasons – Ericka He did not respond after I sent him those words. Jax clearly said he wasn’t into crybabies and had no remorse over his actions, and I believed him. He fucked different women every week—like an endless loop. I lied to Jax about many things, but I couldn’t seem to let him go. He was fun to talk to. The late-night phone calls were getting hot, and he knew exactly what I needed. He knew exactly how to make me too damned wet. The sound of his voice was delicious enough to make me aroused. I imagined Jax as a very, very attractive man. How much more would he affect me if I saw him? It’d been several months since I joined the social media app. Mom came by my apartment and borrowed my computer. She’d logged into her email, which I accidentally opened later. The subject in the email caught me and stopped me from logging out. It was an interesting title in all capital letters. ANONYMOUS CHAT EXCLUSIVE FOR HARVARD ALUMNI Since Mom was an alumnus of Harvard, she received a link straight to Pro-Express Chat. I never actually wanted to use it, but I knew it would help me in the future. I’d only planned to use it to speak with the IT graduates for educational purposes. I felt a bit guilty using Mom’s link without her knowledge. I lay on the soft foam of my bed, then grabbed my phone from the bedside table and signed in to the app. I composed a message to Jax. Subject: Two weeks busy You’ve been busy. And I’ve been thinking. How do you do it? I mean, how do you date that many women? Do you still dine at a restaurant before you go to the hotel? Are you the kind of guy who buys gifts? Ericka I bit my lip and thought about what he would respond to. A notification popped up. Damn it, Jax. You’re only interested in one kind of message. Subject: Re: Two weeks busy I don’t date. What the hell are those questions? Do you want me to book a few reservations for us? Jax Subject: Re: Re: Two weeks busy I thought you said it was only for one night? Ericka Subject: Re: Re: Re: Two weeks busy If it were you, I could make an exception. Jax I laughed. Really? Was he going to make an exception? For me? I was still amused that I couldn’t think of what to reply to, but his name appeared on my phone screen. I answered the call right away. “Jax,” I breathed. “What took you so long?” he asked, his voice irritated, “I don’t mind flying to Cambridge right now if you just tell me where you live.”“I asked you because I was curious.” I bit my lip. “What do you look like?”“Let me see you if you want to know what I look like.” I gasped quietly, my mouth getting dry. “Seriously, Jax.”“I look like a man who wants my face between your legs. How about you? What do you look like?” NOW “Yes, Mom. I’m already packing.” I put my phone on a loudspeaker to pack my things properly. She’d been calling me endlessly since last night, reassuring herself that I would come home for the weekend. After Mom remarried, I never saw my stepfather or his son again. I flew to Cambridge to study, and they never visited me. To be honest, I didn’t have any expectations that they would. Thomas was always busy with work, but he was kind to me. As for his son Luke? To him, I was invisible. “I’m just so excited to see you, honey. It’s okay if it’s not my birthday, and I understand you are busy, but please just let Thomas’ driver pick you up at the airport next week,” she said, her voice high-pitched as usual. “No, Mom, but thank you. You know me, I don’t want to be treated like a princess with a bodyguard.” I stood and walked over to stand in front of the mirror. I let down my wavy, dark brown hair and stared at my reflection, finishing my makeup with a swipe of lip gloss. I then popped my mouth. I didn’t want to tell Mom I was flying to New York tonight. Though she knew I was going to come home, she had no idea that I would arrive early for her fiftieth birthday. It was Thomas’ idea. “I just want to give the best for my only baby,” she said. “I’m not your only one. I have a stepbrother, remember?”“You’re still my only one. Lucas is never home, but he promised to attend the party tonight. Oh, by the way, honey, Luke is in Cambridge. Didn’t Thomas tell you that he arrived there a few days ago?”“Luke’s here? No, Thomas didn’t mention anything,” I murmured. “Why don’t you ask Luke to meet? You two haven’t seen each other for a long time,” she suggested, and I shivered oddly as if someone had poured cold water over my head. For the record, the wedding day was the first and last time I saw him. I noticed that every time Mom talked about Luke, my stomach would start churning, and there was always this inexplicable pressure in my chest. Of course, I couldn’t tell her I had a big crush on Luke and was always curious to know about him. I secretly stalked him on G****e. I looked for social media accounts he might have, but there was nothing. I only found articles about him and the company. I tried and searched if he was dating, but there weren’t pictures of him with a woman. I bit my lip hard as I remembered his face at the wedding. Luke was the epitome of male beauty. An utter perfection. Every time Mom talked about him, every hormone in me rose. So, I didn’t think meeting him was a good idea. “We’re not close.” Mom heaved a sigh. “Would you believe me if he said the same when I asked him to meet you?” I rolled my eyes. Of course, he wasn’t interested in meeting his one and only stepsister. “I’m not surprised.”“Oh, well. That’s Luke. You’ll get to know him when you come home. I really miss you, honey.” Damn, I was strangely excited. Butterflies filled my stomach. “I miss you too, Mom.” So much. Then, we hung up. I slid my phone into my pocket and grabbed my suitcase.

Chapter 3 Book I - 3

SCARLET I still couldn’t get over the thought of Luke being here in Cambridge. I’d been debating with myself whether to show up and introduce myself formally, but how could I? I couldn’t ask Mom for his number. I didn’t know where he lived. However, I was more concerned about what I would feel if I saw him. I would certainly have mixed emotions. I’d heard Thomas assigned him to a new business project in Cambridge, and he would stay for three months. It would be enough time before I graduate in two months. I badly needed the help of someone with IT expertise for my thesis. Luke had been an IT genius during his Harvard days. I frowned at my wristwatch. The Uber came at last, after fifteen minutes of waiting. I dragged my suitcase along with me and stepped into the car. To my irritation, my phone rang the moment I settled in the car. “Good evening, Miss Scarlet Carter?” The driver greeted me. “Your destination is JFK airport?”“Yes, thank you.” I drew out the phone from my pocket. Jax’s name appeared on the screen. “Yes, what is it?” I snapped. “What’s with your tone?”“I’m sorry. I’m going to be late for my nine o’clock flight.”“Is it today?” he asked, then cleared his throat. “Yes. Why did you call me?”“I just want to remind you of our agreement. Nine days to go, Ericka.” I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you just find another woman to screw this weekend?”“Unfortunately, I’ve been busy. I flew back home last night.” He groaned. I noticed the grogginess in his voice. Jax told me he was a businessman and often flies around the world. I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but he made it clear how much he hated liars, so I guess he was telling the truth. Though, I didn’t bother asking about it. I frowned. “Isn’t your home in New York? I still don’t understand the coincidences between us.”“Yet, you won’t let me see you. I’m starting to hate answering your queries about your job. Are you sure you’re a graduate?”“Of course I am. I wouldn’t be able to register in the app if I wasn’t, right? Also, as I said, your expertise in IT is wider than mine. I’m still new to this.”“I’m pretty sure you also didn’t give your real name on Pro-Express.”“Ericka is my real name,” I lied. “But I’m sure yours isn’t Jax.”“Do you want me to tell you my real name?”“No. Thank you,” I declined right away. I had stalker tendencies. If I knew about him, I would search for his name on the internet. “You’ll soon find out when we meet.”“What if I’m ugly?”“I’m pretty sure you’re not.”“I said, what if? What if I’m not your type?”“Then I’ll cover your head with the bedsheet.” I laughed. “Okay, okay. Because I’m sure you’ll be disappointed. I’m not pretty.”“I don’t care. I only care about how wet you could get if I’m inside you.” And there, I felt something building up inside me. “You don’t care about appearance, do you?”“No. I care, but it would be much easier if you’d tell me what you look like.”“I look like a woman.” I giggled. “Why are you in New York? Didn’t you just arrive in Cambridge a few days ago?”“It’s family matters. Something came up,” he said. “I can easily find you when you get here, you know?”“You won’t do that.”“I said I could. I didn’t say I will. And I don’t stalk. I only search for people if they commit fraud.”“Good. Because I’m going to sue you.” He laughed softly. “I’ll see you in nine days. When is your flight back?” I shrugged. “Maybe in a week.”“Good, I have to hang up. Have a safe flight, Ericka.”“Thanks.” I hung up and tried to call Thomas, but his line was busy, so I just sent him a message. I told him about my expected time of arrival. I just hoped he received it. He’d insisted on having me picked up at the airport. He was happy that I was finally coming home. If only he could wrap me in a box with a ribbon as a present to my mother. Thomas was a great man and a good husband to Mom. He never stopped talking about how much he loved her whenever we talked over the phone. But I’d heard that he was a strict man and the King of the house—and me being late could upset him. However, his son Luke was no prince since he hardly stayed in the house. Then that made my Mom the Queen. I wonder… would they treat me like a princess? I giggled at the thought, but I remembered I didn’t want to be one. The flight went smoothly. Honestly, I was excited and nervous at the same time. It’d been six years since I last saw New York. As usual, the airport was crowded. I dragged my luggage off the baggage carousel and decided to find Thomas’ driver. After a few minutes of searching, I still couldn’t find him. Mom said he should be a man in his early forties, and he had my picture so he would quickly find me. My shoulders and feet were beginning to feel heavy. I thought he got stuck in traffic. I drew out my phone and decided to call Thomas. But, as I was scrolling through my contacts, someone approached me. I lifted my head to see who, and to my surprise, Luke was standing in front of me. I gasped a little at the sight of him. My heart pounded abnormally. “Hello, little sister,” he greeted. His voice was cultured and strangely familiar. My imagination and memory didn’t do justice to how beautiful he was. He was even more gorgeous than when I last saw him. He was dressed in a tailored, navy-blue suit with a gray silk tie and a Constantin wristwatch, and I was sure he was wearing a pair of custom-made shoes. My knees started to feel weak. Luke’s deep gray eyes pierced through mine, and his chiseled jaw was sharp and defined. “Luke,” I breathed. “How did you find me?” He flashed out a half-smile. I almost melted. “I remembered your face a little.”“Where’s…. Where’s the driver?” I asked, my mouth still feeling dry. He was too beautiful; it was too much to handle. “He’s not here. Come on.” He snatched the handle of my suitcase from me. I felt tingles in my stomach when his fingers brushed mine. “Wait. What’s going on? How come you are here?”“Unfortunately, Dad asked me to come and pick you up.” He looked briefly at his wristwatch, his left eyebrow raised. “Come. It’s getting late.” Luke walked first.

Chapter 4 Book I - 4

LUKE There were many reasons why I shouldn’t listen to Dad’s inconvenient request, and I was pretty much having a great time before he called. I could understand his attachment to Gene. My stepmother was one of a kind and the sweetest thing that had ever happened to our lives. I couldn’t list everything she’d done for us. She was a mother to me. Period. However, Gene was enough. I didn’t like the idea of having a little sister. If it were a brother, I’d give it consideration. In addition, giving out even the slightest part of my property that I worked my ass off for to a stranger was quite ridiculous. But since Dad asked nicely, I had no choice but to do it. Lastly, picking up this new little sister wasn’t that hard, but engaging in extra family matters was never my thing. At the airport, I didn’t see her right away. She was hard to remember. I’d only seen her once before. All I could recall was the skinny girl with mesmerizing brown eyes. On the other hand, it was astonishing how time could change someone. When I finally found her, she was too good to be true. She was one of the most beautiful faces I had ever laid eyes on. Her curves had changed through the years; I figured she was a late bloomer. Her breasts were full and round, stretching the fabric of her tight shirt as if they were screaming to burst out. I groaned when she sat in the backseat. “What are you doing? Sit in the front. I’m not your driver.”“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, then moved into the front and buckled her seatbelt. “You remembered me,” she stated, her mouth curved with the slightest smile. Oddly, she sounded familiar. I wonder where I heard her voice. “Yes, but don’t think I’m friendly. I’m doing this for Gene. Do you understand?” Her face went from red to pale, then she nodded. She still had the smallest face, like how I remembered her, and it was making me fucking mad for some reason I didn’t understand. “Is that how you normally communicate?” I had to ask. “W-what? No,” she breathed. “It’s just… This is the first time we’ve actually talked.” I swear I’ve heard her voice before . “Yes, this is,” I agreed, freeing my mind from such absurd thoughts. I revved the engine and pulled out of the place. SCARLET After the numerous heartaches in the past, I’d learned to divide the men I was attracted to into two categories. The first category could be described as ‘the dangerous ones.’ They were men that would leave you when they were done. Jax landed into that category. Then, there were ‘the safe ones.’ They were the type of men who wouldn’t expect anything from you and the kind that you wouldn’t get too attached to. However, I didn’t want to put Luke in either of those categories. He was my stepbrother—he was supposed to be out of the picture. He was precisely the man I should avoid. I’d already had a crush on him in the past, but now I wanted him. If he were mine, I’d move my hands all over him—pleasure him, and whisper goodness in his ears. His presence made my skin itch as if I were yearning to feel him against my body, against my inner thighs. I imagined running my fingers along that strong jaw and kissing him senselessly. I would inhale his musk wood cologne and aftershave. His exquisite display of male beauty had me burning between my thighs. But from the moment our eyes met, I knew I should be running. Damn. The thoughts scared me instantly. Every hair on my skin stood as a witness to my fear. I’d almost forgotten that he was my stepbrother. I thought of calling Jax to relieve the sexual tension. Maybe later at home. “Are you going to stay here for the week?” he suddenly spoke. “Yes, Thomas asked me.” He glanced at me. “Are you staying with them?”“Yes.” I tried to divert my mind by looking through the window, filling my eyes with the beauty of New York City night lights. “Actually, I’d like to move up here.” To my surprise, he nodded, and his eyes glimmered. “It makes you feel alive.” I smiled. “How so?” He didn’t answer but smirked. “I heard you were in Cambridge,” I went on, trying to start a proper conversation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your number to call you while you were there.”“It’s alright. I’m busy anyway. I won’t be able to meet you.” I cleared my throat. “That’s what I heard.”“I wouldn’t mind giving you my number, though.” He flashed a sexy smile. “You’re my new little sister.” He abruptly stopped the car. “Are we home?” I looked outside, but it didn’t look like Thomas’ house. We stopped in front of the posh entrance of Hotel B. A five-star hotel Luke alone owned. A giant letter B was embossed just right above the opulent entrance. I’d heard from Mom that the B stood for “Bella.”“Why are we here?” I asked. “Because Dad has a plan.” He first stepped out of the car and turned around to open the door for me. “And you need to get dressed.” I stepped out of the car. “For what?”“Dad didn’t tell you?”“He didn’t say anything urgent. No.” He studied me from head to toe. “Do you happen to have a dress?” I looked down at my casual shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. “I… I guess so. I think I brought one in my suitcase.”“Good. You need to change.” Luke plucked my suitcase out of his car and dragged it with him. I tried to catch up with him. “Hey, what’s the occasion? It’s already nine and—” I paused. “Wait.  Mom’s birthday party is tonight. I remembered her mentioning it over the phone.” He stopped by the lobby. “You don’t know a single thing, do you? The party starts at eleven.” I frowned. “But I thought it was tomorrow. Thomas said—”“Stop talking. This is the plan.” He rolled his eyes, then he dropped my suitcase on the floor. I gasped. “Hey! Did you just toss my—” I lowered and picked up my luggage, but when I got up, he was already gone, “bag…” Did he just leave me?

Chapter 5 Book I - 5

SCARLET Since I had nowhere to go, I went to the reception and tried to book myself a room, but there was already a reservation under my name. Luke might have had it prepared for me—or maybe Thomas. Luke was no gentleman. Certainly, he was nothing like his father. If only I knew he was a jerk like this, I wouldn’t have fantasized about him for the last six years. I dragged my suitcase with me and stepped into the elevator as soon as I got my key card. Good thing my room was a suite. I freaking needed a good bath. First, I dug into my suitcase and laid out the only dress I could ever bring. A Burberry crimson backless dress with a hem two inches above the knee and a pair of Christian Louboutin silver stilettos. Fortunately, I also got my charms and my ruby necklace. I touched the gem with my finger and briefly admired its beauty. I wasn’t greedy, and I’d never imagined myself wearing these extravagant things before Mom’s marriage. It’s not that I desired any of it, but when Mom married Thomas, I wouldn’t deny that I also lived in luxury. My stepfather was generous. He provided things for me. I lived in an apartment leased in my name in Cambridge, paid for my education, and provided me everything I needed—not to mention he was also a good adviser. However, there were times I wondered what Luke thought of me. Did he think I wanted his father’s fortune? Was that why he couldn’t like me or accept me as his stepsister? Thomas did mention that I needed to sign papers for the transfer of assets, but I didn’t want any of it. I had had enough of the material things. But who knows? Maybe he changed his mind. Enough thinking about Luke. My mind screamed at me. I had to get moving. I stepped into the bathroom and had a delightful bath. Shortly after, I slid everything on, hurriedly did a smokey-eye look, and finished the evening makeup with a touch of red lipstick. All I needed to do now was inform Thomas about my arrival at the party and get myself an Uber. However, I stopped as I noticed the blinking of my notifications. 13 missed calls from Thomas 2 missed calls from Jax and another message from him I ignored Thomas’s missed calls because I was a bad daughter and opened Jax’s message. Jax: Have you arrived yet? I bit my fingernail, thinking of a reply. Me: Yes. I just arrived. Thank you. Can I just call you later? I need to get an Uber. Jax: Getting out already? Good for you. I’m stuck with my family tonight. I giggled. I was about to be stuck with my family, too. Me: I’m starting to count. It’s going to be three weeks, and you still didn’t find a date. Jax: Except there’s still one woman in NY that I haven’t fucked. Just tell me if you want to advance our meet-up. Me: Hey, I really need to go. I’m over-dressed tonight and might ruin my makeup if I don’t go now. I’m going to be late. Jax: Do you have a date? I didn’t answer and texted Thomas instead. On my way, Thomas. See you later :* – Scar I was about to put my phone in my purse, but my phone buzzed. It was Jax again. “Damn it,” I cursed but answered the call anyway. “What? I’m busy.”“Then why did you pick up the phone?”“Because the sound of my voice makes you hard,” I joked. I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, Jax. I told you I’m busy.”“Funny,” he said, but he didn’t sound pleased. “You didn’t answer my question. You have a date?” Did he call just to ask me that? “So what if I have?” He groaned. “That’s not such a good idea for you to fuck someone else before me. Can’t you wait for us to meet? Then you’re free to go.” I sighed in frustration. “Don’t push your possessive shit over me. I don’t know how your brain works—but for someone who fucks different women weekly, you had the guts to say that to me?”“So, you’re really going out tonight, huh? Where are you going?”“Why should I tell you?”“No reason. I’m just asking.” I rolled my eyes. “Where else? To meet my family. I’m not going on a date. Happy now?”“I thought it wasn’t until tomorrow.” His tone softened. “It’s a boring night for us, isn’t it?”“Mine should be heartbreaking. I miss my mother,” I said. It’s like Jax grew on me. I loved talking about personal things with him because, unlike the others, he would only listen, literally, without speaking. “Can I call you later?”“Always.” I heard him chuckle before he finally hung up.