Scarlett Book 1 E-Book

J. Garcia

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

In a city crawling with supernatural creatures, the sultry and free spirited Scarlett Stone thrives for the attention of Gabriel, a dazzling mysterious nightwalker. Meanwhile, Vincent his brother develops an insatiable affection for her and envies Gabriel. 

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Copyright©2020 by J. Garcia

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Unzipping my leather high heel boots was easy getting out of them was not. I bent silently behind the large tree slipping them off. He was far away enough to hear my heart beat. He would only be here for a cherishing hour. This was my chance for a clear shot. I'm going for. Call me fearless or just plain stupid but I wanted to capture that nightwalker so badly.

“Alright,” I salivated my shivering lips.

One, two, three and go.

I jumped from behind the tree crouching on the cold itchy grass. My bare feet were to be the sacrifice of triumph. Positioning the lens gingerly I snapped quickly once I had him in the scope.

I worked out the digital camera like a teenager on graduation day.

Sneaking back to the tree I checked the shots. They came out better than I would’ve hoped. He was beautiful. Man, what I would give to kiss that piece of perfection. So pale and grim. It tempted me. Excited my soul. Things I never felt from my own kind. I sounded pitiful yet it was still the truth. Gabriel, come and rescue me. In my dreams you do. In reality it looks like I'll have to come to you.

I'm so tired of waiting of watching him. Such a reserved creature, one I long to fill with happiness to give him a kind he's never known.

I brought the small screen to my lips. My beautiful nightwalker. Even these faint images of him made me melt. At least I have something to keep selfishly.

I was determined to catch sweet pale mug from these new sharp lenses. I learnt his routine following it so I could eventually get some decent snaps of him.

I scrambled for my boots dusting the grass dirt off them. For a moment I imagined myself walking to that wooden bench offering him a wave asking to sit beside. I wanted so bad to tell him I wasn’t afraid. I wanted to know how it felt to rest my head on his shoulder while gazing with him at the bright sky.

I couldn’t explain what overcame me when had first glimpse this pale ridden, solemn man. It was like a powerful force that drew me in.

I checked the time on my phone. I'm late for work.

I stooped for a last peep. His neck switched to the side. I stooped lower behind the tree.

Could he smell me? Hear my heart pumping? If he did, why didn’t he swiftly disappear like he always does. He instantly turned into a beam passing my eyes. Goodbye.

***

The hostess pointed him and told her I don’t want to be escorted. I stood at the corner for moment observing my date. His palms were shaky, he drank heavy continuously looking over his shoulder like he was a paranoid basket case. All that was left for him to do was write guilty across that broad forehead. A quite stout fellow he was, one that like the attention of women as much as a nice piece of cherry pie. Sometimes, not often, I would a tip of sympathy for these guys for what they'll have to go through when they go home the next day. Tonight, I had hero. Only ones that strike a chord in me were those whom slightly resembled my nightwalker prince. It was a personal pleasure to be reminded of me when I wasn’t stalking like a hungry dog.

I kept Chubby Joe waiting long enough.

“Oh, oh, jeez. You made it.”

He said getting off the bar stool straightening his jacket nervously. For rich guy he sustain manly confidence. I guess it's precisely why gold diggers toyed with him on and on.

“Sorry, I held up.”

I shrugged apologetic. Purposely arriving late allowed me to summarized which organ was running things. The brain between their legs never failed to win.

“No need to explain, darling. You’re here is all that matters. Can I take your coat.”

“Please.”

I replied curt. His face froze at the sight of black dress hugging all my curves and displaying a enticing V neck of cleavage at the top.

“Phil,” I met his wondering eyes.

“Pardon me, I'll just go check this.”

He said jittered.

“Good boy.”

He was already too far to hear me.

I smirked to myself getting comfortable on the stool next his.

“Cosmo, hold the lime.”

The bartender nodded while tending someone else.

At the right end of the bar sat my tall and pale friend. It freaks me out every time knowing he was Gabriel twin yet the differences were so vivid to me. That ominous stare he had along with his coarse voice and carefree demeanor.

“I see you already ordered.”

My date, Phil, waddled back admiring what he saw for the second time.

The pale man vanished in a head turn like he always did. Spying on me whether near or from a distance became an amusing hobby for him.

How I envied Vincent, or rather the things he could do whenever he wanted. I wondered what that kind of freedom felt like and knowing you’ll have it forever.

“I like your tie. It's sexy.”

His tiny mouth froze as he about to sip his drink.

“Uh, thank you. It's actually brand new.”

He said holding out grey striped material.

I smiled seductively at the fat fart.

“I can tell it has fresh smell.”

I tugged to my nose his neck yanked with it. He flinched on the stool. His mind mist be puzzling and fantasizing, but not for much longer.

“Phil.”

I murmured edging to his unsteady mouth.

“Yeah, Scarlett.”

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

I put forth boldly.

“You'll have to tell what it is you’re thinking.”

He blinked unevenly at me.

I grinned a dirty little grin grazing my knee on his crotch.

“That we skip the chit chat after we finish our drinks and…maybe spend the rest of the night at your place.”

I could’ve sworn I saw his chest inflate.

I met Phil at a club a week ago. A dance club he certainly made use to boast his money in turn pick up chicks. He was the successful owner of computer software company. A nerd with doe. I visited his visited his booth did some serious flirting before leaving with my number. Not even two days yet and he phones for a date. Just as I planned, they always call because they always hate to be left wanting. So is the case of losers weak for women, or more for what’s between their legs.

He fought with his key to get the door unlocked fast. A lavish condo, this he called his home. I laughed myself hiding my amusement.

“Can I get you anything?”

He asked unsure of what happens next.

No worries big guy weren’t gonna cut to chase.

I got out my coat and didn’t stop there. Slowly I slipped off my dress shoulder by shoulder. Phil stood gawking and salivating.

I stepped my way to him in my dark pantyhose and red garner belt. My bra and panties matched they were red and black silk. Equipped for raw seduction.

I grabbed his tie leading him to his bed.

“Fuck.”

He shrieked excitedly undoing his clothes.

“Wow, you’re really something.”

His hand came to my taut stomach.

I slapped his wrist hard. He gritted reverting it from me.

“I'll be doing all the touching, baby.”

I assured him.

“No, I want to feel you.”

He whined desperate gawking at my silk clad boobs barely concealed at the top. He licked his tiny lips. I dug the heel of my boot on his hairy chest pushing on his back. “Don’t worry you'll get your chance.”

He smiled anxious from below me. “Anything you say, mama.” He laid patient and compliant.

“Give me your hands.”

“Why?”

He asked confused.

“You’ll see you'll love it too.”

I purred planting a kiss on his ample forehead staining with my cherry lipstick.

He glanced at me curious when I retrieved two hand cuffs from my coat pocket.

“Am I being arrested?”

He chuckled.

I crawled playfully to him pressing my hand on his bulging cock.

He yelped.

“That’s right bad boy.”

I purred in his ear.

“Fuck, I had no idea you were a kinky one.”

“You’re about to find out just how much, baby. Hands.”

I demanded.

He wooed playing along.

I cuffed both his wrists to the bed posts ensuring they were locked properly.

“So, what now, sexy kitty?”

He inquired staring at me like already knew what I was gonna do next.

I grinned watching his cock sprout. I sat and unhooked my bra. He face brightened but then furrowed when I tied the straps around his head. The round cups blocking his vision completely.

“Hey,” He whined with a frown.

I slapped his perverted face.

“Asswipe.”

I spat.

“What?”

He baffled.

I went to get my coat while he kept yelling hysteric.

“Scarlett, where are you. What is this?”

He shrieked from the bedroom.

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