“What?” Vivian yelled over the phone, expressing shock over what Scarlett had just said. She didn't expect such a thing from her; besides, what even gave her the right to talk to her like that?
“You have never been responsible at work. I left my company in your care for you to take care of it, but all you've done is abandon it and go about traveling, meeting up with different fuck boys, and spending money on them, Mom." Scarlett raged.
“I thought you wanted to settle down with Adrian? Why are you still sleeping around?” She questioned.
Scarlett knew that her mother would never change; she felt some kind of pity for Adrian, knowing that her mother was going to end up breaking his young heart.
“I.. I..” Vivian stammered, suddenly becoming intimidated by her own daughter. Scarlett spoke with so much authority that she found herself becoming scared.
“You have nothing to say, mom; you can't defend your lazy ass. I know what to do, and I think I will relieve you of your duties so that you can have enough time to frolic around. I don't see any reason why you should keep getting paid for work that you didn't do. The company can't afford to keep paying you to go around sleeping with different men.” Scarlett fumed. She tapped her foot angrily on the floor.
“Are you threatening me?” Vivian finally found her voice after several minutes of silence.
"Listen, Mom, it was my decision to make you acting president until I'm 18 so that you can supervise the activities of this company. I am 18 now, and I can finally handle the company and do whatever I want.” Scarlett answered bluntly, her voice laced with every ounce of seriousness that she could summon.
“Scarlett, you are still a student. I'm your mother.” Vivian cried.
“That may be true, but you don't expect me to allow you to keep handling things the way you are; everything my father worked for will go down the drain, and I can't let that happen. I have to step up and be responsible. If you don't sit up, you'll have yourself to blame.” With that, she hung up. She wasn't interested in hearing her mother nag over the phone.
She decided to check some of the documents that Rachel sent to her, believing that her mother had been spending the company's money unnecessarily. If she found this to be true, she would definitely make her pay back everything she took. She brought out her laptop and started to look at the documents when she realized that there were some papers she needed and that they may be in her father's old study.
Dropping the laptop, Scarlett made her way to her father's study. She felt a gush of emotions as soon as she opened the door; everything was still as it was. Even though the picture of her and her father at the beach before he died was still sitting on the desk, she picked it up, and a tear trickled down her face.
She went back to memory lane, remembering how much her father loved her and how close they were. All she had to do was ask, and her father would get it done. Many people believed that she was spoiled by her father, but that was far from the truth because he raised her with only the best morals and lessons.
Scarlett also remembered the first time she heard her parents arguing, with her mother blaming her father for not being able to satisfy her. This sort of argument continued over time, and Scarlett's father just didn't know the woman he married anymore. Scarlett also remembered catching her mother in bed with another man one fateful afternoon.
She had come home from school earlier than usual because a small fire broke out in her school. Her father was away on a trip, and she was so happy that she got to be home early. She was running to her mother's room in excitement when she heard her moan. Carefully, she peeked into the room and caught her mother being fucked by another man.
Sometimes, Scarlett blamed her mother for her father's untimely death. She knew Vivian didn't kill him, but probably her father died because of the constant arguments and accusations.
Scarlett was startled when the doorbell echoed throughout the house. She snapped out of her thoughts, dropped the picture, and went downstairs to answer the door.
It turned out to be Detective Roberts, her father's personal detective. Detective Roberts believed that Vivian was responsible for her husband's death and has been trying to gather evidence to back his claims for thirteen years now.
“Hi, detective.” Scarlett was greeted with a smile.
“Hi Scarlett, is your mother in?”
“No, she's not.”
“Oh, well, I called her to come and see me, but she didn't show up.” The detective sighed deeply.
"Well, it's fine; I'll come by some other time.” He added and left. Scarlett shut the door and started going back upstairs when the doorbell rang again. She thought it was the detective again.
“Did you forget anything?” she paused when she opened the door and saw Adrian in front of her, looking sexier than ever.
Scarlett thought she was dreaming at first, but no, he was actually there. Her happiness knew no bounds, but she had to keep it hidden. She almost melted when he ran his fingers through his hair.
“What are you doing here? I'm sure you are aware that my mother isn't at home.” She inquired, keeping her face as void of emotions as possible.
Adrian ignored her at first and entered the house, making himself comfortable on the couch.
“You haven't answered me, Adrian. What are you doing here?” She asked again.
Adrian was surprised that she hadn't tried to touch him yet, which was unusual. She was usually all over him whenever she saw him.
“Well, your mother sent me to drive you back to school; you must be tired,” Adrian answered.
“I can drive myself.” Scarlett rolled her eyes.
“You probably can, but I insist,” Adrian told her.
Scarlett finally gave in and then went back upstairs to get the documents she needed before following Adrian into her car.
She refused to utter a word to him throughout their drive, and this drove Adrian nuts. He wasn't used to seeing her so quiet and uninterested in him; she just kept staring out the window. Meanwhile, Scarlett smiled inwardly because of the effort her mother was putting into not losing her job.
They got to her penthouse, and she took the car keys from him and headed inside. Adrian followed her into the elevator and then into her apartment. When they got to the living room, she decided to ask him why he was following her.
“I wanted to apologize.” He started, and Scarlett watched him with absolutely no expression.
“I wanted to say sorry for the things I said the last time; I didn't mean to say or do any of that.”
Scarlett didn't even bother to answer her; rather, she went into the kitchen to prepare something for herself, but Adrian followed her and offered to cook for her as a way of showing how sorry he was.
Scarlett shrugged and went to sit on the kitchen island while she watched him cook. She fell more and more in love with him, her desire for him growing even more.
Soon, he was done cooking, and they had their meal right there in the kitchen. As soon as they were done eating, Scarlett decided to make a big move.
“Can I ask you something?”
Adrian nodded.
“Can we be friends? Things didn't start well with us, and I want to start afresh. Let's be friends then.”
Adrian stared suspiciously at her, wondering what plans she had up her sleeves.
“Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything that you wouldn't want to do.” She assured him, flashing him a charming smile.
“Alright then, I guess there's nothing wrong with being friends.” He finally gave in, and Scarlett was overjoyed but kept it low.
“I'll be leaving now.” He took his jacket and left the penthouse.
Excited, Scarlett sank onto the couch and shut her eyes. The smile on her face wouldn't fade; she was slowly getting closer to her goal. She began to think about how much she missed having Adrian's hands all over her, and her hand found its way to her pants. She slipped her hand into her underwear and began to stroke her clitoral area as fast as she could.
“Ah, yes, Adrian, yes! Please don't stop!” She moaned, imagining how fast his cock would be slamming in and out of her. She continued to stroke her clitoral area, her other hand fondling her nipples.
“Adrian! Oh, Adrian, don't stop!” She lifted her torso, quickly getting to a climax.
She increased her pace, moaning, sighing, and getting spasms as she pleased herself.
“Fuck! Yes!!” She groaned loudly.
“Adrian!!”
She had an orgasm and was shaking from the intense feeling. She lay there on the couch, breathing heavily and trying to recover.
Suddenly, a sly grin played across her lips, and in no time, Adrian would be the one giving her these orgasms. The first phase was already done and dusted; now onto the second phase—making him jealous.