Hey Baby

Hey Baby
Chapter 41: Hey Baby
Scarlett's POV.
Logan yelled at Eduardo, stopping him from walking towards where I was hiding naked. “What!” Eduardo yelled back because he was startled. I could hear everything from where I was hiding.
My body feels like it’s made of water—loose, unstrung. Every muscle is humming, not with tension, but with a deep, low ache that somehow feels beautiful. My thighs tremble faintly. Even breathing feels like a task—each inhale long, each exhale a surrender.
My nipples were almost red as a result of his rough sucking; he left a hickey on every part he kissed. My lower abdomen was weak, and that was because of the strong thrust. His strength is no joke.
“Huh? The boys are alright, aren't they?” He asked, and Eduardo scoffed. “What's wrong with you? Why is searching for a rat stressful? That Alister really thinks he can hide well? He got no advance idea. He went to his regular hideout. Everyone knows about it already, or maybe just us?” Eduardo was spotted.
'Did he just refer to my uncle as a rat?' That bastard!’ I mulled in my head angrily.
“How did you find out?” Logan asked. “Don't you know who is standing in front of you? Your second in command, Eduardo, the king of women! I know everything.” He cleared his throat arrogantly.
'King of women my foot. Claire was right, he is just a man slut!’ I hissed. “And also I heard another rat was with him.” Eduardo said, but Logan cleared his throat hurriedly, and I could guess he was trying to cover it.
“Eduardo, your chicks are waiting for you. Aren't they?” Logan distracted him. “Huh? Uh…when did you start caring about my lifestyle?” Eduardo scoffed.
“I care about you. I've always cared.” “Liar… but when are you going to dispose of that girl? I think you probably must have gotten what you want by now… or you want to make her your personal sex partner?” Eduardo asked, and the tension in the study room changed.
I felt embarrassed and angry at the same time. 'Did I get played?’ I thought angrily. ‘I have just been fooling around; he only wants to fuck me! What was I expecting? Love? From a Mafia lord? I must be insane!’ I pondered.
“Let's talk tomorrow.” He pushed him out and locked the door.
“He is gone?” I asked as I walked out of the shelves angrily. My legs were shaking. Weak, and I couldn't help but stagger. I almost fell, but his strong arm caught me.
His hands pressed against my waist softly as he pulled me close to him so I could stand properly. His hands were still wrapped around my waist, rubbing my bare back softly.
My swollen nipples hardened, seeking attention unnecessarily. He pressed his body against mine. My breathing became erratic as he stared at me. He knows what he was doing to me with those gazes. My body was tired, yet I felt that I still needed him inside of me.
“Seems you are not yet satisfied?” He muttered, staring at my boobs lustfully, and I felt embarrassed. I hated the fact that my body responded to his touch even after those moments.
“Let go of me, Logan.” I mumbled, looking sideways, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs. “Are you angry at me?” He smirked as he pinched my cheeks gently, and his arm grazed my nipple slightly, sending chills to my whole body.
It seems he didn't know I heard what Eduardo said. He took off his shirt and gave it to me. “Thanks.” I smiled slightly.
His shirt was long, and it almost reached my knees. I packed my torn clothes and followed him behind as he left the room.
He took me to his room. “Let's bathe.” He said casually. “I will do that in my room.” I smiled, but his gaze stopped me. “Take his off first,” he said, unbuttoning the shirt.
“Logan, stop.” I held his hand, halting his actions. “What is it?” He asked, fixing his gaze on mine. 'What are we even doing?’ I asked inwardly, not bold enough to ask directly.
“Nothing—my uncle is fine, right?” I asked, changing the topic. “Yeah. I won't touch your uncle, I promise.” He responded with a low voice as he took off the shirt.
“Okay.” I nodded, and he pulled me into the bathroom. The shower hitting my skin calms my whole body. 'Sex partner?’ I mulled the word in my head repeatedly, and I didn't know why I was angry. 'I don't love him anyway.’
“Spread your legs.” He muttered, cleaning my thighs, which were stained with his semen. 'Fine… then let's fuck each other till death.’ I scoffed angrily.
I pulled him up, crashing my lips on his. He was shocked for a moment but kissed back for a while.
Our bodies pressed close—every curve and muscle aligned, as if one form. My leg wrapped securely around his waist, and his hands cradled my back, a caring embrace that feels passionate.
Every one of his movements speaks something else, confusing me. The tilt of my hips and the arch of my spine suggest a release of tension; I surrendered into his hold. His face was buried into my neck while I ran my fingers through his hair. “Ahhhh!” An eager moan slipped out of my lips as I couldn't wait for him to completely claim me.
He was holding me in a lifted, almost suspended position. His posture was strong and grounded, using both arms to support me. One arm is wrapped under my thigh, the other supporting my torso. Pressing his rod against my entrance.
I clung to him tightly, one arm around his shoulders and another outstretched. My head was tilted back, lips parted, and eyes closed as I was consumed by pleasure. “Ahhh!” I let out a shuddering moan.
His face was buried against my neck, as if he was trying to drink in every pulse of my skin, every soft cry I hadn’t voiced. He held me as if I were sacred. 'Could he probably love me?’ I thought, but my thoughts disappeared feeling his rod inside of me.
“Don't stop… Ahhhh!” I moaned desperately; the bathroom was thick with steam, walls slick with condensation, mirrors fogged and glowing under dim, golden light. Water dripped steadily from the showerhead, the rhythm almost drowned by the sound of shallow breathing and bodies shifting against tile.
I wrapped both legs around his torso, wrapping my arm around his neck as he buried his face in my boobs. "Say my name, shawty," he whispered, biting my nipple. "Log—an." My voice was barely audible.
The air was hot. Hot—clinging to skin, making every touch feel amplified, every breath heavier.

His phone rang beside his bed as I woke up slowly. “Where is he?” I mumbled, and I decided to pick up the call because I couldn't find him, but that—
“H—” I couldn't say a word. “Hey baby, I'm back!” A fragile voice from the other end cut in without hearing me out. “Baby?” That word shocked me to my bones.
Who is she?!