Chapter 46 Claiming My Space
POV Scarlett:
“How nice!” Damian’s annoyed voice startled me, making me free myself from Liam’s arms and pull my mouth away from his, turning toward a handsome man in a suit whose face was flushed. “Care to tell me why the fuck that R8 is parked in my spot?” His eyes moved from me to Liam, back to me, and then stopped. “I’m waiting for an answer.”
He wants an answer? Fine—he’ll get one.
“Because I’m your new secretary. And since I’m pregnant, I deserve the best spot,” I replied, chest out, ready to counter any insult that might come from that arrogant mouth.
“You what?” he asked, taking a few steps closer to me while Liam stayed where he was.
“I will be. Your. New. Secretary.” I spoke slowly. “Understand, or do you want me to draw you a picture?” I taunted, and he muttered something I couldn’t quite hear.
“You won’t be.” He moved even closer.
“Yes I will.” I took a few steps, standing chest to chest with him. Even though I had to look up, I wouldn’t lower my head for him.
“I can fire you,” he said, his mouth close to mine.
“You can try—nothing’s stopping you.” I swallowed the lump in my throat from missing him so much.
“If that’s how you want it, fine by me. I’ll make your life hell in here.” The arrogance in his voice sent every feeling of missing him straight to hell.
“Bring it on, Mr. Blackwell Asshole.” I turned my back on him and made a point of tossing my hair in his face.
When I turned I saw Liam’s smile and bit back the urge to roll my eyes. With determined steps I went to find my desk myself. Damian the asshole could wait. He wanted to make my life hell? Let him try. We’ll see who loses this game first.
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POV Noah:
From a distance I watch Scarlett and Damian’s confrontation in silence. My brother is so in love with her he can barely hide it. Actually, both of them are in love and can barely hide it. I know Scarlett only refuses to give Ethan, Liam, and me a chance because of Damian. If the asshole weren’t in the picture she would have said yes to us a long time ago, and we’d probably be together and fucking happily right now. I glance at Ethan beside me, staring at the two of them provoking each other. The half-smile my brother wears at the corner of his mouth doesn’t escape me.
“Those are foreplay for them,” he says, widening his smile.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Wanna bet he’s hard and she’s wet?” I turn my eyes back to them and try to look between my brother’s legs—because, unfortunately, I didn’t think to shove my fingers into Scarlett’s pussy to check if what my brother said is true.
Yes, Damian is hard. That bulge is impossible to hide.
“Why don’t they own up to what they feel?” I ask, frustrated.
“We told her the truth. Scarlett knows we want to try something between us, she knows we like her, but she keeps saying no. It’s because of Damian, I’m sure of it, even though she says otherwise.”
“They like each other—I'd even say it’s more than liking—but the problem, brother, is that they’re both stubborn.” I look back at Ethan, paying attention to what he’s saying. “Maybe it’s time we help them; only then might the two of them sort things out, and who knows, we could all end up together?”
All together? Has Ethan forgotten how possessive our brother is? Damian won’t want to share Scarlett, and even if he did, he’d have to be willing to make that kind of relationship work—and I don’t see Damian diving headfirst into a relationship with multiple partners involved.
“How?” I ask, excited despite everything. I want Scarlett, and I want her to want me too—and if we need Damian to make that happen, so be it.
“We’ll help Damian torment her.” I frown—surely the lack of sex is frying Ethan’s brain.
“What? No fucking way.” I grunt. “Scarlett can’t be upset while she’s pregnant—it’s not good for the baby.” I remind him of what he seems to have forgotten.
“It’s not the kind of upset that can harm my little star.” I huff, annoyed.
“What the fuck little star? I already said it’s a boy. A boy.” Ethan rolls his eyes and I really want to tell him to go to hell.
“Okay, no more fighting about that.” He’s right. I know it’s a boy—there’s no reason to lose my temper every time he and Scarlett do that to get under my skin.
“Back to scheming against our woman and our brother.” “Our woman”—I like the sound of that. “Noah, think with me. The provocations are foreplay for them; what would happen with so many provocations a day?” I nod, understanding the wicked plan forming in my brother’s mind.
“Wild fucking,” I answer, wanting badly to be part of it.
“Yeah, wild fucking,” he agrees, winking at me.
“Damian will be all right with that,” I say, feeling a little jealous. “In the meantime, our hands keep busy.” I raise my calloused hand from so much masturbation.
“Think about the upside.”
“What upside?” I ask, watching Scarlett toss her hair into Damian’s face while he clenches his fists at his sides.
“Soon we’ll be fucking her… together.” I smile, picturing several scenarios where Scarlett ends up jammed with our cocks—wait, would it be ends up or starts?—either way, delicious images flood my head.
“Counting the days, brother. Counting the days,” I say, waving to Liam who watches us with a frown.
Our brother has no idea how hard we’re working to make this poly thing happen. I feel a little sorry for Scarlett—she’ll have to endure what’s coming her way—but I’ll make it up to her with plenty of blowjobs on that delicious pussy of hers. Will that be enough for her to forgive me when she finds out we’re standing with Damian to drive her crazy? I hope so.