Chapter 82 Provocation
POV Damian:
“Thank you, was it difficult?” Bitch. “Have a good day.” She turned away but stopped before opening the door, slowly walked back, and stopped in front of my desk. She placed her purse on my desk along with the card. Her hands went under her dress, Scarlett bent down, and in a few seconds placed her lace panties on my desk. The scent of her arousal didn’t take long to reach my nostrils. “I hope this...” She pointed at the panties. “...helps with your little problem. And no, Damian, my boyfriends won’t get jealous. I intend to buy a very indecent outfit to please them.”
She picked up her things, leaving my office, swaying that insolent ass that needs a good spanking. Scarlett wants to drive me crazy, walking around the company without panties or a bra. Does she have some fetish for walking around with nothing underneath? Damn, I hope not. And what the hell kind of outfit does she plan to buy? What the fuck.
I picked up her panties; they were soaked. I brought them to my nose and smelled that damn scent that drives me crazy since the day I smelled it straight from Scarlett’s pussy, where I feasted on her with my mouth. My dick throbbed at the memory. I went into the bathroom, locking myself in for another round of masturbation.
Fifteen thousand dollars! Fifteen fucking thousand!
What does that petulant woman want, to bankrupt me? I keep staring at the digital invoice from my card, unable to believe what I see. Scarlett must be swiping my card at every damn store she finds along the way. She must be, that bitch. Another notification from my bank arrives; I stop breathing as soon as I read the store where she made her latest little purchase. It’s a sex shop. What the hell. What the fuck did she buy for over a thousand dollars?
I don’t think too much; I grab my phone and call her. Scarlett takes a while to answer, but it doesn’t take long for me to hear her voice.
“Damian, you calling me. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Fifteen thousand dollars? Are you kidding me?”
“Well, I think it’s more than fifteen thousand now. I just made a little purchase...”
“I know, damn it. What the fuck did you buy at the sex shop?” I’m angrier that she went to a sex shop to buy things she won’t use with me, than about her spending over fifteen thousand dollars on my card.
“Oh, Damian, you know.”
“No, I don’t know. What did you buy?”
“Wow, what a drag, this call is stressing me out...”
“Scarlett, I’m not going to ask again.” I heard a little laugh. Is she laughing at me? “Scarlett...”
“Okay, I’ll tell you.” I took a deep breath to calm down. “I bought some tubes of lube for anal, some flavored oils for oral, edible panties to be devoured... literally by your brothers. And I bought...”
“Scarlett, I don’t want to know anymore... go back... to your shopping.” I hung up on her.
What penance am I paying to have this impossible woman in my life?
Perhaps it’s best I don’t know the answer.
(...)
POV Scarlett:
I love that jerk and I hate loving him. What was I thinking, taking off my wet panties and giving them to him? It wasn’t right for me to do that. We have nothing more with each other, and not because I don’t want it, but because the jerk doesn’t know what he wants from life. Regardless of all the excitement that surrounds us when we’re together, I shouldn’t have done that with Liam, Ethan, and Noah.
As soon as the heat subsided, I saw the mistake I made. I need to talk to them and explain; I hope they aren’t angry with me. I don’t want to ruin what we’re building. I love them, I love what we have. Determined to do the right thing, I give a light knock on the door to Liam’s office. It’s not him who opens, but Ethan. He makes room for me to enter. Liam is sitting in his chair; he stops shuffling papers, gets up, and comes to me.
“Scarlett, did something happen?” He touched my face. “Did Damian say something that hurt you? Your expression isn’t the best.” I rested my forehead on his chest, feeling foolish for insisting on something that seems to have no future.
“I love him, I love that jerk so much. Why doesn’t he want to give us a chance?” I confided. Liam held my chin, lifting my head.
“You’re right, he is a jerk,” he smiled. “But trust me, it won’t be long before he sees he can’t live without you, just like me and my brothers can’t.” I looked at Ethan, who agreed.
“Don’t be like that, come here.” I went into Ethan’s arms, feeling a lump in my throat.
“I have his card,” I confessed. “And I gave him my panties.” I closed my eyes tight. “Wet. I gave him my wet panties.” Ethan pushed me away from his embrace.
“You’re without panties and wet?” I opened my eyes to see the lewd smile spreading across his face.
“Ethan...”
“Things will work out between you two. Why do you think we don’t mind you arguing with him alone? We’re rooting for you to work it out.” I frowned.
“Then why did you tell him to stay away?”
“Simple. Everyone wants what they can’t have,” it was Liam who spoke. I turned to him. “And if before Damian wanted you but didn’t want to admit it, now it will be impossible for him to resist. He won’t be able to stay away from you for long.”
“What are you trying to tell me?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Provoke him, make Damian go crazy. You have his card, right?” I nodded. “Spend, spend a lot. That will drive him crazy. Knowing my brother, he will call you, then you provoke him more.”
“You... won’t get jealous? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Scarlett, do you love him?” Ethan shot the question.
“I do.”
“And we love you. We want your happiness, and we know you will be even happier with him by your side.”
“I love you even more now, for understanding me.” I kissed Ethan, who reciprocated. His tongue tasted me. What had started with Damian was about to be finished by Ethan and Liam. I pulled away from Ethan with a smile on my lips. “Where’s our daughter?”
“She’s with Noah, playing in his office,” Ethan replied.
“Lock the door.”
“Scarlett, we have a meeting soon...” Liam began to explain, which I made no effort to hear.
“Looks like you’ll be late,” I said, letting my dress fall at my feet. “On the desk, or standing against the door? You know what? Never mind. I want it against the door. I miss my skewer.” I pulled Ethan by his tie, attacking his mouth.
“Scarlett, what the...” Ethan’s words died as soon as I squeezed his cock over his pants. “Liam, we’re going to be late.” Ethan didn’t wait long to push me; in a few seconds, my back was against the door. “So you want your skewer?” Ethan asked with his mouth against my ear.
“Yes,” I whimpered coyly as soon as Ethan covered my pussy with his large hand.