''Please, don't flatter yourself. My tampons go deeper than your d*ck could ever!"
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When the young, carefree, and spoiled Scarlet Harper is forced to work at a Diner that belongs to her childhood crush and mortal enemy, things get...heated. No, l...
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The night was slowly coming to an end and I couldn't help but stare at Hunter as he continued to drink pure whiskey as if it were water. His eyes were drooping shut every so often, despite being surrounded by loud noise and people talking to him constantly.
"You having second thoughts about everything?" Tyler asked, following my gaze.
"No," I sighed before pulling my attention away from a very drunk Hunter Hawthorne."I'm just...still thinking about what he told me outside"
"That my sister fucks our butler?" Tyler snorted, downing the last of his drink. He gave me a look, before glancing at Hunter. "Scar, it's last year's news" He stated.
"Not for me, it isn't" I argued, rolling my eyes.
"My sister fucks every man she meets. That's the way she is, Scar. She's constantly looking for validation, constantly wanting to feel loved and appreciated..." He explained, grabbing another drink."But all she ever gets is emptiness" He snorted.
"How are you so sure?" I asked, interested.
"She's my sister...and as much as I hate to admit it, we used to be quite close"
"What happened to you guys?" I asked further.
"She grew up'' He began heavily. ''Her goofy brother suddenly became annoying to her. Money, men, and sex were much more interesting, as you can tell just by the look of her. Especially if it all made my father notice her"
"I knew she was trying to please him" I muttered, glancing at a tipsy Mr.Bradshaw. He was grabbing an unknown woman by her behind, making her giggle. Mrs.Bradshaw stood with two women, speaking kindly to them. Her eyes drifted to her husband, instantly filling with tears.
"They're very alike" Tyler spat, following my gaze. His eyes were trained on his mother, a look of pure pain and pity in his eyes. "I'm more like my mother. The forgotten, the mistreated, the weak, and the useless"
"Well, I don't think you and your Mom are anything like that'' I muttered, before taking his hand in mine. ''And I like you two a lot more than those two. So that's something" I joked, making him smile a little.
*** "Scarlett,"
I huffed, shoving my lipstick into my clutch.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt" Brittany slurred, sauntering over to the sink I was standing at. I turned to look at her, not bothering to smile fakely anymore. I was far too tired to keep the act up and I knew she was far too drunk to remember this encounter anyway.
"So how many times?" She asked with a knowing smirk on her glowing face.
"What?" I snorted.
"How many times did he fuck you?" She shot out, her eyes suddenly turning to slits.
"Tyler and I haven't-"
"Not him" She shook her head, coming closer. "Hunter" She smiled, her eyes glinting with curiosity. I squinted my eyes at her, trying to understand her strange mentality.
