Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

“Do you know that Francis has invested in Vivian’s company?” He finally said after he took a breath.

“Vivian? His ex-wife?” she was surprised.

“Yeah, it’s a lot of money, like two hundred million or something! Too many zeroes for me to understand.”

“Wow, do you mean to say that… your uncle is right? Thanks for the information, Chuck. Fuck off.” Scarlett was tired of Chuck being insolent all the time.

The expression on Chuck’s face changed, and he posed a serious question to Scarlett to switch the subject.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. So, tell me. Have you two gotten registered yet?”

“No,” she looked up at Chuck, looking kind of pale, “Why? What’s it to you anyway?”

“Doesn’t make a difference to me. Uncle Francis can do whatever he wants… even with Vivian if he chooses. You two aren’t married yet, so it’s whatever. You can’t really ask him questions. Even if you do…” Before he finished his sentence, Scarlett turned away to look for something.

Chuck wants to tell her that he knew Francis very well. Francis was the type of person who would do whatever he wanted, regardless of what anyone else said. Once he makes decisions, he carries them out.

“What are you looking for?”

“I need water, this is way too spicy!” Scarlett yelled out. She started fanning her mouth with her hands, and her eyes were beginning to water.

Chuck knew she wanted to change the subject, so he said nothing. Instead, he quietly handed her a glass of water.

“How’s that? Are you feeling better now?”

She gulped down the water and continued to yell out while holding the glass.

“I need more, it’s too spicy!”

Chuck poured her another glass of water, and she gulped it down in an instant. In a while, she wiped the tears in her eyes.

“It’s too spicy; the more water I drink, the spicier it feels…”

Chuck reached out to hug Scarlett and began to tease her about her low tolerance for spice.

“It’s okay if you want to cry, dear Scarlett. It’s not something to be ashamed of. Let the tears flow!” He was being dramatic.

Scarlett looked up and grasped his sleeves,

“Why is that so damn spicy? It wasn’t that spicy when I started eating it. It’s getting spicier, and it’s so awful…”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Although she tried hard to hold the tears back, she couldn’t. Scarlett left tear stains all over Chuck’s jacket.

“Now you learned a lesson! Just remember that next time!” Chuck giggled.

Because of Scarlett’s big belly between them, it was quite an awkward hug. Yet, it was clear that they had a wonderful friendship: they teased each other relentlessly, but they had each other’s backs at the end of the day. No matter what.

At the dinner table, Francis sensed that Scarlett was having some trouble. When he asked her what was wrong, Scarlett simply pointed at the dish of diced chicken laced with green peppers and said, “It’s so spicy that it makes me cry!”

Victory heard Scarlett and laughed, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Scarlett! It’s just that we all really like spicy food… Do you not eat a lot of spicy food, then?”

Scarlett replied with a smile on her face, “No, it’s not that. I do like spicy food, but I’m just too weak at the moment.”

Right then, Chuck glanced at her before quickly looking down at his food. Francis noticed his strange action and realized that Chuck had something to do with Scarlett’s dark mood, in all likelihood. But Francis decided there was no use in trying to resolve issues right then. He stayed quiet and figured they would talk it out later.

On the way back home, Scarlett got a call from Eve. Eve wanted to go out and get tea the next afternoon. Scarlett spoke with Eve on the phone all the way home and even after they had reached. She was clearly preoccupied.

After Scarlett took a shower, she went straight to the bed. Francis sat beside her and put his hand on her waist, trying to talk to her, but Scarlett just brushed his hand away.

“Stop troubling me. I just wanna go to bed, okay?”

Hearing that, Francis pulled his hand back and gave her a kiss on her forehead, “Of course, I understand. Good night, babe.”

“Good night!”

After that, she turned to her side and stared into the darkness. What Chuck had said about Francis’s recent investment in Vivian’s business made her very uneasy; it felt like a rope was tightening around her neck. She really wanted to bring it up with Francis casually and watch his reaction, but she just didn’t have the courage. It was his own money, and he could do with it as he liked. What was she to him anyway? Nothing more than a mistress who happened to carry his child.

Scarlett turned her head to the side, and tears came out of the corners of her eyes. Again, she got the feeling that there was a huge chasm between them. She felt completely helpless– there was nothing she could do to close this impossible gap that separated them.

As her tears soaked the pillow, Scarlett blinked her eyes and tried to snap back to reality. She was getting tired of pretending not to hear her inner voice– the one that would keep on telling her that she and Francis were not a good match.

***

The next morning Francis got up while Scarlett was still fast asleep. He got dressed and quietly crept out of the room to leave for work. As he left the room, Scarlett opened her bloodshot eyes. She had been awake all this time. In fact, she had not gotten any sleep all night.

Scarlett got up very late. After grabbing a little something for lunch, she got dressed and went out with her sunglasses on. The driver dropped her off at the place she had decided to meet up with Eve. She got there so early that there was no one in the lobby.

After she had finished two glasses of lemonade, Eve finally made her entrance.