For the Love of the Billionaire: The Complete Story of Barrett and Scarlet (4 page)

“Are you okay?” he asked, seeing her wince for a moment.

“Yes,” she gasped. “You’re just… Very big.”

He laughed, “I’m not that big. You’re just very tight.”

She threw her head back and he kissed her neck as he thrusted deep inside her, feeling her stretch around him. He could have come right then, such was the pleasure. He kissed her instead and tried to concentrate.

“Barrett,” she sighed. “More. You can give me more.”

“Scarlet, I could do this all night. All week. All my life,” he whispered, thrusting into her faster now, quickening his pace. “You feel incredible. I love you. I love you so much.”

For the next hour there was just the sound of gasping and flesh meeting flesh. A sheen of sweat moved across both their bodies and Barrett had to keep himself from finishing numerous times. The pain had subsided for Scarlet and she was now an insistent lover, begging him for harder and faster thrusts.

“I want to come for you,” she said. “I’m so close.”

Barrett knew it was rare for women to come from intercourse alone. Not impossible but more difficult. But he never would have known that with Scarlet. She raised her hips to meet his rhythm, whimpering.

“I’m so close,” she called out. “Please. More.”

Before he knew it she was coming, her scream filling the room and causing him to come himself, flooding her with his seed. It was an orgasm that felt like it was ripped from his soul, such was the ecstasy he felt. He called out her name as she kissed his mouth. He found her lips and kissed her tenderly as he slowly finished.

“Fuck,” he said as the orgasm slowly dissipated. “Fuck. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

Scarlet blushed underneath him. He’d never seen something so sexy, her after-sex glow was unbelievable.

“So I did okay?” she asked innocently.

He laughed, “Are you kidding? You were un-fucking-real. The best. Amazing.”

She touched his face again, a sweet smile across her lips, “I wanted to be. For you.”

He could see her nipples were still hard and even just the memory of what she felt like inside had his cock stiffening again. At that moment he was grateful to be young. Because he wanted to have Scarlet many times before the night was over.

“Scarlet,” he said, sliding into her again. “I need you.”

“Have me,” she gasped as he began slowly fucking her again. “Have me forever.”

Barrett had decided to leave the office for lunch. He needed air and space. He’d told Arista to tell anyone that called that he’d be back at two. Part of him wanted to peek in on Michelle and Scarlet. But he knew that might make things worse. It was clear Scarlet hadn’t been happy to see him. It was a fact that broke his heart all over again. What the fuck was she doing back here and back in his life? It had taken him this long to try to forget her and as soon as he thought he had a handle on it, there she was again. Fuck.

He had the driver take him to the Bellagio. On his way he called Nancy.

“Hey,” he said when he heard her voice. “Did you know Scarlet was here?”

Nancy paused on the other end and finally said, “I had no clue. She’s here?”

“Yes,” he said flatly. “She showed up at Elixir today to surprise Michelle. You had no idea?”

“You know I didn’t. I would have nipped that in the bud right away.” Nancy didn’t know everything, but she knew enough to know that Barrett and Scarlet didn’t need to be bumping into one another randomly. It wasn’t good for either of them.

“Well, now you know,” he said, agitated.

“I’ll make sure she stays away,” Nancy assured him. “So will Michelle. I’m sorry, Barrett.”

“No, Nance,” he said. “It’s not your fault. I’m just- I’m just shaken up by it. I haven’t seen her in five years.”

“I know,” Nancy said. “What did you think?”

“That she’s still Scarlet but different,” he confessed. “I’m torn. Part of me wants to talk to her and part of me wants to run.”

“Well, for now just eat. I’ll take care of the rest,” Nancy said. And with that, they hung up.

********

The Bellagio was uncharacteristically crowded for a weekday and Barrett had second thoughts about grabbing lunch. He wasn’t even hungry. So he decided to take a walk outside. Think for a bit.

Barrett knew Scarlet avoided him. It was harder for him, being that he worked with both her mother and her aunt. Michelle’s employment in Las Vegas was the major reason he’d avoided Elixir’s offices there for a year. Nancy travelled with him everywhere. She visited her sister and family on holidays but he’d never worried about seeing Scarlet through her- though sometimes he secretly wanted to so badly.

He stopped at the fountains. This was really all Durham’s fault. Durham Evers was the Vegas brother, not Barrett. But Durham was building a soccer stadium in Conyers, Georgia at the moment and was freshly in love himself. He didn’t want much to do with Vegas which had forced Barrett to take over. And on his first day back he runs into Scarlet. Of all the luck.

God, she was still gorgeous. Maybe even more so, though there was a darkness in her eyes. Her sunny spirit was gone and he still had no idea why.

Was that why she was here? Had fate somehow decided it was time for this to be resolved? Even if he couldn’t love her anymore, he could at least find out what went wrong in the first place.

He needed to find out why she left him.

Scarlet left her mother’s office shortly after their talk. Before leaving, Michelle had peeked out into the lobby to see where Barrett was.

“Arista,” Michelle called. “Where’s Mr. Evers?”

“He left for lunch. Said he’d be back at two.”

“Thanks, Arista.”

Scarlet sighed with relief. She could make a clean getaway. She leaned over, kissing her mom goodbye for now.

“I’ll see you after work?” she asked.

“I’m going to dinner with Aunt Nancy,” Michelle said. “I think you should join us.”

Scarlet sucked in a breath. She’d done her best to see Nancy as little as possible being that she was Barrett’s right hand everything. The topic of him was almost impossible to avoid since Barrett was pretty much Nancy’s whole life. But it wasn’t fair to put anyone in any sort of awkward position.

“Sure,” Scarlet said. “I’ll just go home and unpack. Take a shower and wash the airplane stench off of me.”

“Sounds good. Daddy will be happy to see you,” her mother smiled. “I love you, sweet girl.”

“Me too,” Scarlet said.

As she walked into the reception lobby again, she smiled and gave a small wave to Arista. She was met with a cool glare. Scarlet shrugged and headed to the elevator.

She held her breath until she got to her rental. She’d been worried she’d run into him coming back up but Barrett was nowhere to be seen.

********

Scarlet had loved him from the moment she saw him. She was nine years old and Barrett was thirteen. Most of her brother’s friends annoyed the shit out of her. They brushed her off as an annoying little kid, but Barrett had always been different. Barrett said hello, would ask her how the fourth grade was. Ben would roll his eyes and ask Barrett to come on, hurry up, let’s go play. But Barrett was never rushed. He was a kid who was used to never having to wait so what was the need in rushing?

Scarlet’s Aunt Nancy had been the Evers’ nanny since Barrett was four, his young brother Durham was 2, and his sister Clementine was just a baby. But once they were all a little older each child had their own nanny (rich people) and Barrett got Nancy all to himself. Which meant she often brought him with her when she was visiting her niece and nephew. Ben and Barrett hit it off right away. They appreciated different things in one another. Ben was somewhat of a nerd at school, with few friends. Barrett was an Evers and most people only seemed to want to know him because of his name, not because of who he was. Ben was Barrett’s first genuine friend, someone who didn’t care about his pedigree, only that he liked geeking out over Star Wars as much as Ben did.

Scarlet thought about that as she pulled the rental car out of Elixir’s parking garage. She wondered if the 15 was packed with traffic or if she should take Trop down to Eastern and head south to get to the Henderson house her parents lived in.

Suddenly the car in front of her slammed on its brakes, which made Scarlet have to slam hers as well. She barely missed rear ending the luxury vehicle in front of her. She wanted to scream but she was just grateful for not smashing into them. Her heart thumped against her chest. She waited for the car to move forward but instead the driver got out of his car and walked back to see her.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Bloom,” he said. “Mr. Evers noticed you behind us and asked me to stop but I know it was sudden-“

Scarlet’s heart sank. Barrett was in front of her.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m fine. Y’all can go. No harm done.”

“He was wondering if he could join you.”

Scarlet swallowed.

“In my car? Join me? I’m heading home-“

“He said it would just be a few moments.”

Scarlet sat there frozen behind the wheel. She wanted to peel out of there but she was trapped behind Barrett’s Maybach and the walls of the parking garage next to her.

“Tell him I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she finally said, shaking her head so he could see her refusal. She knew he was watching.

“Okay, Miss Bloom. I understand. Again, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

As he walked back to the car, the back door opened and there was Barrett. He stood, all six foot and three inches of him, buttoning his jacket as he looked at her. He motioned for the driver to go and walked back towards her car.

“Scarlet,” he said. “I’m coming in.”

Her face flushed with anger, “No!”

He looked at her again, his face pleading.

“I just want to talk for five minutes. It doesn’t have to be about anything from before. Scarlet, please.”

The Maybach had pulled away now and onto the traffic of Industrial Road. She looked at him, tempted to drive past him, leaving him stranded. Something she was positive he had never been in his entire privileged life.

But then she thought about her mom. Her aunt. She didn’t want to fuck things up for them at work. And part of her desperately wanted to be near him again, she hated to admit.

“Fine.” She unlocked the passenger side door.

Barrett couldn’t believe it when she said yes. Or fine. Or at least acquiesced, something she rarely did when pressured for anything.

“Thank you,” he said as he sat down in the seat next to her. “Have you eaten?”

“I’m not hungry,” she said flatly. “I’m trying to get home so I can rest and decompress from the flight.”

“Well, can I ride with you? You can drop me off at Green Valley Ranch, I’ll catch a town car back,” he smiled. “You can stand twenty minutes with me, at least?”

“I guess,” she said, putting the car into drive.

They pulled forward and were greeted by backed up traffic on Industrial heading towards Tropicana.

“Just my luck,” she muttered. She leaned her head against her window, hoping he wouldn’t talk. She could feel his staring which was uncomfortable enough.

“Are you just visiting?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Not for very long.”

“That’s too bad, I know Michelle and your dad must be thrilled you’re here,” Barrett said, looking forward again. It was hard to look at her.

“I don’t know if they are this time,” she answered. “Thrilled, that is.”

Barrett looked at her, confused. She sighed.

“I quit my job in Atlanta,” she confessed, not really knowing why. “Which disappoints them. And coming here was a surprise gone bad I guess.” She glanced over at him.

Ah. Bad because of his presence he supposed, something that hurt him.

“Not because of you,” she said, like she was reading his mind. “I just should have told them. I shouldn’t have dropped in on her at work.”

Barrett didn’t say anything for a moment. He’d decided to leap back into her life (and her car) in a spontaneous burst of bravado and confidence but now he wasn’t sure what to say. Nothing quite got to him like Scarlet Bloom. He was calm and collected in heated board room meetings, in litigation, and even on television. But in front of her, he was completely lost. Just hearing her voice again almost brought him to his knees. He was both angry with her and completely drunk in her presence with the feelings he still harbored inside. He hated himself for it.

“Well, I’m sure she’s happy to see you. She talks about you all the time. Much to my dismay, admittedly,” he confessed. He glimpsed a smile, just briefly.

“She really needs to stop that,” Scarlet said. “There’s not much to say about me, really.”

“I think we both know that’s not true,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about the past,” she said. “Seriously. I’m willing to let you ride with me for whatever reason you need to but I swear to God I will kick you out of my car if you talk about anything-“

“Relax,” he said, touching her hand that was shaking on the steering wheel. As soon as he did, the warmth of her skin went right to his crotch and he pulled away quickly.

“Sorry,” he said. “Habit.”

“It’s fine,” she said, clearly shaken. “I get it. I’m sorry, Barrett, I just can’t get into anything with you. I don’t mean to be cold. I don’t want to be like this with you.”

Then don’t be
he thought. But he didn’t say it.

They drove the rest of the way in silence and Barrett suddenly wasn’t sure what he expected from this drive. Just that he didn’t want it to end at Green Valley Ranch. He might not have a chance again.

“Scarlet,” he said, as they pulled into the front entrance. “Please. Have lunch with me. It doesn’t have to be about the past. Fuck, Scarlet, I haven’t seen you in five years. I just want to know what life has been like. Is that so terrible?”

Scarlet shook her head, “Please, Barrett. I can’t. It’s been hard enough driving this far with you.”

“What the hell?” he was angry now. “Why am I a bad guy? You act like you just had to drive a serial killer across town and not someone you claimed to love at one time.”

“You’re not a bad guy, Barrett,” she said, tears in her eyes and a catch in her voice. “I’m just not ready to see you. Can’t you tell?”

Barrett was so frustrated. Here was Scarlet, finally in front of him, and she was sobbing in a rental car asking him to go away. All he wanted to do was sweep her up in his arms and somehow make everything okay again. Another part of him wanted to shake her, yell at her to tell him what the fuck happened between them, ask her why she was being this way when she was the one that smashed his heart into a million pieces five years ago.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” she said, calming down for a moment. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you. If I had known… Well, shit, I at least would have looked better.”

He smiled, “You look fucking amazing.”

She caught his eyes for a moment. Her eyes were still as breathtaking as ever but there was a sadness to them now. All he wanted to know was what put that sadness there. Why wouldn’t she let him see it?

“Barrett,” she sighed. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not,” he said, turning to her. “You look as beautiful as ever, Scarlet. And since when do you have to look a certain way for me? You fucking stopped me in my tracks the second you got off that elevator. And now you want me to go in and pretend I didn’t see you. Scarlet, I just can’t.”

“Please try to,” she said, looking away from him.

He shook his head, “I can’t. I’ll let you go for now, but I have to see you again. When we’ve both calmed down a bit. Please.”

She looked straight ahead and he was sure she was going to say no.

“Okay,” she agreed. “One dinner. I don’t leave until at least next Monday. So it can be whatever night works best for you.”

“How about tomorrow night?” he asked, trying not to show his enthusiasm.

She shook her head, “I need more time. Thursday night at the earliest.”

“Okay,” he said, not wanting to push his luck. “Thursday night. Dinner. And drinks.”

“Dinner,” she said, looking at him knowingly. “Don’t push it.”

He nodded and stepped out of the car. She drove away without another word. Not even a wave goodbye.