Chapter 5
954 Words
Scarlett's POV
As much as I wanted to deny it, my clenching core was right there in his face!
I was indeed turned on by being naked around him.
The memories from that night came to mind while I heard the shuttering sounds of his camera behind me. And I just couldn't help getting wet from it.
But if I were to tell him that, wouldn't that override my condition for him not to have s*x with me?
Actually, that was meant for me more than it was for him, because I knew that I might cross the lines. And the last thing I wanted was to get expelled by the principal because I was in bed with her fiancé.
That would be such a disgusting scandal.
But I still couldn't bring myself to lie to Brandon.
It would be okay to tell him, right?
"Scarlett? Why aren't you answering me? Tell me, did you get turned on?"
I turned around, quickly pulling my panties over my folds and adjusting my skirt.
My arms folded over my chest. "Yes. Yes, I did. And I'm not sure why, but you don't have to worry about it."
He frowned slightly and nodded. "Fine. I'll let you know when the next shoot is. By the way, you did great."
And with that, he was out of the restroom, leaving me there in shock.
Really? I thought he'd at least ask if he could kiss me or something, or if he could help me release tension?
Christ.
What was going on with me?
Since when did I become so unstable with my decisions? One minute, I'm telling him not to touch me, and the next minute, I'm craving his lips.
Fuck me.
I moved to the ceramic basin, turning on the tap. I splashed water on my face, hoping it would help my heating body. And it did, but it didn't stop my cunt from throbbing.
I headed back to class, and as if to f**k things up even more for me, we were having History the next period. Brandon's eyes always traveled through the class, but they somehow always found their way back to me.
His lingering stares only made me even hornier, and my n*****s were growing hard in my bra. I crossed a leg over the other, tightening my thighs to ease the heat down there, but it provided only temporary satisfaction.
I needed to be f****d.
I needed to release tension.
I pressed a shaky hand to my lips, mentally prepping myself for how hard I'd touch myself once I was out of this class.
Just then, the bell rang, and it was the end of the class. Relief washed over me as I packed my stuff, preparing to leave.
"Scarlett Kendrick, please wait behind. I'd like to have a word with you," Brandon suddenly announced, making my jaw tick.
Oh heavens, can I just get home already?
My cunt was burning!
As I rose from my seat, making my way toward him, I earned nasty glances from my classmates.
That was expected because most of them had been trying really hard to get his attention, but his eyes were only fixed on me.
Soon, the class was empty, leaving just Brandon and me.
"Scarlett, I noticed something," Brandon said, fixing his hands in his pockets and leaning over his desk.
Oh God.
Did he notice my body reacting to his stares?
Heat crawled up my neck at the thought. "I–I can explain," I blurted out.
Brandon's brows twitched. "Explain what?"
My lips snapped shut after that question. He hadn't even started talking, and I'd already started talking.
"Not–nothing. Please go on," I muttered softly.
And then he continued.
"Your grades in history are average, and I'm concerned about that," he stated.
My insides knotted with anxiety.
What the hell? Of all things? Oh God.
"Um–I don't really like History that much."
"I can change that. Alongside the shoot, what do you say about private sessions with me?"
I wasn't sure whether it was just my horny ass, but that sounded like him promising to f**k me. And I liked the idea.
"Yes, I'd like that. When do we start?" I asked, wanting to end the conversation.
Brandon pressed his lips into a thin line. "Whenever you're ready."
"Tomorrow?"
"Perfect."
"Great. I'll see you tomorrow. Good day, Mr. Brandon," I said, waving a hand in front of him.
"It's just Brandon."
But as I turned to the door, the door burst open.
"Uncle, you didn't tell me you were–"
My heart skipped a beat when Timothy walked in. But that wasn't what shocked me; what shocked me was the fact that he called Brandon UNCLE!
Timothy's eyes moved from his phone, meeting my eyes, and remorse immediately flashed through his face.
"Baby, I've been trying to reach you. We need to talk. I was under the–"
"Don't you dare try to gaslight me, Timothy! I know what I saw, and I'm f*****g tired of your apologies!" I snapped, growing irritated with his attitude.
"It was a f*****g mistake, Scarlett. Why don't you get that?" he questioned, his face hardening.
My heart wrenched with pain, the heat of tears gathering at the corner of my eyes, but I inhaled deeply.
No, I wasn't going to cry.
"You said it yourself that we're done. So please, leave me the f**k alone," I snarled.
"No, Scarlett. I can't live without you. I need you," Timothy insisted.
"Dear nephew, you're going to have to learn to live without her because she's no longer yours," Brandon suddenly said, making panic shoot down my spine.
Fuck.
They were actually related?
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