Scarlette stumbled back a few steps, finding herself pinned against the sleek black car.
"Nicholas, that's enough!"
With a cut on his lip from her slap, Nicholas casually licked the blood away. "Scarlette, I heard you're bringing Morgan to meet your folks?"
Scarlette's chest rose and fell as she clutched the car door frame.
"This is my business, I don't owe you an explanation."
She took a deep breath, her voice softening. "We're going to be family soon. Don't look at him like he's your enemy. You're going to have to call him 'brother-in-law.'"
Nicholas chuckled darkly, his eyes clouded with intensity.
Scarlette felt a hint of fear from his unpredictable nature and frowned. "And stop being so informal with me. Call me 'sister.' If you keep coming around like this, the Greenard family is going to give me a hard time. Nicholas, stop acting like a kid."
Before she could say another word, Nicholas grabbed her wrist and pushed her into the car.
Her head hit the seat, leaving her dizzy. Before she knew it, he was on top of her.
"You play me like a toy. When you want to push me away, I'm just your 'little brother,' but when you need me, you cling to me and call me 'husband.' How many truths are you hiding?"
The car door slammed shut, and in the cramped space, his presence felt overpowering.
The car's interior was roomy, but when Scarlette tried to get up, he pressed her down by the chest.
She took a deep breath. "I've told you so many times, that night was a mistake, I was drunk."
Nicholas leaned in closer, his hand moving downward, parting her clothes.
She gasped, trying to push him away, but he held her firmly.
"Nicholas!"
He pulled back his hand, smirking as he examined his fingers. "You say one thing, but your body tells a different story. Is Morgan so useless he can't satisfy you?"
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