Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Scarlett walked straight into the Carters' mansion unimpededly. She wanted to go upstairs but stopped when she bumped into a housemaid in the living room. Scarlett hated talking to anyone in the luxurious house but Dylan. But she was already irritated before arriving, so she rolled her eyes and asked, "Where's Dylan?"

Dropping her greeting to Dylan's girlfriend, the housemaid replied, "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen him, Miss Scarlett. He hasn't been home for a few days now."

The response made Scarlett even more irritated. Raising her arched eyebrow, she ridiculed, "Are you nuts? He's not in his apartment. Where else will he go if not here? Screw you!" She crossed her arms and stared sharply at the head housekeeper, waiting to hear the truth.

Keeping her respect for Dylan's girlfriend, Mila held the vacuum cleaner tighter. "I'm not lying, Miss Scarlett," she said and politely suggested, "If you don't believe me, Miss, you may ask Ma'am Lorene."

Irritation did not leave Scarlett's face. The suggestion was the worst one Scarlett had ever heard. She could not get along with Dylan's mother as they disliked each other. But Scarlett had been yearning for her boyfriend. She groaned to admit that the maid's suggestion could not be so bad as Scarlett thought. She rolled her eyes and sharply said, "Fine. Where is she?"

"She's upstairs, Miss Scarlett," Mila replied. "Wait here for a moment. I'll call Ma'am Lorene," she instructed politely and left after motioning Scarlett to sit on the tufted couch.

Scarlett's sharp gaze followed the maid, who hurried upstairs.

Hissing, Scarlett sunk onto a couch as she waited. She could not help but murmur in frustration. "I'll have to face that bitch again. I would have pulled her hair back then if it weren't for Dylan." Now she would have to hold herself back again. It was stupid to please her future mother-in-law, or at the very least, not get caught by her boyfriend pretending to show some respect. But she was willing to endure getting Dylan to marry her. She rolled her eyes again.

Anticipating that she would be living with Dylan in the mansion in no time, Scarlett wandered her gaze around the living room. She felt uncomfortable sitting, so she stood up and examined the collections before her to ease her boredom. It wasn't long before she heard the voice she was expecting.

"Dylan is not here, and I don't know where he is," Lorene said as soon as she stood near Scarlett.

Rolling her eyes was inevitable for Scarlett as it indicated having to pretend. She turned around only to find Laurene's poker face. "I need to talk to him. I have something important to tell him. Please," Scarlett said in a pleading tone. She was smart enough not to buy Laurene's lie.

But Laurene stared at Scarlett as though the latter simpler terms to understand what the former had just said. "Didn't you understand, Dear? Dylan is not here," Laurene repeated. Contempt could be hinted at in her tone now. "Don't even assume I'd tell you if I knew," she added and shook her head mercilessly.

As if Laurene had dropped a bomb, Scarlett wasted no more time asking for pity. She scoffed, "So, you admit. You're hiding Dylan from me. I wouldn't be surprised if I'd find out that you also told him to stay away from me." Without breaking glares with Laurene, abomination filled Scarlett's heart. The evidence that her boyfriend's mother was a threat to her plan to be his wife had already come out of Laurene's mouth.

Laurene could not help but let out a snicker. "You're hilarious, Scarlett," she remarked sarcastically and sat on the couch with her legs crossed in front of Scarlett as if to remind the young woman of her place.

Bu Scarlett certainly did not care. She had enough of Dylan's mother, so she yelled, "You bitch!"

Laurene did not seem to be surprised. "Watch your words, Miss Evans. I can drag you out of my house anytime now," she cautioned while squinting.

"Go on," Scarlett retorted. "Ha! You think I'm afraid of you. You should be the one to get scared, bitch!" she sneered upon noticing that Laurene about to show the bitch in her. 'You're underestimating who you're messing with,' Scarlett thought.

"Your son will get mad if he finds out you're treating me like that," Scarlett continued and raised her chin. "I'll let him know and tell him his mother hit me," she threatened.

But Laurene did not flinch. Dylan's mother even let out a sarcastic laugh. "Go on," Laurene mimicked. "I can accompany you when you tell him whatever story you can make. Let's see what he'll think of you," she said casually and busied herself flipping the magazine on the coffee table.

Scarlett pressed her lips. What could she expect? Laurene had always been a pain in the ass.

As she stood there, Scarlett tilted her head at a sudden realization. 'Accompany me? There she said it! She knows where Dylan is! What a bitch!' she believed.

"You liar! You're hiding Dylan from me!" Scarlett yelled. Seeing Laurene only cocked an eye, Scarlett raised her voice even more. "Show him to me now if you want no trouble! Hurry up! I'm running out of patience!"

Laurene closed the magazine and put it back on the table. "Emily!" she shouted. The young maid ran to the living room and asked what Laurene needed. Laurene whispered something to which the maid nodded before leaving.

Turning to Scarlett, Laurene said, "My son hasn't told you yet, has he?" A furrow appeared on Scarlett's forehead. Laurene continued, "He's not interested in you anymore, Miss Evans. I bet you came here because you know it. Now do yourself a favor. Get the hell out of here. I can't stand seeing your shameless face."

Scarlette walked around Laurene and said, "You seem to know a lot about your son. Did you know we made love last week?" Scarlett stopped behind Laurene with a smirk before whispering, "Now, you tell me. If your son fell out of love with me, he wouldn't have released his semen inside of me, would he?"

Hearing only silence from Laurene, Scarlett knew that what she said shocked her future mother-in-law. She stood up and walked back in front of Laurene. "I warned you last time we talked. I'll repeat it." A malicious smile formed on her lips. "You should treat me well. Try to get along with me because Dylan and I will marry one day. Don't waste your time trying to meddle. You'll never win against me, Mother-in-law."

Laurene stood. Pointing to the doorway, she yelled, "Get out!"

Pouting, Scarlett replied, "What did I tell you? Don't shout at me, Laurene. You said my future husband isn't here, so I'll get going now." She was about to kiss Laurene on the cheek before leaving, but Laurene moved her face away.

"Are you scared of me?" Scarlett laughed. Her face went serious when she demanded, "Tell your son to see me. Remind him of what I did with the women he flirted with back then. I can easily find the woman he sees these days."

"Don't you dare do anything, you nuts!" Lorene warned back.

The terror in Lorene's eyes satisfied Scarlett. "Try me, Lorene," Scarlett dared. She was about to leave when she remembered, "And oh, by the way, no need to call the guards to escort me out. I can manage. Besides, I'll be living here soon. I should take the time to be familiar with the mansion now, right?" She winked and continued to head out.

Just then, Emily went back with two guards. One of the guards attempted to hold Scarlett's arm.

Scarlett abruptly avoided the guard's hand and jeered, "How dare you attempt to lay your filthy hands on me?"

Bowing his head, the poor guard apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss Evans. I was only doing my job."

Scarlett clicked her tongue in disappointment at Laurene. "I can make my way out without your help. Go inside. Tell your boss to go to hell," she ordered. She then went to the car parked in front of the mansion.

When she opened the door to her car, the expression in her eyes suddenly went soft. She turned to look at Dylan's empty room from the gate and began to doubt, 'You told me you love me, but why are you avoiding me, Dylan? Is it true that you're not interested in me anymore?' Bitterness crept inside her as she recognized the feeling of abandonment. In the eyes of a lot of people, she often looked shameless. But what appeared that way was, for her, called fearlessness. However, it was not an exemption for her to feel fragile at the same time when it came to the man she loved. Thinking about how Dylan made her feel that way, she sighed and raced her car to a bar.

When Scarlett arrived, the guards recognized her and immediately opened the door for her. She went straight to the counter and ordered a shot of vodka without waiting for the bartender to ask.

The bartender was yet to place the shot glass of hard liquor on the table. But Scarlett snatched it to the bartender and gulped it straight. It left a burning sensation in her throat. But she was too occupied with her thoughts about Dylan, so she ordered another shot. She needed to numb the pain of thinking about her unstable relationship with Dylan. She was confident in committing to him and doing everything to keep him, but she hated that he was distancing himself from her.

She consumed a few more shots of vodka when a man stood beside her. She knew men of this type, but she only glanced at him and smiled faintly before gulping another shot. The alcohol in her bloodstream began to make her feel drowsy. But still feeling the pain pulsating in her chest, she continued to get herself drunk.

"Hi...," the man greeted, unsure of talking to her. "I, uh,... I can sense that you're a bit stressed. Mind if I join you?"

Shaking her head, Scarlett replied, "Not at all." A taste of bitterness lingered on her tongue when she spoke. Hard liquors and being in low spirits were probably the worst traitors ever. Her blurry vision mistook Dylan for the man beside her. Her yearning hands instantly cradled the man's face tenderly in her arms and pressed her warm lips to his.

"Oh...," she moaned. "I missed you so much," she mumbled between her kisses. The man did not kiss her back at first. But she was Scarlett Evans, who always ensured she got what she wanted. She hungrily pushed her hot and moist lips to the man's and slipped her tongue in his until he finally returned her kisses. The bar was distracting, so Scarlett parted from him for a while. Impatient to leave, she immediately took some bills out of her wallet. Without counting them, she casually placed them on the counter.

"Keep the change," she uttered and was about to stand when she lost her balance. Fortunately, the man that looked like Dylan abruptly caught her and helped her stand straight.

Scarlett smirked. Her fingers brushed the man's lips and wandered down to his chest as she whispered, "Thanks, Handsome. Come with me. It's suffocating here."

The man could not help but instantly grab Scarlett by the waist. He pressed his body tightly against her and mashed his lips against hers before letting go of her. Everything around them was spinning as he guided her out of the bar.

When he put her in his car, Scarlett leaned her body on the seat and rested her dizzy head. After a while, he suddenly grabbed her and claimed her lips again. She was too drunk and lonely tonight to stop him.

Shortly after, Scarlett felt the man's hands traveling softly over her body underneath her dress. She could not help but close her eyes when it stopped between her legs as he took off her wet underwear and chucked it out. His playful finger repeatedly entered inside and outside of her, making her moan at the scorching sensation. Not too long after, she found herself seated on his bare lap.

The burning heat in her body made Scarlett succumb to the man's passionate touch and kisses in the depth of night. It led to them having intercourse once inside his car and several more times in his apartment.