DRAKE
There's only one thing you need to know about
me: I'm an addict and Scarlett Cavil is my drug.
I'm not sure when the addiction started or
how it came to life. Perhaps it was the friendship, or those nights
when she cradled my head between her breasts and comforted me as
cancer tore through my body. Or when she critiqued and listened
patiently to every design idea I had.
Perchance a different vibe started the
addiction. Such as the first time I kissed her and felt
butterflies, fucking butterflies! Or the first time I lifted her
ass into my mouth and smelled her sweet pussy before I tasted her
with my tongue and spilled all over my pants. It could also be the
time when I buried my ten-inch cock so far up her belly I knew I’d
put a child in there. It sounds crazy but I felt it, the particular
moment my semen found her egg. The universe moved inside me. I
forgot where I ended and she began because our souls joined into
one that night.
Like most addicts, I can't tell you when
exactly the addiction started.
What I can tell you is that Scarlet Cavil is
the most meaningful and powerful experience in this world to me.
She was, is, and will always be my god. I worship her.
When she left me, I ran mad. I searched every
corner of this earth to find her. But Scarlett has always been a
cunning woman, and unfortunately so, the only one who could read my
mind.
I suppose that was why I felt so hopeless. I
knew if Scarlett wanted to hide from me, she was perhaps the only
person in the world who could pull it off.
Her family was rich; not that money would be
a problem. Scarlett was fucking gorgeous with huge tits and a juicy
round ass that would make even a pastor do a double take.
Men would gladly do anything for Scarlett,
included helping her escape from me.
Also, she knew where I would go looking for
her. All she had to do was avoid ever showing up there.
So I waited. For three years, I waited for
her to come back. To return my fucking heart back to my chest. I
didn't believe in God but I prayed to him to bring Scarlett
back.
She never showed.
For three years, the woman who was my best
friend for most of my adult life didn't send me a word, not even a
note to let me know she was alive! How dare she? What had I done to
deserve that? I hated her. I wanted her to die, but only if I could
die with her. Then we can finally be together.
She became my obsession. My angel. My
demon.
One part of my heart ached for her every
passing minute. The other part despised her; wished her nothing but
unhappiness and suffering.
I lashed out, desperately seeking for
anything to stop the endless pain of Scarlett.
Nicole happened.
Her sister.
I knew it was an absolute mistake from the
beginning. I tried to stop it, but I was a weak, disgusting man. A
vile one too. Because I knew young, gullible Nicole had always been
infatuated with me, and I took advantage of it.
The only thing I could credit myself for was
that I was always honest with Nicole. I made sure to convey a
necessary fact to her: I can’t love another woman apart from her
sister. She said if I gave her a chance, she could make me love
her. Ah, sweet Nicole. I always respected her persistence, but what
I found the most alluring about her were her hands, the slender
slightly crooked fingers in them that reminded me of
Scarlett’s.
Scarlett again. I was cursed the moment I
laid eyes on her. I was certain of this.
Nicole knew this too, but she still wanted to
marry me. Her mother insisted, begged even. Anything to overshadow
the disgrace she believed Scarlett brought on the family was gospel
to her. Shallow woman. Sure, Scarlett disgraced them. But me?
Scarlett shot me in the fucking heart. She ripped my balls off.
And that was when it occurred to me. I should
marry Nicole. I should marry Nicole for Scarlett. Of course, the
sensible angel on my right shoulder warned and rallied against it
from the beginning. But the hurt and bitter devil on my left
shoulder won; his
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