Chapter 3
SCARLET
I still couldn’t get over the thought of Luke being here in Cambridge. I’d been debating with myself whether to show up and introduce myself formally, but how could I? I couldn’t ask Mom for his number. I didn’t know where he lived.
However, I was more concerned about what I would feel if I saw him. I would certainly have mixed emotions. I’d heard Thomas assigned him to a new business project in Cambridge, and he was going to stay for three months. It would be enough time before I graduate in two months. I badly needed the help of someone with IT expertise for my thesis. Luke had been an IT genius during his Harvard days.
I frowned at my wristwatch. The Uber came at last, after fifteen minutes of waiting. I dragged my suitcase along with me and stepped into the car. To my irritation, my phone rang the moment I settled in the car.
“Good evening, Miss Scarlet Carter?” the driver greeted. “Your destination is JFK airport?”
“Yes, thank you.” I drew out the phone from my pocket. Jax’s name appeared on the screen. “Yes, what is it?” I snapped.
“What’s with your tone?”
“I’m sorry. I’m going to be late for my nine o’clock flight.”
“Is it today?” he asked, then cleared his throat.
“Yes. Why did you call me?”
“I just want to remind you of our agreement. Nine days to go, Ericka.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you just find another woman to screw this weekend?”
“Unfortunately, I’ve been busy. I flew back home last night.” He groaned. I noticed the grogginess in his voice. Jax told me that he was a businessman and that he often flies around the world. I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but he made himself clear about how much he hated liars, so I guessed he was telling the truth. Though, I didn’t bother asking about it.
I frowned. “Isn’t your home in New York? I still don’t understand the coincidences between us.”
“Yet, you won’t let me see you. I’m starting to hate answering your queries about your job. Are you sure you’re a graduate?”
“Of course I am. I wouldn’t be able to register in the app if I wasn’t, right? Also, as I said, your expertise in IT is wider than mine. I’m still new to this.”
“I’m pretty sure you also didn’t give your real name on Pro-Express.”
“Ericka is my real name,” I lied. “But I’m sure yours isn’t Jax.”
“Do you want me to tell you my real name?”
“No. Thank you,” I declined right away. I had stalker tendencies. If I knew about him, I would search for his name all over the internet.
“You’ll soon find out when we meet.”
“What if I’m ugly?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not.”
“I said, what if? What if I’m not your type?”
“Then I’ll cover your head with the bedsheet.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay. Because I’m sure, you’ll be disappointed. I’m not pretty.”
“I don’t care. I only care about how wet you could get if I’m inside you.” And there, I felt something building up inside me.
“You don’t care about appearance, is that it?”
“No. I care, but it would be much easier if you’d tell me what you look like.”
“I look like a woman.” I giggled. “Why are you in New York? Didn’t you just arrive in Cambridge a few days ago?”
“It’s family matters. Something came up,” he said. “I can easily find you when you get here, you know?”
“You won’t do that.”
“I said I could. I didn’t say I would. And I don’t stalk. I only search for people if they commit fraud.”
“Good. Because I’m going to sue you.”
He laughed softly. “I’ll see you in nine days. When is your flight back?”
I shrugged. “Maybe in a week.”
“Good, I have to hang up. My father’s calling from the other line. Have a safe flight, Ericka.”
“Thanks, bye.”
I hung up and tried to call Thomas’ number, but his line was busy, so I just sent him a message. I told him about my expected time of arrival. I just hoped he received it. He’d insisted on having me picked up at the airport.
He was happy that I was finally coming home. If only he could wrap me in a box with a ribbon as a present to my mother. Thomas was a great man, and he was a good husband to Mom. Whenever we talked over the phone, he never stopped talking about how much he loved her. But I’d heard that he was a strict man, and the King of the house—and me being late could upset him.
However, his son Luke was no prince since he hardly stayed in the house. Then that made my Mom the Queen. I wonder… would they treat me like a princess? I giggled at the thought, but I remembered that I didn’t want to be one.
The flight went smoothly. Honestly, I was excited and nervous at the same time. It’d been six years since I last saw New York. As usual, the airport was crowded. I dragged my luggage off the baggage carousel and decided to find Thomas’ driver.
After a few minutes of searching, I still couldn’t find him. Mom said he should be a man in his early forties, and he had my picture so he would quickly find me. My shoulders and feet were beginning to feel heavy. I was thinking he got stuck in traffic.
I drew out my phone and decided to call Thomas. But, as I was scrolling through my contacts, someone approached me. I lifted my head to see who, and to my surprise, Luke was standing in front of me. I gasped a little at the sight of him. My heart pounded abnormally.
“Hello, little sister,” he greeted. His voice was cultured and strangely familiar. My imagination and memory didn’t do justice to how beautiful he was. He was even more gorgeous than I last saw him. He was dressed in a tailored, navy-blue suit with a gray silk tie, a Constantin wristwatch, and I was sure that he was wearing a pair of custom-made shoes.
My knees started to feel weak. Luke’s deep gray eyes were piercing through mine, and his chiseled jaw was sharp and defined.
“Luke,” I breathed. “How did you find me?”
He flashed out a half-smile. I almost melted. “I remembered your face a little.”
“Where’s…. Where’s the driver?” I asked, my mouth still feeling dry. He was too beautiful; it was too much to handle.
“He’s not here. Come on.” He snatched the handle of my suitcase from me. I felt tingles in my stomach when his fingers brushed mine.
“Wait. What’s going on? How come you are here?”
“Unfortunately, Dad asked me to come and pick you up.” He looked briefly at his wristwatch, his left eyebrow raised. “Come. It’s getting late.”
LUKE
There were tons of reasons as to why I shouldn’t listen to Dad’s inconvenient request, and I was pretty much having a great time before he called. I could understand his attachment to Gene. My stepmother was one of a kind and the sweetest thing that had ever happened to our lives. I couldn’t list everything she’d done for us. She was a mother to me. Period.
However, Gene was enough. I didn’t like the idea of having a little sister. If it were a brother, I’d consider it. In addition, it was quite ridiculous to give out even the slightest part of my property that I worked my ass off for to a stranger. But since Dad asked nicely, I had no choice but to do it. Lastly, picking up this new little sister wasn’t that hard, but it was never my thing to engage myself in extra family matters.
At the airport, I didn’t see her right away. She was hard to remember. I’d only seen her once before. All I could recall was the skinny girl with mesmerizing brown eyes.
On the other hand, it’s astonishing how time could change someone. When I finally found her, she was too good to be true. She was one of the most beautiful faces I had ever laid eyes on. Her curves had changed through the years; I figured she was a late bloomer. Her breasts were full and round, stretching the fabric of her tight shirt as if they were screaming to burst out.
I groaned when she sat in the backseat. “What are you doing? Sit in the front. I’m not your driver.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, then moved into the front and buckled her seatbelt. “You remembered me,” she stated, her mouth curved the slightest smile. Oddly, she sounded familiar. I wonder where I’d heard her voice.
“Yes, but don’t think I'm friendly. I’m doing this for Gene. Do you understand?”
Her face went from red to pale, then she nodded. She still had the smallest face, like how I remembered her, and it was making me fucking mad, for some reason I didn’t understand.
“Is that how you normally communicate?” I had to ask.
“W-what? No,” she breathed. “It’s just… This is the first time we’ve actually talked.”
I swear I’ve heard her voice before. “Yes, this is,” I agreed, freeing my mind from such absurd thoughts. I revved the engine and pulled out of the place.