Taming Scarlet Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
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There it was.

I guess it was inevitable.

I figured it would take a little longer, though.

“Let me guess, this information came to you from your pedophile best friend, Stephen Moore.”

If I was going to be fired, I was going to have my say.

Marcus’s face fell for a second before the tightness was back around his eyes.

“My daughter has been talking, I see.”

“And, unlike you, I have been listening,” I said.

Hey, if I was fired, I might as well let him know what a dick I thought he was for not trusting his own kid.

“It takes someone with their priorities really fucking twisted to take the side of a man who groped your daughter and is actively trying to overtake your company over your own flesh and blood,” I added, watching as Marcus’s head jerked back. Like the words had impact.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted, not someone who liked being proven wrong, who would ever admit that.

“I think I am the only one who knows what they’re talking about here, actually, Marcus.”

“I’m not discussing my business with a man who can’t handle his own.”

“I’ll admit it, I fell in love with your daughter. That wasn’t in the plans. But I know how to do my job. All due respect, Marcus, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about when it comes to that. For example, did you know she’s being stalked?” I asked, watching as his face fell. “I didn’t think so.”

“Stalked? By who?”

“That’s what I am supposed to be working on today. Tracking down this bastard who has some sick thoughts about Scarlet. Instead, I’m here. Getting fired.”

“Is she in danger?”

“In my professional opinion? Yeah. This guy has been fucking with her for what seems like at least a year. But he’s escalating. He’s sending her pink roses with notes to her building.”

“Pink roses?” Marcus asked, brows drawing down. “She doesn’t like those. I sent her some for her birthday two years ago. She reminded me that pink roses were her mother’s favorite, not hers.”

“Does…” I started, but stopped when my phone started to ring in my pocket. “Excuse me,” I said, reaching for it. “It’s Eric,” I added before answering. “Eric, not a great—“

“We can’t find Scarlet.”

“What?” I hissed. “What the fuck do you mean you can’t find Scarlet? She’s at the spa with the girls.”

“The girls said she had a visitor. They all assumed it was you.”

“It wasn’t me. I’m with her father right now. How long ago was this?”

“Forty-five minutes or so,” Eric said. “The girls—“

“Julian,” a woman’s voice cut him off. No-nonsense. That was Di, not Drea. “The staff said she went to meet someone out the back entrance. But she’s not there. And the staff won’t let us see the cameras.”

A growl escaped me.

“I will be there in ten minutes.”

“Should we call the police?” Drea asked.

“You can try. I don’t know if the cops will come for this if there’s no proof she is missing,” I said, striding out of Marcus’s office.

“Okay. I’ll try.”

I was hanging up as I got in the elevator, Marcus right at my side.

“I only caught half of that, but when I hear the word cops in the same conversation as my daughter, I have to assume that it’s bad.”

“She’s missing. The girls said she had a visitor and everyone assumed it was me. She went out the back door… and hasn’t been seen since.”

“Christ,” Marcus said, reaching for his phone. “My driver is down the block.”

I didn’t object to that. It would be easier to make his driver speed than it would some random cabbie.

I’d been involved in a bunch of shit in my life. Life or death shit. But I’d never been as panicked as I was then. My heart seemed to take up residence in my throat, and my stomach was twisting into knots, tightening with each moment that passed.

Thankfully, most of Scarlet’s life existed in a twenty-block radius. So it was a quick drive from Marcus’s building to the spa, where we found Di in the front, pitching a fucking fit at the staff.

“You bring up the camera feed right now, or I will sue this place and every single one of you until your children’s children are in my debt,” Marcus said, and I felt my lips twitch a bit at the threat I knew he was more than willing to make good on if they didn’t give in.

Luckily, the manager decided to not wait for the owner, bringing Marcus and I into the back room, and rolling back the footage.

And there it was.

A car pulling out of the drive.

A man getting in the car.

A man slamming the trunk.

A man throwing a woman in the trunk.

It was rewinding too fast to make out faces, but I felt my heartbeat hammering against the confines of my ribcage as I saw the moment Scarlet was snatched off the fucking street.


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