Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Erica was very disappointed because she had really been keen on winning that prize. Although she didn’t even know what the prize was going to be, she knew that she would actually have a shot at winning and enjoying it with Scarlett by her side.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Alright, fine. I’m going to head out then, I guess.”

Scarlett nodded her head and closed her eyes as Erica left the apartment. She was ready to take a nap and truly enjoyed her weekend.

But just as Scarlett was falling asleep, her phone suddenly started ringing loudly. Scarlett picked her phone up and sighed and then decided to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Scarlett, Please help me!” a loud voice shouted on the other side.

It was a call from her friend, Edith Field, another exchange student in Scarlett’s program.

“What happened? What’s wrong, Edith?” Scarlett asked on the phone.

“Glen is in trouble. He gambled with those gangsters from Weston Street. He has lost several million bucks now!” Edith said worriedly.

Scarlett was shocked. She sat up and asked, “How much?”

“About five or six million. You gotta help him!” Edith lowered her voice. She was kind of worrying that Scarlett wouldn’t end up coming over to help.

“I have told you not to hang out with those shady dudes, why didn’t you listen to me? They’re actual gangsters, how did you think it would be a good idea to go ahead and gamble with them? And now you want me to help you? What the fuck, Edith?” Scarlett said angrily.

Edith was a timid person, and she didn’t know what she should do, so she could only keep pleading with Scarlett, “They still have one game left. Glen will be done if he loses again…”

The Glen in question was none other than Glen Reed. Born to American parents, he was raised for the first few years of his life in Paris. With his devilish good looks and murderous charm, he was a playboy of the highest order. He always had many women around them and fell in and out of torturous affairs from one week to the next. The one and only girlfriend he had actually introduced to his friends and family was Edith.

“Wait there! I’m coming.” Scarlett said. After that, she got up from the sofa and put on a sweater and her coat quickly. With that, she bolted out the door.

***

Everyone knew about the Westin Street gangsters. They weren’t like ordinary street gangs who got in trouble with the law every now and then for offenses related primarily to drugs. Instead, the Westin gang was highly organized and disciplined, and it was said that they had ties to every major industry and every arm of the central government.

Elijah Cotton, who was said to be the head of the gang, was a very mysterious man. His name often popped up in dubious scenarios. He was, in other words, the most important lynchpin of the Parisian underworld.

Although Glen was a loyal friend, he had many bad habits. Scarlett and he had first bonded over their shared love for racing cars, but he was much more of a gear head than her. He was into gambling, too, and was about as financially literate as a newborn child. So, he was always losing money and then borrowing from friends just to get by.

Scarlett drove the second-hand car she had bought the other week wearing a full face mask. She couldn’t afford to be seen here by anyone in the media. After passing a few blocks, Scarlett finally stopped in front of a gray door.

“Who are you?” a security guard stopped her.

Scarlett tore off her mask and showed her face. After that, the security guard stepped back wordlessly, and the door slowly opened. Right then, a tall man came out from inside, and he had a gun strapped to his waist.

“Nice to see you, Miss Morris!” he flashed a fake smile at Scarlett.

“Where are my friends? I’m here to take them back.” Scarlett asked.

Instead of answering her question, he just asked, “My boss wants to race with you, are you interested in that? Hmm, what do you think? It’ll be fun.”

Scarlett pushed him away and said, “I’m sorry, I’m not interested in any such indulgences. I just came here for my friends.”

As she walked in, she saw Glen sitting there with scrapes and bruises all over his face. Edith was sitting next to him, pressing a cold compress to his swollen left cheek.

“How did you get beaten up like this? What the fuck happened?” Scarlett said while she walked closer to them.

“Why are you here?” Glen looked up at her, and then he looked at Edith and asked, “Did you call her to come here?”

“Glen, come on. Look at what they did to you. If I’d let you go on, you would have died.” Edith cried out, tears starting to trickle down her face.

“Come on, I’m not blaming you. Don’t cry in front of me.” Glen said impatiently. He felt bad that he managed to hurt Edith. He didn’t like to see her crying.

At that moment, the gentle patter of footsteps came to them from behind. The sound was rhythmic. Scarlett felt a cold wind brush against her back, so she turned to find out who was behind her.

“Are you Scarlett Morris?” A man asked hoarsely. His voice was raspy as if he were a pack-a-day smoker.

The man was Elijah Cotton, the dark figure behind some of Paris’ most convoluted scandals. With her hands in her pocket, Scarlett nodded and said, “How are you doing?”

“What a typical American!” he smiled, “Always trying to make small talk.” His voice was still jarring to Scarlett.

Scarlett frowned and immediately recognized he was the boss here. After all, she had learned a lot of things from Francis, and one of them was how to recognize the boss among a crowd.

“Elijah, so nice to run into you like this! I’m honored to see you in person. To what do I owe this pleasure?” She smiled with her hands hiding behind her back, taking a deep breath.