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Scornfully Yours

Prologue


It’s official! I dreadfully fell in love with Carter after a couple of months dating him.

It isn’t easy to come to terms with this realization knowing with full certainty that Carter Mason will not like this very fact. He’ll most likely just drop me like a hot potato the moment he knows.

In the very beginning, he was quite clear about emphasizing this. “I don’t do any of these hearts and butterflies shit, Em. I don’t do love and happy ever after shit either.” Yep, that’s how he said them but still, I went ahead and jumped in bed with him with what little armor I could muster.

Carter is our University star forward player in our Football (Soccer to the rest of America) team. He’s only a Junior and still has another year to graduate but scouts all over the world watch him play. They say he’s the next Becks. He’s that good! Carter’s tall, dark, and handsome with thick killer thighs and the nicest bottom you’ll ever get to see. Not to mention the fact that he’s a dynamite in the sheets and the sweetest (if he’s in the mood) boyfriend. Everyone adores Carter and when he wanted to date me, there was no chance in the universe to even consider saying no.

Lindsey, his sister and my roommate, was over the moon when we started dating. Although, I didn’t mention what his brother’s ‘terms’ were in the relationship. I’m a bit sure that she wouldn’t think it was ‘love at first sight’ and more of ‘lust at first glance’.

In the beginning, his rules were great. I mean I couldn’t agree more to it. Who would want to be tied down with a serious relationship when you’re in college anyway? I’ve seen way to many women who would drop classes or quit a semester because they were too hurt and heartbroken to come to school. I certainly didn’t want to become one of those, so Carter’s thing made sense.

It did until I fell in love with him and now I’m not too sure anymore.
 


CHAPTER 1


My phone vibrated and I fished it out of my purse.

Carter: Baby, want to meet me for lunch?

Crap, this is not good since I haven’t decided what to do with him yet.

Me: Sorry, can’t do. I have school stuff to do.

It was a half lie, technically. But what was I to do? I’m still coming to terms with what I feel for him and certainly seeing him without me freaking out was out of the question.

My Human Sexuality class ended with a yawn. My teacher, Mrs. Crowley, was a total bore and to think I was ecstatic to enroll to this class. What a laugh!

I was surprised to see Lindsey was outside waiting for me when I came out of the class. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Let’s do lunch then I’ll tell you all about it!” her pretty pink glossed lips pouted. I love Lindsey to pieces but this woman can be so emotional sometimes.

“Oh okay, I’m starving anyway. What do you feel like having?”

“Tacos and margarita!” she exclaimed.

We ended up at Los Agaves and ordered our usual. Lindsey was busy on her phone. She had waited on me outside class before, twice actually. And those were quite interesting. It’s her thing and I’m her 911 emergency person. Which is why I’m wondering what’s taking her awhile to speak up?

Lindsey Mason’s not your average chick. She’s straight forward no-nonsense kind of gal. She’s quite smart, 4.0 GPA and them some kind of smart. She’s brunette sexy and adores her brother more than anything. Carter and Lindsey’s parents died of a car crash seven years ago. Their Aunt and Uncle adopted them. I know she’s close to them but Carter doesn’t speak much about that matter. He rarely ever opens up. Well, in fact he never did.

My relationship with Carter was mostly based on well, sex and not much in between it.

She pushed her phone aside and clasped her hands on the table. “Brody wants to date me.” Brody Thompson is Carter’s best bud.

“….and?” I knew it! I even teased her about it before. I saw how Brody’s been checking her out but she always played it off like I was imagining things.

“And I’m thinking of saying no?” Linds bit full bottom lip, brushed a lock of hair and tucked it behind her ear.

“Why not Brody? He’s cute!”

Lindsey leaned back and huffed. “Why not Brody? Okay, let me break this down for you. First, he’s my brother’s best friend. Second, we grew up together and I was friends to some of his ex’s. Third, Brody’s just not my type.”

“He is so your type Linds! Admit it you don’t have to be all coy.” She was halted from responding because our waiter delivered out food. I took a lengthy refreshing sip of my strawberry margarita.

“Fine, I was lying. I think Brody’s hot but he and I aren’t happening. I know you’re wondering why but we just aren’t okay? I just wanted you to know that because I might be skipping a few parties with you guys.” That’s odd. So what if she’s turning him down, Brody’s not going to be a sore bear.

“That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?” I took a big bite of my chicken tacos and tummy did a little happy meringue dance. God, I am starving!

She merely just shrugged. “It is what it is, doll.” Lindsey wiped a little sauce on the side of her lips with the white linen napkin and focused on me.
“How are thing between you and Carter? Still going strong? We’re almost like sisters if you think about it.” I coughed at her sentiment, seriously?

“It’s not like that about Carter and me. In fact, that’s far from what we are. Truth be told, it’s like having an exclusive bootie call with a dash of party scene involved.”

She finished her margarita. “Fucking, Carter! I don’t get why he’s so afraid of commitment. I just want him to be happy. Are you happy, Em? I mean—with this cold technical arrangement?”

I was, but not anymore. I love Carter but shit will hit the fan if he knew. Carter’s known to bounce out of the relationship once those three words are spoken. Ask the long line of broken hearted females who made that very daunting mistake.

“I am…I mean I was but I’m not too sure anymore. Carter’s a great guy, Linds but I don’t think I’m that girl anymore.” Before, I was the type of girl who was a free spirit and had no care in the world as long as I had a good time. But things changed now and I have to act fast.

“I support you in whatever decision you will choose. But to be honest, if my brother can’t give you his all, why the heck would you want to stay, you know?” I nodded.

Yep, why should I stay?

Let’s see, because you’ll go mad with gaga without him? You’ve been living and breathing the scent of the very sexy Carter Mason for the last three months, how do you figure to survive without the ambrosial enticement?

Carter’s not my first love. I’ve been in love before. His name was Lewis Grand and he was my high school sweetheart. It was cute and sweet, a total opposite to what I have with Carter. Lewis left to study medicine at Harvard. He planned to take a year or two to go to Africa and help the needy. Lewis was a great guy but I didn’t see us working out since he would be so far away. That’s why dating Carter was the perfect solution and now that solution just became a perplexing quandary.

After lunch, Linds had to get back to school for her class. I was free for the rest of the day, so I decided to hit the beach and try to figure out my head. It was a warm glorious September afternoon and the beach looked heavenly. Santa Barbara was a nice little charming town. It has a rustic Spanish feel to it. I grew up in Ojai, a mere forty-minute drive from here. My parents didn’t argue much when I decided to study nearby. I think they were more relieved that I didn’t plan to tag along with Lewis in Boston.

My mom and dad adored Lewis, but they love their baby girl more and would rather have me close by more than anything else. I swiftly parked my car and opened my trunk to fetch a beach towel. Living around here, it’s mandatory to have a beach towel and extra clothes in the trunk. With my purse and towel tucked in my arm, I trotted to the shore and found a spot. Somewhere not too close to the buzz of people, but somewhere not too far either because my imagination tends to run along the lines of me getting stabbed to death or someone will try to kidnap me. Weird really, but I blame watching too much Bones and True Blood.

I sighed and lied on the towel. The sun greeted my face and I basked in its delightful warmth.

My ringing phone brought me out of my reverie. Carter.

“Hey”

“Hey. I just saw Linds and she said you two had lunch? Why wasn’t I invited? I would love to dine with my two favorite girls.” I rolled my eyes. I’m your favorite girl, for now.

“Yeah, she wanted to have some girl time. What’s up, Carter?” I wanted to sound bored and irritated but my voice ended up sounding breathy.

“Just wondering what you’re up to ‘coz I’m free for the rest of the afternoon. Feel like coming over and chill a bit?” His voice deepened when he said ‘coming over’. It’s basically his come-hither term for let’s fuck.

“Um, I don’t know about that Carter.” I whispered. I wanted to kick myself (if I could) for falling for a guy like Carter.

I mean—come on, Emma! Where the hell was your brain, huh? It was probably somewhat brain dead and was blown out of proportion from mind-numbing orgasms. It was supposed to be a clean way to have fun, enjoy college and at the same time I get to experience what it’s like to be with a bad boy for the first time. As much as I loved Lewis then, I’ve always wondered what it was like to be with someone wild and unrestricted. Someone with no limits and boundaries and hadn’t much care in world or cared what others thought. Carter fit the bill and I was sucked into his world the moment our eyes clashed.

“I haven’t seen you in two days, Em. TWO DAYS. This is the longest time I haven’t seen you.” Carter started to sound adamant and irritated. I guess two days with no sex can really make a man grumpy?

“I’ve been busy”

“Busy? You’ve been busy? Get real, Em. We both know you haven’t been busy. Why don’t you come over? Maybe it’s high time we talk.” And here it is, Doomsday.

“I’ll see you in an hour.”

“In an hour and not a second longer, got it? If you keep hiding away from me, I will scour the entire campus to look for you.” He was heated. Carter was in fact angry and his under lying threat was quite clear. My time’s up and it’s time to face the music and dance.

“Got it,” I responded and quickly ended the call.

After thirty minutes, I decided to get up and gathered my belongings and headed out to see Carter.

Carter bought a villa that over looked the beach and his friends, Brody and Caleb, rented out rooms. It was a beautiful four-bedroom villa and actually quite close to Main Street, where all the action happens. Bars and shopping stores are located on this strip.

I parked my car just outside his house. I killed the engine and took a steady breath.

“Showtime,” I muttered under my breath as I opened my door. The guys never lock the main door. I’ve asked several times as to why that was but they all shrugged me off. These boys were reckless and they always wondered why some of their things always go missing? Like cell phones, laptops, ipods and whatever paraphernalia there was known to man. These guys grew up in Montecito after all. Money wasn’t really a big thing to them.

Even though my parents are both doctors and we didn’t lack of money, they never failed to instill the value of money. They taught me how to be responsible and how to spend my money wisely.

I pushed the doorjamb and the white heavy door opened. The house was actually quiet, for the first time since I’ve known the trio. They usually have a crowd of people lounging and hanging around. Where was everyone?

“Good of you to finally show up!” Carter announced on top of the landing, only donning his cargo shorts on. His tanned, sculpted torso and abs were out on display. His dark hair still had droplets of water like he just came out of the shower. I salivated like a bitch in heat. Fuck, this is not going as planned!

“I’m five minutes early. What more do you want?” I asked, only in a mere whisper.

He slowly took his time coming down the stairs, using his usual lazy, care-free swag as he came to me. It sucked! The man didn’t even try to look hot. He just is. Like air equals breathing, water equals drinking. Carter Mason equals SEXY-ing. It’s ridiculous and quite absurd. I hated him even more to even hold that kind of power over me. Clearly, I am more than mystified.

His lazy saunter ended him before me. All in his almost bare naked glory. He stood a foot away as he studied me quietly. “What more do I want, Emma?” Parroting my question back, “I want you to be honest.”

He wants honesty? Right.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His gaze penetrated, never leaving me.

“Why? What’s changed? You were more than fine the last time we were together. If I correctly recall, you were more than fine. You were insatiable and didn’t want me to leave your side. You even followed me in the shower, what was that you said? Oh right, because you missed me. So, from that type of adoration to ‘I don’t think I can do this anymore’, tell me, what changed?”

My brows furrowed. Fuck! Damn it, was I really that pathetic the last time we were together? It’s sickening.

What do I tell him? I’m panicked and I can’t conjure any reason at this moment other than the real truth—that I fell in love with him—anything other than that fact.

“It’s just not working out, Carter.” God, that’s the best I could do? I really suck at this.

He moved a little closer. “That’s not really telling me much, Em. Do you just expect me to let you go?” He snapped his fingers, “just like that?”

Well, yeah. “Sort of.”

I gasped as he moved closer. His masculine scented skin hit me ten-folds. Fuck, my body shook as my senses took over.
This is so bad, stop it. I scolded by lascivious body.

“That’s where you’re wrong. This body….” The back of his forefinger grazed the tell-tale outline of my erect nipples, “…responds to me. You may not notice the changes, but when you entered my home, these weren’t visible,” he pinched my nipple and I gasped at his crass boldness. “But the second I stood before you…. your body betrays…it acknowledges the kind of power I have over you.”

So my nipples, have what…a Carter detector? I groaned.

He moved on me, his hand immediate sought the opening of my short denim skirt. His rough hand caressed the inside of my thighs as I stared at him wide-eyed. “Carter….”

“Let’s stick to what we’re good at Emma and that’s indulging each other’s needs, hmmm?” His wet, hot tongue ran along from the back of my ear to the base of my neck. He squatted down and parted my legs. His finger pushed my thong aside and his tongue found my wet folds.

Panting, “Carter….someone might come back! We can’t do this out here for everyone to see!”

Carter’s tongue was heated and rushed as his finger found my hot entrance and toyed with it. Damn it, his gifted tongue is like a whirlpool full of ferocious intensity and will most definitely suck you in. He has the capability to suck me in to its dark depths, free-falling and no parachute to hang on to.

My fingers found his dark hair and grabbed on to it. He hooked my left leg on to his shoulder making things incoherent for me. At this point, I could care less if his friends walked in on us like this. I was past modesty and restraint. My body was tightening and my insides started to curl from the brewing force of my orgasm. I was only a mere second away from convulsing when he stopped.

Carter unbuttoned his cargo pants and stood in the foyer butt naked. His throbbing cock was gleaming against the sun rays that flittered through the windows. I swallowed at his sheer tanned masculine beauty. The energy was charged, aroused with pure and potent sexual ardor.

It’s always like this with him, with us. It was just sex and more sex, and nothing much in between. No talks about tomorrow. No hearts and butterflies as he promised.

He didn’t even bother with kissing or words. Since my legs were partially parted already, he jammed his cock inside me without haste. Damn, my body exulted at the very feel of him….filling me like no other man can. Carter’s passionate fucking borders on fervid senseless mating. He has a way of setting me ablaze, burned up with heat and need for him and him alone.

I hooked my leg up on his thigh as he pummeled me deeper. His hands gripped my hips as he hammered me into oblivion. I gripped his shoulder when he lifted me off the floor and roughly pushed me against the wall as if I weighed nothing. With each powerful hard thrust of his hips, my mind shattered.

“Carter!” I panted as my orgasm convulsed around my body, around his cock. My vagina walls tightened at the very length of his manhood, driving him even further with rapid need of completion, his release. His climax was a heavenly act in itself. The feel of his rigid body, the moment he screams my name when he unloads his seed inside me. With another final push of his cock, he lowered me back onto the marbled floor.

I tried to move but both of his hands were planted against my fuzzy head, his cock impaling me from moving. My blue eyes searched his darkened depths but couldn’t read them.

“There will be no talks of you leaving me, Em. The only way this ends is when I say it ends. You got that?”

I got that, loud and clear mister. It’s pretty clear that this relationship I had with him altered the moment I fell in love with the jackass.

“Lewis and I are thinking of getting back together.” I blurted out a technical lie. Truth, Lewis wanted to try it again but I never wanted to. But at this point, I’d do and say anything to get away from this insensitive man.

“I beg your pardon?” He uttered in his most deadly tone. I don’t care anymore if this will make him angry. I’m past caring.

“You heard me. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Was this your goodbye fuck then?” He nudged his hips forward, making me unconsciously moan. His cock was semi-hard after our first session but now I can feel it growing rapidly to its full length and girth.

“You’re the one who started it, but sure—if you want to call it that. You can un-sheath yourself off of me now.” I ordered but his wicked eyes twinkled.

“Oh no, my luminous beauty, I have yet to satiate myself before I can un-sheath myself.” He smiled as he picked me up and carried me to flight of stairs and onto his master bedroom.

After two hours of long arduous lovemaking session, he finally relented. We lied naked against the sheets as we both stared blankly at the ceiling. My legs were still slightly parted and they were vibrating and quivering after the longstanding feeling of being stretched and used to its capacity for the past couple of hours.

Carter sat up and planted his soles on the floor. His rippled back looked so enticing and I wanted to badly wrap my arms around his neck and tail kisses along his spine.

Not once did he kiss me today, it’s not really his thing but he obliges me a few kisses here and there. He suddenly stood up and aimed for the bathroom but he stopped amidst his stride. Without looking at me, he spoke. “You can gather your things and go now. I’ll see you around.”

I couldn’t even muster a good comeback because I was beyond hurt. I knew he was an insensitive prick, but at least I hoped to have a civilized parting. Stupid, stupid asshat!

I shot out of bed and immediately sought for my discarded clothing. I’d die if he comes out of the shower and I’m still waiting here, pondering things like a good little rabbit. Not a chance in hell!

I haughtily left his house and drove back to the dorms. University of California Santa Barbara’s is not only known for their good programs but is also notoriously known across the nation as a top party school. Oh yeah, I plan to hit the party circuit hardcore but not tonight. Tonight, I planned to lick my wounds, recharge, and shuffle the riotous order that is racking my brain.

News of my break-up with Carter will be spread like a bad wildfire on a hot summer in California. I have to mentally prepare myself of what that entailed, for me and for the onslaught of awaiting women who wanted a piece of our school’s hottest athlete.

Carter Mason was now single and quite ever so ready to mingle.