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SCARLETT

Alex’s behavior shook me to my very core.

The vulnerability and desperation that he oozed of was unlike him, but somehow it didn’t make me think less of him. If any other man who I’d known to possess a domineering and commanding energy has fallen to his knees before me that way, I’d have lost every ounce of respect for him in an instant.

But something somewhere forced my initial impression of Alex to remain untainted. As much as he wasn’t a gentleman or a friend in any capacity to me, I had an odd amount of respect for him because of his affiliation with a talent company I’d dreamt of working at for countless years.

Still, after the sex scandal, I started to hate him, so, I put up impenetrable walls against him, but his pleas had almost torn them down.

My wolf had been clawing at my insides and forcing me to defy logic and let him touch me, at least to pleasure me as proof that he was now a better man that cared to cater to my sexual satisfaction above his.

However, I fought