Page 48 of Regret

The memories stabbed through her heart, and she closed her eyes, pushing it all back. Scarlet didn’t want to think of those times. She didn’t want to remember all the good she once had in her life. It was over. All those good times no longer existed except for in the far back corners of her mind. And if there was a way for her to be able to erase all those memories that would resurface every now and then to torture her, she would do it. Having no memories at all was better than having all the good memories that continued to haunt her. You couldn’t miss something you didn’t know you had.

They stopped in front of what Scarlet could only explain as a motherfucker of a house. It was a huge three-story mansion, with more windows than fucking walls.

Scarlet gaped at the architecture in front of her.

“Impressive, huh?” Hunter opened his door and got out.

“Very.”

Scarlet took one last glance at the mansion in front of her, noticing that the front door alone was probably wider than her entire damn apartment. Taking a deep breath, she opened her door…and hit Hunter right in the face.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, and grabbed his nose.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” She jumped out and tried to get a look at his face. “I didn’t see you.”

“No shit.”

“Hey, what the hell were you doing by the door anyway?”

He paused and looked at her while pinching his nose. “I wanted to open the fucking door for you.”

She balked. “You what?”

“Open the door for you. You know, that’s what men usually do.”

Dumbfounded, Scarlet stared at him as he let out a few soft groans while rubbing his face. And then she burst out laughing.

His eyebrows slanted inward. “What’s so fucking funny?”

“You.” She continued to laugh. “Your face is starting to look like a damn Christmas tree.”

“I’m glad you find my injuries amusing.” He pushed past her and headed up the stairs. “Come on.”

Scarlet still snickered. “So you wanted to open the door for me, Prince Charming?”

“Shut up.”

They were still on their way up the stairs when the huge-ass front door opened and Adam came walking out…with a damn towel wrapped around his waist.

“What’s this about, man?” Adam held his arms out wide.

“I need your help.” Hunter stopped in front of him and glanced down at the towel. “Please tell me there’s something beneath that towel.”

“What kind of a guy do you think I am?” Adam grinned, and then unwrapped the towel. “Of course I’m not wearing anything under the towel.”

“Good God.” Hunter tried to look anywhere except at Adam’s schlong.

Scarlet, on the other hand, kept on staring. “Wow, that’s impressive.”

Adam looked down at his package and then at her. “I know, right?”

“It’s like a dead rabbit hanging there.”

“Okay.” Hunter pulled Scarlet closer and placed his hand in front of her eyes. “Adam, put that dead animal away, would you?”

“Oh, believe me, it ain’t dead.”

Adam covered up and Hunter took his hand away from Scarlet’s eyes.

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