Page 47 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Yeah, I’ve checked them out. Her name is Olivia or something. Now that I think of it, you’ve met her at dinner. Remember? The one Roman’s company hosted.”

“What?” Scarlett asked, getting up and picking up her beach bag.

Marcus laughed. “Don’t play dumb Scarlett, we both know you went to his company dinner to check him out.”

“I know you’re still hung up on him,” he said, giving a small smile.

“Marcus…”

“But that’s okay, and I have all the patience in the world, I’ll wait.”

Scarlett scoffed, “Marcus honey, I don’t want it to seem like I’m some jealous ex. I love you.”

Scarlett meant it, but she also still loved Roman. That was not something she was going to admit, even if it was obvious.

“So,” she began, changing the subject, “you said I met that woman? Who is she?”

“Come here, I’ll show you her picture instead,” he said, bringing out his phone from his pocket.

It was impossible. It had to be a setup, Scarlett thought as her boyfriend flipped through his gallery, showing her the picture.

Scarlett took a step backward.

“What is it?”

Now she remembered who that was.

It was the same girl who was ogling Roman from afar.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Marcus asked, smiling.

“I gotta say, he’s got good taste.”

Scarlett bit back a choice reply.

“Yes, of course, she is, and so am I,” she said with a smile.

Scarlett’s confident declaration hung in the air, and Marcus raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned closer to her, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You think you can be the perfect girlfriend, huh?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Scarlett’s lips curled into a playful smile as she leaned in even closer, her voice low. “Oh, Marcus, I can be whatever you need me to be,” she replied, her tone dripping with confidence.

Marcus’s gaze intensified, his hand gently tracing a line along Scarlett’s jawline. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice husky.

Scarlett nodded, a glimmer in her eyes. “Absolutely. I can play the part flawlessly, make everyone believe we’re the real deal.”

Marcus chuckled softly, a mix of intrigue and desire dancing in his eyes. “Well, then, I suppose we have a deal,” he said, his tone laden with anticipation.

Their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. The world around them faded into oblivion as their lips met in a passionate, electrifying kiss.

The kiss was a fiery blend of desire and intensity, a mutual exploration of their hidden desires. It was a meeting of two souls yearning for connection, entwined in a dance of tangled emotions.

As they pulled away, a spark of anticipation glimmered in Scarlett’s eyes. “So, Marcus, shall we give Mr Winston a performance they’ll never forget?” she asked.

Marcus grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, Scarlett, I do not doubt that we’ll leave them all breathless,” he replied, a newfound excitement coloring his words.

“And let us make sure they have no chance of getting through to Mr. Winston.”

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