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MR. UNTOUCHABLE CHAPTER TWO

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MR. UNTOUCHABLE CHAPTER TWO

SCARLET

A few weeks ago

I was always lonely. I’ve never been happy. How about you? Are you lonely? By the way, what happened with your date? – Ericka

No. I’m not. Forget about my date because she’s a fucking liar and the thing I hate the most are fucking liars – Jax

Maybe you need to try and understand that they have their reasons – Ericka

He did not respond after I sent him those words. Jax clearly said he wasn’t into crybabies, and he had no remorse over the things he does, and I believed him. He fucked different women every week—like an endless loop.

I lied to Jax about many things, but I couldn’t seem to let him go. He was fun to talk to. The late-night phone calls were getting hot, and he knew exactly what I needed. He knew exactly how to make me too damned wet. The sound of his voice was delicious enough to make me aroused. I imagined Jax as a very, very attractive man. How much more would he affect me if I saw him?

It’d been several months since I joined the social media app. Mom came by my apartment and borrowed my computer. She’d logged into her email, which I accidentally opened later. What caught me and stopped me from logging out immediately was the first subject in her email. It was an interesting title in all capital letters.

ANONYMOUS CHAT EXCLUSIVE FOR HARVARD ALUMNI

Since Mom was an alumnus of Harvard, she received a link straight to Pro-Express Chat. I never actually wanted to use it, but I knew it would help me in the future. I’d only planned to use it to speak with the IT graduates for educational purposes. I felt a bit guilty using Mom’s link without her knowledge.

I lay on the soft foam of my bed, then grabbed my phone from the bedside table and signed in to the app. I composed a message to Jax.

Subject: Two weeks busy

You’ve been busy. And I’ve been thinking. How do you do it? I mean, how do you date that many women? Do you still dine at a restaurant before you go to the hotel? Are you the kind of guy who buys gifts?

Ericka

I bit my lip and tried to think of what he was going to respond to. A notification popped up.

Damn it, Jax. You’re only interested in one kind of message.

Subject: Re: Two weeks busy

I don’t date. What the hell are those questions? Do you want me to book a few reservations for us?

Jax

Subject: Re: Re: Two weeks busy

I thought you said it’s only for one night?

Ericka

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Two weeks busy

If it were you, I could make an exception.

Jax

I laughed. Damn, I was crazy. I reread his message many times, but I couldn’t get over what he said.

Really? Was he going to make an exception? For me? I was still amused that I couldn’t think of what to reply to, but his name appeared on my phone screen. I answered the call right away.

“Jax,” I breathed.

“What took you so long?” he asked, his voice irritated, “I don’t mind flying to Cambridge right now if you just tell me where you live.”

“I asked you because I was curious.” I bit my lip. “What do you look like?”

“If you want to know what I look like, then let me see you.”

I gasped quietly, my mouth getting dry. “Seriously, Jax.”

“I look like a man who wants my face between your legs. How about you? What do you look like?”

Now

“Yes, Mom. I’m already packing.” I put my phone on a loudspeaker so I could pack my things properly. She’d been calling me endlessly since last night, reassuring herself that I was going to come home for the weekend.

After Mom remarried, I never saw my stepfather or his son again. I flew straight to Cambridge to study, and they never once visited me. To be honest, I didn’t have any expectations that they would. Thomas was always busy with work, but he was kind to me. As for his son Luke? To him, I was invisible.

“I’m just so excited to see you, honey. It’s okay if it’s not on my birthday, and I understand that you are busy, but please just let Thomas’ driver pick you up at the airport next week,” she said, her voice high pitched as usual.

“No, Mom, but thank you. You know me, I don’t want to be treated like a princess with a bodyguard.” I stood and walked over to stand in front of the mirror. I let down my wavy, dark brown hair and stared at my reflection, finishing my makeup with a swipe of lip gloss. I then popped my mouth. I didn’t want to tell Mom I was flying to New York tonight. Though she knew I was going to come home, she had no idea that I was going to arrive early

“I just want to give the best for my only baby,” she said.

“I’m not your only one. I have a stepbrother, remember?”

“You’re still my only one. Lucas is never home, but he promised to attend the party tonight. Oh, by the way, honey, Luke is in Cambridge. He arrived there a few days ago, didn’t Thomas tell you?”

“Luke’s here? No, Thomas didn’t mention anything,” I murmured.

“Why don’t you ask Luke to meet? You two haven’t seen each other for a long time,” she suggested, and I shivered oddly as if someone poured cold water over my head.

For the record, the wedding day was the first and last time I saw him.

I noticed that every time Mom was talking about Luke, my stomach would start churning, and there was always this inexplicable pressure in my chest. Of course, I couldn’t tell her that I had a big crush on Luke, and I was always curious to know about him. I secretly stalked him on Google. I looked for social media accounts he might have, but there was nothing. I only found articles about him and the company. I tried and searched if he was dating, but there weren’t pictures of him with a woman.

I bit my lip hard as I remembered his face at the wedding. Luke was the epitome of male beauty—an utter perfection. Every time Mom talked about him, every hormone in me was rising.

So, I didn’t think meeting him was a good idea. “We’re not close.”

Mom heaved a sigh. “Would you believe me if he said the same when I asked him to meet you?”

I rolled my eyes. Of course, he wasn’t interested in meeting his one and only stepsister. “I’m not surprised.”

“Oh, well... That’s Luke. You’ll get to know him when you come home. I really miss you, honey.”

Damn, I was strangely excited. Butterflies filled my stomach.

“I miss you too, Mom.” So much.

***

I still couldn’t get over the thought of Luke being here in Cambridge. I’d been debating with myself whether to show up and introduce myself formally, but how could I? I couldn’t ask Mom for his number. I didn’t know where he lived.

However, I was more concerned about what I would feel if I see him. I would certainly have mixed emotions. I’d heard Thomas assigned him to a new business project in Cambridge, and he was going to stay for three months. It would be enough time before I graduated in two months. I badly needed the help of someone with IT expertise for my thesis. Luke had been an IT genius during his Harvard days.

I frowned at my wristwatch. The Uber came at last, after fifteen minutes of waiting. I dragged my suitcase along with me and stepped into the car. To my irritation, my phone rang the moment I settled in the car.

“Good evening, Miss Scarlet Carter?” the driver greeted. “Your destination is JFK airport?”

“Yes, thank you.” I drew out the phone from my pocket. Jax’s name appeared on the screen. “Yes, what is it?” I snapped.

“What’s with your tone?”

“I’m sorry. I’m going to be late for my nine o’clock flight.”

“Is it today?” he asked, then cleared his throat.

“Yes. Why did you call me?”

“I just want to remind you of our agreement. Nine days to go, Ericka.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you just find another woman to screw this weekend?”

“Unfortunately, I’ve been busy. I flew back home last night.” He groaned. I noticed the grogginess in his voice. Jax told me that he was a businessman and that he often flies around the world. I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but he made himself clear about how much he hated liars, so I guessed he was telling the truth. Though, I didn’t bother asking about it.

I frowned. “Isn’t your home in New York? I still don’t understand the coincidences between us.”

“Yet, you won’t let me see you. I’m starting to hate answering your queries about your job. Are you sure you’re a graduate?”

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t be able to register in the app if I wasn’t, right? Also, as I said, your expertise in IT is wider than mine. I’m still new to this.”

“I’m pretty sure you also didn’t give your real name on Pro-Express.”

“Ericka is my real name,” I lied. “But I’m sure yours isn’t Jax.”

“Do you want me to tell you my real name?”

“No. Thank you,” I declined right away. I had stalker tendencies. If I knew about him, I would search for his name all over the internet.

“You’ll soon find out when we meet.”

“What if I’m ugly?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not.”

“I said, what if? What if I’m not your type?”

“Then I’ll cover your head with the bedsheet.”

I laughed. “Okay, okay. Because I’m sure you’ll be disappointed. I’m not pretty.”

“I don’t care. I only care about how wet you could get if I’m inside you.” And there, I felt something building up inside me.

“You don’t care about appearance, is that it?”

“No. I care, but it would be much easier if you’d tell me what you look like.”

“I look like a woman.” I giggled. “Why are you in New York? Didn’t you just arrive in Cambridge a few days ago?”

“It’s family matters. Something came up,” he said. “I can easily find you when you get here, you know?”

“You won’t do that.”

“I said I can. I didn’t say I will. And I don’t stalk. I only search for people if they commit fraud.”

“Good. Because I’m going to sue you.”

He laughed softly. “I’ll see you in nine days. When is your flight back?”

I shrugged. “Maybe in a week.”

“Good, I have to hang up, my father’s calling from the other line. Have a safe flight, Ericka.”

“Thanks, bye.”

I hung up and tried to call Thomas’ number, but his line was busy, so I just sent him a message. I told him about my expected time of arrival. I just hoped he received it. He’d insisted on having me picked up at the airport.

He was happy that I was finally coming home. If only he could wrap me in a box with a ribbon as a present to my mother. Thomas was a great man, and he was a good husband to Mom. Whenever we talked over the phone, he never stopped talking about how much he loved her. But I’d heard that he was a strict man, and the King of the house—and me being late could upset him.

However, his son Luke was no prince since he hardly stayed in the house. Then that made my Mom the Queen. I wonder… would they treat me like a princess? I giggled at the thought, but I remembered that I didn’t want to be one.

The flight went smoothly. Honestly, I was excited and nervous at the same time. It’d been six years since I last saw New York. As usual, the airport was crowded. I dragged my luggage off the baggage carousel and decided to find Thomas’ driver.

After a few minutes of searching, I still couldn’t find him. Mom said he should be a man in his early forties, and he had my picture so he would quickly find me. My shoulders and feet were beginning to feel heavy. I was thinking he got stuck in traffic.

I drew out my phone and decided to call Thomas. But, as I was scrolling through my contacts, someone approached me. I lifted my head to see who, and to my surprise, Luke was standing in front of me. I gasped a little at the sight of him. My heart pounded abnormally.

“Hello, little sister,” he greeted. His voice was cultured and strangely familiar. My imagination and memory didn’t do justice to how beautiful he was. He was even more gorgeous than I last saw him. He was dressed in a tailored, navy-blue suit with a gray silk tie, a Constantin wristwatch, and I was sure that he was wearing a pair of custom-made shoes.

My knees started to feel weak. Luke’s deep gray eyes were piercing through mine, and his chiseled jaw was sharp and defined.

“Luke,” I breathed. “How did you find me?”

He flashed out a half-smile. I almost melted. “I remembered your face a little.”

“Where’s…. Where’s the driver?” I asked, my mouth still felt dry. He was too beautiful; it was too much to handle.

“He’s not here. Come on.” He snatched the handle of my suitcase from me. I felt tingles in my stomach when his fingers brushed mine.

“Wait. What’s going on? How come you are here?”

“Unfortunately, Dad asked me to come and pick you up.” He looked briefly at his wristwatch, his left eyebrow raised. “Come. It’s getting late.” Luke walked first.

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