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MR. UNTOUCHABLE CHAPTER THREE

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MR. UNTOUCHABLE CHAPTER THREE

LUKE

There were tons of reasons as to why I shouldn’t listen to Dad’s inconvenient request, and I was pretty much having a great time before he called. I could understand his attachment to Gene. My stepmother was one of a kind and the sweetest thing that had ever happened to our lives. I couldn’t list everything she’d done for us. She was a mother to me. Period.

However, Gene was enough. I didn’t like the idea of having a little sister. If it were a brother, I’d give it consideration. In addition, it was quite ridiculous to give out even the slightest part of my property that I worked my ass off for to a stranger. But since Dad asked nicely, I had no choice but to do it. Lastly, picking up this new little sister wasn’t that hard, but it was never my thing to engage myself in extra

At the airport, I didn’t see her right away. She was hard to remember. I’d only seen her once before. All I could recall was the skinny girl with mesmerizing brown eyes.

On the other hand, it’s astonishing how time could change someone. When I finally found her, she was too good to be true. She was one of the most beautiful faces I had ever laid eyes on. Her curves had changed through the years; I figured she was a late bloomer. Her breasts were full and round, stretching the fabric of her tight shirt as if they were screaming to burst out.

I groaned when she sat in the backseat. “What are you doing? Sit in the front. I’m not your driver.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, then moved into the front and buckled her seatbelt. “You remembered me,” she stated, her mouth curved the slightest smile. Oddly, she sounded familiar. I wonder where I’d heard her voice.

“Yes, but don’t think I’m friendly. I’m doing this for Gene. Do you understand?”

Her face went from red to pale, then she nodded. She still had the smallest face, like how I remembered her, and it was making me fucking mad, for some reason I didn’t understand.

“Is that how you normally communicate?” I had to ask.

“W-what? No,” she breathed. “It’s just… This is the first time we’ve actually talked.”

I swear I’ve heard her voice before

SCARLET

After the numerous heartaches in the past, I’d learned to divide men I was attracted to into two categories.

The first category could be described as ‘the dangerous ones.’ They were men who would like to fuck and forget. They would leave you when they were done. Jax landed into that category—the reason why I didn’t want to meet him. Then, there were ‘the safe ones.’ They were the type of men who wouldn’t expect anything from you and the kind that you wouldn’t get too attached to.

However, with Luke, I didn’t want to put him in either of those categories. He was my stepbrother—he was supposed to be out of the picture. But if I were to put him to any of the categories, he was precisely the man I should avoid.

I’d already had a crush on him in the past, but now I wanted

Damn. The thoughts scared me instantly. Every hair on my skin stood as the witness to my fear. I’d almost forgotten that he was my stepbrother. In an instant, I thought of calling Jax to relieve the sexual tension.

Maybe later at home.

“Are you going to stay here for the week?” he suddenly spoke.

“Yes, Thomas asked me.”

He glanced at me. “Are you staying with them?”

“Yes.” I tried to divert my mind by looking through the window, filling my eyes with the beauty of New York City night lights. “Actually, I’d like to move up here.”

To my surprise, he nodded, and his eyes glimmered. “It makes you feel alive.”

I smiled. “How so?”

He didn’t answer but smirked.

“I heard you were in Cambridge,” I went on, trying to start a proper conversation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your number to call you while you’re there.”

“It’s alright. I’m busy anyway. I won’t be able to meet.”

I cleared my throat. “That’s what I heard.”

“I wouldn’t mind giving you my number, though.” He flashed a sexy smile. “You’re my new little sister.” He abruptly stopped the car.

“Are we home?” I looked outside, but it didn’t look like Thomas’ house.

We had stopped in front of the posh entrance of Hotel B. A five-star hotel Luke alone owned. A giant letter B was embossed just right above the opulent entrance. I’d heard from Mom that the B stood for “Bella.”

“Why are we here?” I asked.

“Because Dad has a plan.” He stepped out of the car first and turned around to open the door for me. “And you need to get dressed.”

I stepped out of the car. “For what?”

“Dad didn’t tell you?”

“He didn’t say anything urgent. No.”

He studied me from head to toe. “Do you happen to have a dress?”

I looked down at my casual shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. “I… I guess so. I think I brought one in my suitcase.”

“Good. You need to change.” Luke plucked my suitcase out of his car and dragged it with him. I tried to catch up with him.

“Hey, what’s the occasion? It’s already nine and—” I paused. “Wait.  Mom’s birthday party is tonight. I remembered her mentioning it over the phone.”

He stopped by the lobby. “You don’t know a single thing, do you? The party starts at eleven.”

I frowned. “But I thought it’s tomorrow. Thomas said—”

“Stop talking. This is the plan.” He rolled his eyes, then he dropped my suitcase on the floor.

I gasped. “Hey! Did you just toss my—” I lowered down and picked up my luggage, but when I got up, he was already gone, “bag…”

Did he just leave me?

Since I had

I dragged my suitcase with me and stepped into the elevator as soon as I got my key card. Good thing my room was a suite. I freaking needed a good bath.

The first thing I did was dig into my suitcase and laid out the only dress I could ever bring. A Burberry crimson backless dress with a hem two inches above the knee and a pair of Christian Louboutin silver stilettos. Fortunately, I had also brought my charms with me and my ruby necklace. I touched the gem with my finger and briefly admired its beauty.

I wasn’t a greedy person, and I’d never imagined myself wearing these extravagant things before Mom’s marriage. It’s not that I desired any of it, but when Mom married Thomas, I wouldn’t deny that I also lived in luxury as a result. My stepfather was generous. He provided things for me. I lived in an apartment leased in my name in Cambridge, he sent me to Harvard, gave me everything I needed—not to mention he was also a good adviser.

However, there were times I wondered what Luke thought of me.

Did he think I wanted his father’s fortune? Was that why he couldn’t like me or accept me as his stepsister? Thomas did mention that I needed to sign papers for the transfer of assets, but I didn’t want any of it. I had enough of the material things. But who knows? Maybe he changed his mind.

Enough thinking about Luke.

My mind screamed at me. I had to get moving. I stepped into the bathroom and had a delightful bath.

Shortly after, I slid everything on, hurriedly did a smokey eye look, and finished the evening makeup with a touch of red lipstick. All I needed to do now was inform Thomas about my arrival at the party tonight and get myself an Uber. However, I stopped as I noticed the blinking of my notifications.

13 missed calls from Thomas

2 missed calls from Jax and another message from him

I ignored Thomas’ missed calls because I was a bad daughter, and I opened Jax’s message first.

Have you arrived yet? – Jax

I bit my fingernail, thinking of a reply.

Yes. I just arrived. Thank you. – Ericka

I typed another.

Can I call you later? I need to get an Uber.

He replied right away.

Getting out already? Good for you. I’m stuck with my family tonight.

I giggled. I was about to be stuck with my family, too.

I’m starting to count. It’s going to be three weeks, and you still didn’t find a date.

Except there’s still one woman in NY right now that I haven’t fucked. Just tell me if you want to advance our meet-up.

Hey, I really need to go. I’m overly dressed-up tonight, and I might ruin my makeup if I don’t go now. I’m going to be late.

Do you have a date?

I didn’t answer and texted Thomas instead.

On my way, Thomas. See you later :* – Scar

I was about to put my phone in my purse, but my phone buzzed. It was Jax again.

“Damn it,” I cursed but answered the call anyway. “What? I’m busy.”

“Then why did you pick up the phone?”

“Because the sound of my voice makes you hard,” I joked. I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, Jax. I told you I’m busy.”

“Funny,” he said, but he didn’t sound pleased at all. “You didn’t answer my question. You have a date?”

Did he call just to ask me that? “So what if I have?”

He groaned. “That’s not such a good idea for you to fuck someone else before me. Can’t you wait for us to meet? Then you’re free to go.”

I sighed in frustration. “Don’t push your possessive shit over me. I don’t know how your brain works—but for someone who fucks different women weekly, you had the guts to say that to me?”

“So, you’re really going out tonight, huh? Where are you going?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“No reason. I’m just asking.”

I rolled my eyes. “Where else? To meet my family. I’m not going on a date. Happy now?”

“I thought it wasn’t until tomorrow.” His tone softened. “It’s a boring night for us, isn’t it?”

“Mine should be heartbreaking. I miss my mother,” I said. It’s like Jax grew on me. I loved talking about personal things with him, because, unlike the others, he would only listen—I mean literally, without talking at all. “Can I call you later?”

“Always.” I heard him chuckle before he finally hung up.

I was almost ready to head out of the suite, but my throat dried up, so I walked through the suite’s minibar. To my satisfaction, the liquor cabinet had a full range of beverages, and it had my favorite bottle of Château Lafitte. I grabbed the bottle and poured myself a glass.

I shut my eyes and took my first sip of the wine’s heaven-and-earthy taste. I ran my tongue over my lower lip as the bittersweet liquid ran down my throat. I was pretty much having ‘me

Luke came back, and my precious glass of wine splattered on the rug, and the glass shattered into pieces. It’s like he brought a storm with him.

“Don’t you ever knock?” I bent down and picked up broken pieces of the glass.

“This is my

What? I even walked around naked earlier, used his bathroom, and he’s saying this was his personal space? No wonder everything was provided. I wouldn’t have come here if I knew. I ignored him and continued picking up the mess.

“I said, get up!” he bellowed. Luke grasped my arm and hauled me up. He dragged me to one side. “Do not ever kneel like that.” His gray eyes peered at me.

I wasn’t able to respond. I was losing my balance. Luke almost dwarfed me with his height. I suddenly felt small in his presence.

“W-why did you come back anyway?”

He let my arm go and walked to the minibar. I noticed he already changed into a black Italian bespoke tuxedo with the letter “A” cufflinks on his dress shirt. His dark hair was roughly brushed up. I wanted to run my fingers along his body while inhaling his spicy sandalwood scent.

What the hell was wrong with me? I should be angry with him for leaving me earlier and for shouting at me as if I was a piece of trash. I must have lost my damn mind.

Luke grabbed a glass and poured himself the same drink I was having.

“I don’t want to seem like a bastard son, so I came back to pick you up so we could go together to the party like happy siblings.” He drank the wine in one gulp and then finished his sentence, “Do you get what I mean?”

I shook my head. I just could not believe why I was so consumed with this man. He was such a prick. I sighed. “Then maybe you should have shown your true bastard self to your father.”

“We need to leave now,” he said, ignoring my remark.

“How about my things?”

“I’ll have it picked up later.” And just like that, he walked out the door again.

I grabbed my purse and rushed outside. Luke was about to step into the elevator. Damn.

I realized then that perhaps he just really hated me. He wouldn’t be such an ass if he didn’t. Even if we weren’t real siblings, he could’ve just treated me like a normal person.

“What is wrong with you?” I ranted.

He didn’t answer, but he could not stop his mouth from twitching.

“It’s not my fault your legs are short.”

I froze. “What did you just say?”

My distaste towards him began to increase and intensify. I was starting to hate him. Unfortunately, I knew I would never win.

I looked away from his goddamn pretty face. Instead, I stood up and fixed my eyes forward. I would not play with his games.

When we reached the hotel’s first floor, Luke continued to march outside as if I did not exist. The hotel staff greeted him, but he didn’t respond. He must think so highly of himself. He walked towards a black Bentley on the hotel’s main driveway and got into the driver’s seat. I was not expecting that he would open the door for me, so I just quietly stepped inside of my own accord.

There, again, the car was filled with his intoxicating scent. I was probably going crazy, still being attracted to him. There was no point admiring him.

Luke was very silent and uninterested in me the whole drive. I began to worry. I didn’t want to live under the same roof as my stepbrother.

***

I gasped

I wanted to explore the interior, but the party was being held in the garden, so we proceeded to the venue. As we moved, the camera flashes instantly blinded me, and there were hundreds of guests in fancy suits and dresses crowding in one place. The party had already begun, and I could already hear my stepfather’s voice speaking through the speaker system.

To my surprise, Luke grabbed my hand and brought me over to the stage with him. “Come on! I told you we’re late.”

“Hey, where are we—”

Luke’s warm hand grasped my wrist; it was like small tingles and tiny bolts of electricity were radiating from him, and he was transferring them to me. I wasn’t sure if he felt it.

We stopped at the side of the stage as if waiting for something to happen. I seriously didn’t know what he was planning to do.

“I would like to address my beautiful and lovely wife, Gene,” Thomas continued to speak. “You are perfect in everything you do. You have become the light of our home, and I’m grateful to you for taking care of my son, Lucas. But right now, as we are celebrating your fiftieth birthday, I wanted to give you the best gift,” he paused, making eye contact with my mother, who was wiping her tears in pure joy. He kissed her temple and continued the speech. “I would like to invite our precious daughter on stage. She came here straight from Cambridge to witness her mother’s special day.”

Thomas shifted his body to one side and spread out his arm towards me. “Let’s welcome Scarlet Carter, my daughter. Let’s give her a big round of applause.”

Oh, my God!

Mom’s mouth dropped open when she saw me; her expression was full of awe and priceless. She was so beautiful, her face blessed with youth. She’d curled her brunette hair, and she was wearing a sparkling emerald-green evening dress that hugged her curves. The life Thomas had given her suited her well. I gave her a smile of yearning, realizing I had missed her so much.

Luke leaned close to my ear. “Go on, she’s waiting,” he urged in a whisper, offering his arm to me.

“But, Luke… I’m not prepared for this.”

“Who is?” he hissed.

“Scar, my dear?” my stepfather called. “Come up here, sweetheart.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he pressed, brought my hand to his arm, and took me to the stage while my knees quivered. A round of applause erupted the whole place as soon as I made my grand entrance.

“Hi, Mom.”

“My darling, you are here.” Mom immediately caught me around her arms and squeezed me so tight as if there were no tomorrow for both of us. It’s been months since she last visited me in Cambridge. She parted away a little, cupped my face between her palms, and wiped my tears away with her thumb. “I thought you were coming home on Sunday?”

I chuckled between my tears and embraced her again. “Well, surprise! I am here now. Happy Birthday, Mom.”

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