Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella Scarlett was so tempted into telling him exactly how she knew about the police raids even if it meant revealing her highest card, her ace so to speak. So tempted to reveal how she had bested even the owner of the club! It was obvious from the look on his face- the way his deep brown eyes searched her- that she had successfully played him at his own game. And oh, she couldn't help but notice how handsome those eyes looked, how they seemed to burn into her in the most dangerously delicious way... For the first time that night, she really studied him. It was a shame that for such a good looking man, he happened to dabble in underground illegal activity. That wouldn't go over so well with Daddy... No, Justice Westin would definitely not like this man. But it didn't stop Scarlett from looking, now did it? Have you ever had a feeling that something important was about to happen? What if you knew and had the knowledge to avoid it or encourage it to happen? What if- Her voice paused there, brows furrowing together slightly as the uneasy feeling crept back into her, this time at an alarming rate. Speak of the devil. And that's when 50 flashed in her mind, a warning that made her gasp out loud even as the number continued to rise. How was she supposed to explain how she knew about the busts if one was going to happen in, oh, less than 30 minutes? Leave Scarlett, leave now. It was time for another escape, and she would have to make it fast. But what about Lucca? If she left now, who was to say he wouldn't suspect her of bringing the raids herself? It wasn't wise to personally get caught in a circle of criminals, and deep down inside, she wanted him to escape. He was too good to get caught, and despite making her feel on edge, he was a charming and very attractive man, which were two things that had always appealed to her. But she didn't have much time to debate on it because with each passing second, the chance of her getting caught steadily rose, and that was one thing that absolutely could not happen. The girl grabbed the dice and stood, motioning for Lucca to stand with her. I know this is very sudden, but please, believe me when I say that I am no threat to your clubs. Starting to walk around him, she turned at his side and said, If you don't mind, I really must go. It's quite an urgent matter. And if I may add, you may want to step out yourself... The night air can be quite refreshing at times, wouldn't you say? Her hand brushed softly against the expensive material on his arm until it reached his own hand, where she deposited the dice into the slight curve of his fingers. The dice are rolling, Lucca. Please make the right decision. You have roughly 20 minutes. With one final look at the handsome face, Scarlett walked the rest of the way to the exit, heels clicking against the floor as she opened up the curtain and disappeared into the crowd of the club. She found Penelope lounging on a couch, shuffling with the money she earned that night. It was such an ugly habit, but it made Scarlett smile anyway. So? was all the blonde asked, raising a questioning eyebrow while putting the money in her coat pocket. Later, we'll talk later. Right now, we need to go. A look of understanding crossed Penelope's face, and Scarlett led the way back to the door behind the tapestry, looking back at the lively scene for just a moment before stepping through, closing the door to her double life and the mysterious man that lingered in back of her mind.