Scarlett Mila Marino

My phone buzzes, and I glance down to see a text message from Rowan.
I roll my eyes still mad at him for lying to me.

"Meet me at the address I'm about to send. No questions. Just trust me."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued and already suspicious of what he's planning.

"Im still mad at you." I text back.

"I know sweetheart. Just come."

I grab my jacket and head out. The drive takes about 20 minutes. I keep glancing at the gps, trying to figure out where exactly he's taking me.
We're not heading to a place I know.

I pull up to the address.

A house. A white, two story house. It's perfect. Too perfect. The big windows, the wraparound porch, even a small garden with flowers blooming along the path. It's like it's pulled straight from my imagination. I've always wanted a house like this.

I step out of the car my heart racing. Rowan is nowhere in sight. But I know he's here, watching. He's always been good at making an entrance.

"Come inside." Another text message.

I push open the pale blue door.
The house is warm, inviting. The white walls glowing on the late afternoon sunlight.

"Rowan?" I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the empty space.

There's no response. The house smells fresh, like it's been cleaned just for this moment.

I walk farther in. I stop in the middle of the living room. My heart thudding in my chest, that's when I hear his voice.

"Do you like it?" Rowan's asks from behind. I turn around and there he is. Leaning against the doorframe. His arms are crossed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"What is this?" I ask looking around.

He steps toward me, his hands sliding into his pockets. "Is ours." He says simply. "Or it can be. If you want it I mean. I wanted your dream to come true." He adds.

My heart clenches and I blink back the sudden sting of tears.
"You did this for me?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly.

"Mhm, for you." He says, stepping closer and gently taking my hands in his. "I know I screwed up, Mila. I lied to you. I'm so sorry for breaking that trust between us. But I wanted to make things right. I want this future with you. No more lying, I promise you." He says.

"You remembered my dream." I whisper looking down on our hands.

Rowan nods, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I remember everything you say, Mila."

I laugh, a tear escaping down my cheek. This is so overwhelming in the best way. I thrown my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. Holding me tight.

"This is...everything, Rowan. It's too much." I say looking into his eyes. Oh how I love this man.

"You deserve even more, Scarlett. This is just the beginning." He says. I press my forehead against his, closing my eyes and letting out a shaky breath. I've never been this loved before. No one has ever seen me like he has.

"Thank you." I whisper. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

He kisses me, making me melt. "I think I do." He says.

***

It's been a few days since Rowan showed me the house, and I still can't believe it's real. Every time I think about it my heart races with excitement.

We're laying in bed. My head rests on Rowan's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I can't wait to move in." I say a smile growing on my face. I tilt my head up to look at him. His hand moves to brush a strand of hair away from my face.

He smirks. "I didn't know you would be this excited, if I had known I would've done it sooner."

I crawl on top of him, looking at him with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me? You basically handed my dream on a silver platter. I couldn't be more excited. I've already got a hundred ideas on how to decorate it." I say.

Rowan laughs a little. "Good. I want every corner, every room to have a piece of you in it." He says.

His words do something to me.

"I need to get up, I'm meeting up with Asuka." I say starting to move. He stops me, pushing me back down on to him.
I press a quick kiss to his lips. "Rowan, I promised to meet up with her."

He brings his mouth to mine and starts kissing me desperately. His tongue sliding into my mouth. I can feel him hard against me.
His lips move to my neck and I let out a soft moan. He knows that's my spot. Evil.

"Go on then." He says knowing I can't. Ugh I want him so bad now. His hands tightens around my hips. Moving himself against me.

"Rowan..."

"You can go." He says now moving back to my lips. His hand reaching under my shirt, cupping my breast.

"Rowan, please." I beg him to give me more.

"Please what, sweetheart." says between the kisses.

"Put it in." I say finally.

"Weren't you supposed to meet up with a friend?" He teases.

"Shut up." I say kissing him harder, not wanting to wait a moment longer.

He smiles, a slow, knowing grin, before he flips me over on the bed. Our clothes are gone in an instant. He gets back on top of me. His lips claiming mine.

He pushes inside of me and I turn my head to muffle the sound into a pillow. His hand yanks my head back to look at him. "Don't you dare." He says with another thrust into me.

"It's cleaning day, everyone can hear us." I remind him.

"I don't give a fuck, Mila. Don't you dare try to hold back."
Thrust.
"Let them hear how good I make my wife feel." He says before pushing deeper.

Fuck that feels so good.

I gasp, my fingers digging into his back. Holding onto him like he's the only thing grounding me. "Harder, baby." I moan, wrapping my legs around him. Pulling him closer.

His pace quickens, and I meet each of his thrusts.
I can't stop myself from the noises I let out. Everyone can probably hear us, but I don't care.
I need everything he's giving to me right now.

I feel like I'm about to pass out from the pleasure.

He pauses, still deep inside of me, giving me a moment to catch my breath.

He shifts his weight backwards. Using his arms to support himself as he leans back on his knees. Then he moves pulling me back onto his lap. His hands around my hips, lifting me slightly as he adjusts my legs wrapping around his waist.

Now I'm back on top as he's sitting up.

I move my hips against him, desperate for more. Now he's making me work for what I want. He likes when I'm needy like this.

"Such a good girl." He says making me go crazy. I liked that.
I really liked that.