Chapter 4: Morning

Cassandra POV:

What the hell did I just dream of last night? It was so weird. I opened my eyes and realized that it was already morning. I, Cassandra Moore, had never once made love with any man after breaking up with Riccardo Xavier. But last night, I dreamt about having some steamy intimate activity with someone that looked just like him. That was funny! I must be really craving to have sex that I ended up having such a filthy dream.

Smiling like a silly girl, I rose from the bed and the comfy blanket that covered me fell down only to expose my naked body. Shit! Did last night really happen then? I was momentarily stunned and became a stone there for like ten seconds before I had my sanity again and quickly went to find my dress.

"Gosh... What do I do? What do I do?" I mumbled in panic while putting on my dress again. My eyes scanned the surroundings and realized that it was not even my bedroom. I'm inside a stranger's house right now.

Where was this place? I went to take a look out of the window and saw only tall buildings surrounding the place I'm in right now. I found my clutch and took my phone out. Multiple messages and missed calls from my friends. I quickly opened Go*gle Map and found out that the building I was in right now was actually Primegold Residence, the most luxurious condominium building in the city.

My heart skipped a beat instantly. Looked like I had slept with a rich dude last night. I hoped he was at least good-looking. I couldn't remember anything at all. My mind was blank. I felt like my memory of last night got erased. I didn't even know how I ended up here in this place.

I slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked outside. There was a man cooking in the open kitchen, probably preparing breakfast. Was he the one that I slept with last night? Oh God, this was maddening. How should I go out there and greet him?

First, I needed to tidy up myself a bit. At least wash your face, Cassie! And so I went to the bathroom and did so. When I was sure everything looked a bit better, I walked out of the bedroom confidently and approached the man in the kitchen.

"I probably should be going now..." I said carefully and the man turned around to show his face. The world suddenly felt like it stopped moving for a while. I just stood there without motion and stared at him while gaping my mouth in disbelief.

I must be still inside a dream, I'm sure of it because the man in front of me right now, although he looked a bit older, he resembled the face that I never forgot. How could he look exactly like him? How could he look exactly like Riccardo Xavier? This was too surreal that I'm one hundred per cent sure it was just a dream.

"Hello, Cassie. It's nice to see you and talk with you again when you're sober," he said. The voice was totally that of Riccardo Xavier.

I chuckled, feeling stupefied by the situation. I refused to believe that this was the reality, so I slapped my face hard in front of him to wake myself up. Wake up, Cassie! And five seconds later, he was still standing there in front of me, staring at me with confusion drawn across his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked considerately.

"I'm sorry. I must be still having some hangover, I guess. Who are you again?" I talked faster than usual, panicking at this point because I really wished his name was not Riccardo Xavier. Please, God. Not him, please. Let it be just another person who looked exactly like him but not him, please.

"I'm Ricky. Riccardo Xavier. You don't recognize me?"

Oh, God! That gentle voice of his. Why? Why did I need to hear that again? I could sense half of my heart had melted away right now because of him. Before the rest got melted too, I better leave fast.

"I'm sorry... I'll be leaving right away," I said while avoiding his gaze. Where the hell was the front door? My eyes scanned here and there and finally found it. I quickened my steps there totally avoiding myself from looking back.

"Cassie! Wait! Cassie!" He went after me. Oh God, it felt like I was being chased by a ghost. I didn't know why I was so terrified to face him.

My body started to tremble and my shaking hands reach the door handle. I tried to open it in a hurry but the door won't open. How the hell do I open this electronic locking door?

"Cassie..." He was getting closer and I suddenly felt goosebumps all over my body right now. I even felt like I'm about to cry. I needed to go as far away from this guy but the fucking door won't cooperate with me.

He grabbed my arms from behind and turned my body around to face him. Our eyes locked on each other and he said something to me but my ears couldn't seem to hear anything. I just stared at him.

I just stared at that heavenly good-looking face of him wondering how did I end up in this situation. Riccardo had a little bit of Italian blood running through his family. You knew when you watched those Mafia movies and saw the main character with a bloody hot muscular well-built body and domineering posture, a chiselled face with a cleanly trimmed beard. Yes, that was how smoking hot Riccardo was.

His dark eyes could pierce into your soul directly with only one gaze, and his chest clearly looked muscular even under that loose shirt. This was the person who held the qualities of my dream man. He was perfect in every way. That was why even after seven years, I still couldn't get over him yet. None of the men out there could replace how perfect Riccardo was in my heart. My first love, the one who took my innocence.

"Cassie?" He waved his hand in front of my face and that pulled me back to reality, the fact that Riccardo Xavier was right in front of me right now.

"Huh?" I responded with a confused tone.

"Can you at least have breakfast with me before you leave? I made some soup for your hangover. There are some toast, scrambled egg, sausage and some bacon too. I have milk, tea, coffee and juice. You can choose whatever you want to have," he said the detail about the breakfast meal as if offering a business proposal to me.

I gaped, having thought about saying something in return but nothing came out of my mouth. My mind was blank. Ricky invited me to the kitchen again to have breakfast at the bar counter. I scanned all the food he prepared. They were a lot, too much for just two people.

"I didn't know your preference so I just made whatever was available in the kitchen," he said gently while setting up an empty plate in front of me.

"I remembered that you like sausages before. Do you still like them?" He asked casually while putting a few pieces of that thing on my plate.

I gave no response. How could I? I was still in shock right now. My mind was running wild thinking about what really happened last night. Did I sleep with Ricky or was it just my filthy wet dream? But I woke up naked before. By means, he must have seen everything.

"Did you and me... last night... I..." My words got out indistinctly, trying to ask him a proper question.

"Yes," he replied shortly while staring at me as if he understood what I was trying to ask.