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2024-10-29 19:42:56Crayvin
I look over to Tarra as she slowly nods her head and sighs. Dropping her shoulders she stands up and my eyes drift over to Cassandra walking back towards us and I rise from my seat as well.
"That hour was only a glimpse of what Cassandra went through for months," Tarra says in a hushed tone. Her words don't sound mean when she says them, but more like... hurt?With a knowing look, her words cut through me like glass. My throat burned with guilt as I tried to swallow back the lump that forms.Cassandra returns, giving me a curious look. "Well, we should get going. Tarra and I are going to get ready for Jax’s tonight. Still going?"My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to look at it. I have a missed call and a text, both from Drew.Drew: Hey man, got a minute? I wanted to talk with you. I need my friend right now.Me: Yeah, sure, dude. Come to my house in twenty.I slide my phone back intoRelated chapters
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DrewWhen Crayvin and I drove to Jax’s Bar to meet up with the girls, I feel confident. I feel good with my outfit choice for the Black and White Affair theme night. Deciding on black pants, black dress shoes, and a white button-up, I am ready, prepared.When we first arrive at the bar, two women smile flirtatiously at me and that assures me even more so that I am looking good.I want to pull out all the strings tonight in hopes of winning Cassandra back. Granted, I know it will take more than just an apology and a nice outfit, but I will do whatever it takes.The bartender looks my way and I gesture to him for another round of drinks. Moments later, he places another beer in front of me and a whiskey and coke in front of Crayvin. I watch as my beer mug sweats from the condensation as I take another sip of the cold brew.Crayvin picks up the small red straw in his drink and twirls the two cubes of ice around the dark liquid, cl
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DrewI take a large swig of my beer and slam the bottle back on the table, earning a few glances from people nearby."What I did was fucked up, I know. And I am so unbelievably sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you. I wasn't in my right mind, Cassandra. After what happened, the - " My eyes narrow in on my now trembling fingers. "After the shooting, all I could see was that man's face in my sleep. His girlfriend's face. I know that isn't an excuse, but I was self-medicating when I should have just been open with you."Cassandra releases a howl of laughter that rings in my ears. "Well, I am glad that you realized what you did was fucked up because let me tell you... What I saw was fucked up, too. It may not be on the same level as what you saw, but it hurt."I sigh. "I know and again, I am sorry. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance? We can go slow and start from the beginning when-"Cassan
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Cassandra"Where did Drew go?" I ask, taking my seat back on the stool next to Crayvin.He is sitting in the same spot, resting his forearms against the bar while he holds out his phone. He looks at me and sets his phone down, raking his fingers through his now disheveled hair.And fuck, if that doesn't make him look sexier than he already does tonight."I don't even know, I am assuming home? He came back from the restroom, grabbed his card, and stormed out of here like a bat out of hell. I called after him but I am not sure if he had heard me or if he was just ignoring me. I was his ride here, too."Crayvin pinches his brows together as he looks back to his phone, turning the screen back on with a sigh."I texted him and tried calling him too but I have had no luck.""Well, I for one won't sit here and act like I am sad about it," Tarra says as she takes a swig of her beer. I shoot my head her way with raised brows but she
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CassandraCrayvin hands me my drink and takes a seat next to me on the couch. He sits so close that my feet brush against his leg, and shamelessly, a spark of electricity runs up from my aching toes to my heart.Did I mention my heart is stupid? Seriously, it needs to stop involving itself in all things Crayvin.I raise a glass and welcome that delicious burn of whiskey on my tongue and down my throat. A faint taste of honey lingers on my lips from the honey-flavored whiskey and I close my eyes, imagining that this is how his lips would taste right now, but somehow better."Is the honey-flavored whiskey okay? That is all I had left."My eyes shoot open and I raise my glass to take another drink, praying the glass will hide my burning cheeks.I clear my throat after swallowing the liquid down, warming my insides. Though, I am not sure if the warmth is an effect of the whiskey or from Crayvin.Could very well
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CrayvinThe very moment that those words fall from her lips, my insides melt.I want you, Crayvin.Fuck, I never knew how much, how badly I needed to hear her say those words until I hear them. Even if she only wants me for now, for tonight, I will give her that. I will relish in the fact that at this point in time, Cassandra Julit Porsse wants me.When she had asked me if I was going to kiss her again, I about pounced on her right then and there. I have been dying inside to kiss her again, to feel those sweet, sweet lips on mine again. I haven't ever had the pleasure of tasting something so sweet in my life. From our first kiss, I knew that there was nothing better than kissing her.I had lost all control, all the strength I had by keeping my feelings bottled up. I know this makes me a fucked up friend for being with her like this, but I can't deny it anymore. When Drew had confessed his love for her and said that he wanted he
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CrayvinHer chest rises and falls rapidly, her bosom crying out in extract for me.Hungrily, I swipe my tongue across my lips, our eyes studying one another before I drop my head and kiss her inner thigh. I plant two more kisses before reaching the dampness between her legs. I brush my tongue against her rosy bud and Cassandra lets out a loud moan and jerks up, but I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down, keeping her in place while I work my tongue around her clit. As her arousal builds on my tongue, she tastes better than I'd hoped, and I lick my tongue to savor it."Mmm," I groan against her pussy. "So fucking sweet."Cassandra is like a breath of fresh air, reminding me of one of my favorite smells. After it rains in Arizona, the creosote bushes give off this wonderful aroma. What a rainbow is to rain, is what Cassandra is to me. As a flush of excitement leaves her, she tastes of coconut and all things sweet.I
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CassandraLike a mouse, I am quiet sneaking out of Crayvin's house. I have five minutes before my Uber gets here to fix my hair and put last night's clothes back on. While pulling my underwear back up, I shiver, thinking of the way Crayvin pulled them down with his teeth. The heat starts to form between my thighs as I press them together.Good God, that was hot.I take one long look at the sleepy, naked man who'd given me two orgasms, then held my hand afterwards, and sigh.I don't know what this means for us, but that was by far the best sex I have ever had.With the way the sunlight creeps through the window, it hits his face just right, making him look warm and peaceful. Forcing myself to look away, I tiptoe down the stairs instead of crawling back into bed with him, grabbed my heels, said goodbye to Piggy, and leave.When I got home, the apartment was silent. It is 6:30 a.m. on a Wednesday, so either Tarra is off of work o
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CassandraOur eyes lock on each other again. "Well, tell him," she says in a serious tone.My eyes widen. "What? Are you crazy? Do you not remember what happened the last time my feelings were exposed to him?"Tarra grabs the pillow from my chest. "You said he's changed. What if he feels the same and is just scared? You can't live life scared. That isn't you anymore. You're the badass police officer now. You fight crime, kick men's asses. So you can tell Crayvin how amazing your orgasm was, tell him that he gives you a cloner whenever you are with him, and then confess your undying love for him.""Always full of hope," I tease."Well, I hoped you would experience an orgasm one day, and look at how that turned out in your favor. I mean, shit, you are full on glowing." She giggles and hops off of the bed. "So tell me, was he bigger than Drew?"Biting my lip and trying not to laugh, I shush her and point to the bathroom. "T
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CassandraFat ass. Short ass. Miss Piggy. Ugly piece of lard. Fat piece of shit. Oompa Loompa.These are only some of the names my peers would call me at school. Though now homeschooled, even the distance from my tormentors wasn't enough to ease all of the damage. While leaving was some relief, the memory of how I was treated also left with me like mental scars.I hate that place. I hated it so much that I nearly made Tarra late every morning as I dragged my feet every step. Up to the point before I left, I'm surprised she didn't place Dad's cuffs around my wrists to force my ass there. But she knows why I hate it. The constant bullying, the ear-deafening cackles, skinny bitches, and asshole guys are everyday torture that I succumbed to.My weakness, my attachment to the hateful comments and treatment, is what brought me here, to Loraine's office. Last night, Tarra and Dad dropped the bomb on me tha
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CassandraI remember when my Dad would watch UFC fights and the loud sound of fists hitting faces and crunching bones would make me cringe.None of those fights compared to the sound Tarra made when her palm connected with Drew's cheek. The echo practically radiates through our apartment and I am eternally grateful it didn't cause Crayvin -who is still tending to the burning sauce- to come running out.Tarra's fiery gaze was enough to make me want to bunker down and cower, and I wasn't even the one on the receiving end of that glare."In case that slap across your face didn't knock some sense into your dense, Marshmallow ass, I'll repeat myself. What the fuck do you want?" Tarra spits.Drew releases a tear as he brings the palm of his hand over his now reddened cheek.Pretty sure the tear isn't from the slap though."I deserved that but look, I don't want to fight. I was hoping to have a word with Cassandra," he says and th
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CassandraDeath is on its own clock and I could have sworn I heard the ticking stop when the bullet struck me. I will not forget the feeling of leaving everything and everyone I love. Scared shitless, I remember frantically pulling at the hem of Crayvin's shirt as I continued to bleed out, begging for him to save me. The look he gave me still shatters me to my very core, the look that reminds me of how my near-death experience nearly broke the man that I love.Though, if given the chance to save his life, I would do it all over again.When my sister rushes to the hospital, a strong sense of guilt hits me like a tidal wave when she smacks my arm after smothering me in hugs and tears. "You sissy swore we would always be there for one another. How the fuck did you expect to stand by that promise by jumping in front of a bullet? Never. Never do that to me again, Cassandra Juliet Porsse," she demands.Tarra is eerily quiet as I am finally leav
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Tarra"Tarra, come here my love so I can get a good look at you," my mother says in an unrecognizably brittle voice, crooking her pale finger at me and motioning for me to approach.I look at my father, who gives me a weak smile and an encouraging nod. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, smelling the sterile, nearly choking environment of my mother's confined hospital room, I rise from my chair and shuffle small strides to stand by her side. Cassandra, her eyes glossy and red, kisses Mom on the cheek, then walks away. She takes my previous seat next to Dad, burying her head into him."Mom," I croak at her bedside. "Are you going to get better?"I stare at my mother's small body and dark eyes. Her beautiful features resemble my little sister so much that the comparison hurts to acknowledge.Our mother was always beautiful, full of laughter and light. Looking at her now, I don't recognize her. Wher
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CassandraHave you ever wanted something so badly in your life, that when you finally get it, it's taken from you just as fast? Leaving your heart completely and utterly broken. You were happy one moment, and then fucking destroyed and shattered the next.Well, me too. That's exactly how I feel now. Finally landing the guy that I have always wanted, just to lose him the second I do.Two shots were fired and there was no taking them back. Once the two bullets were released from the barrel, they had to go somewhere, right?It was like the world decided I looked too happy and in one moment the reason for my happiness was removed from my life."Crayvin!" I shriek.I drop to my knees, hitting the gravel parking lot. My pants are immediately pebbled with debris and dirt. My eyes quickly avert to Drew who charges towards Stormy. He yanks the gun from her grasp and takes her to the ground, holding her wrists behind he
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Cassandra"Tarra!" I call out, scrunching my nose. "Mommy and Daddy are kissing again!" I whine, deliberately forcing myself to look into the contents of my cereal bowl, rather than my disgusting, groping parents.Tarra giggles as she joins us at the table, excitement in her eyes. "I can't wait to be in love," she coos.I stick my tongue out. "Eww, gross. Boys are nasty.""You say that now because you're only ten. Wait until you grow up, you will have a whole different outlook," Tarra argues.I shake my head, dismissing that thought, because... no. All the boys in my school are gross. I have seen some pick their nose and eat their boogies, scratch their booties while at recess, and the other ones are mean. They never leave me alone. My mother and sister say it's because they have a crush on me since they act like that, but I beg to differ.If you like someone, why would you be m
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CrayvinWhen I manage to drag myself off of the pavement and into my house, Piggy is sitting in the foyer with droopy, sad eyes. A rush of guilt hits me like a damned truck, causing me to not be able to see clearly. A sea of thoughts floods my mind.I want approval.Acceptance.Forgiveness.I want her to see that I can, in fact, be a good guy. I don't want her to think I am some kind of monster that she has to starve herself to be with."I don't deserve you in any way, do I?" I say quietly more to myself than anything.I rake my hands through my hair, exhaling as I avert my stare to the floor.What the fuck is wrong with me?I bury myself into willing women's bodies who let me fuck my cares away. Any trauma or shit that I see at work, is gone and replaced by unchained pleasure. Uncommitted fun, no loyalties.But, then I look at Cassandra, and it's like someone releases the chains around my heart. I want to er
