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2024-10-29 19:42:56Crayvin
Cassandra is like a fine whiskey; one that doesn't need a chaser after you take a shot. A whiskey that was so pure and delicious by itself that you can drink it on the rocks straight.No, not drink... sip. Then savor.
She is like a fine whiskey you would order from the top shelf and not dare ruin it by adding coke to it, but by simply sipping what you get and enjoying every drop.Every minute that goes by for the remainder of our shift today is like torture to me. I have to remain professional when alone in the unit with her. I forcefully refrain myself from the piece of shit that we pull over and have to conduct a sobriety test on, while his eyes undress Cassandra's uniform.That is a tough one for me. Jealousy is not something I am familiar with.Or at least... not until her. That damned doe beauty, causing all kinds of problems for me and my heart."Crayvin?" My mom's voice fills my ears, interrupting my thoughRelated chapters
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Cassandra"If you ever want to learn how to intimidate a guy, you need to meet my patient from yesterday," Tarra says as she readies herself for work.Usually, I would be gone for work by now, but since today is Friday, I officially start the night shift this evening. Meaning, I need to force myself to change my sleep schedule to sleeping during the day. Which is harder than you think when you have a sister like mine who has horrifying stories upon stories from her days at the hospital.Curling my knees up to my chest on the couch and snuggling against the soft blanket, I avert my eyes away from the TV towards my sister. She is currently pouring her coffee into a large thermos and wearing a suggestive smile.With one brow raised in amusement, I say, "Humor me."She twists the cap on her thermos, sealing the hot liquid inside before she walks into the living room and sits on the arm of the couch."We had a lady come in because sh
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Cassandra"What was that all about in there?" Crayvin asks me once he fastens his seatbelt, jabbing his thumb back towards the station.I exhale, wondering the same fucking thing as I stare out the windshield and buckle myself up."Your guess is as good as mine." My eyes drift to him as I shrug my shoulders and turn the key, bringing the engine to life. "He asked me if you knew something? But I have absolutely no clue as to what he is talking about."Crayvin gives me a side glance, studying me as he blows out his cheeks. "Is there something you aren't telling me?" His voice is so tremulous when he asks.Yes.My subconscious says.My mouth though, lies, "No."He gives me a quizzical look, not believing my first answer.My daddy always said I was a bad liar. But this is one truth I don't ever want him to know. It is in the past. Buried... gone. Besides, how would Drew even know? Exactly, he can't because I never tol
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CassandraEddie exhales in annoyance as he tilts his head back and swings the door open all the way, gesturing for Crayvin and me to step in. With a nod, Crayvin steps in first and I follow him.Extending my hand out, I shake Amy's hand. When her hand slips into mine, her long sleeve rises just enough for me to see the small cuts that cross her wrist. My eyes roam over to her neck where her mahogany locks lay, acting as a shield to hide the discoloration of the bruises. I squint my eyes to look harder and my eyes draw the form of a hand with the bruises around her throat.Those are definitely not hickeys."Ma'am, who all lives in the home?" I ask, looking away from her throat and meeting her cognac-colored, almond-eyes."J-just my boyfriend Eddie, me, and my son, Henry," she stutters."Is your son awake? May I see him?"I observe her eyes warily drift to Eddie before she looks back to me, slowly nodding her head and
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CassandraFor every person, there is that one dessert that has to be given up when on a diet. That one dessert that you try convincing yourself you can take one bite of and then put it away, but once the flavor hits your tongue, you're scarfing down the entire thing.You know the one.In my case, my dessert was always cheesecake. And in this scenario, Crayvin is my cheesecake and one taste of him just isn't enough. I keep wanting more and more. I just hope that I won't regret it if I continue to indulge in him like I would if I kept eating cheesecake while on a diet.The outcome is never good if that happens.After that horrendous house call and our shift ended, I drove my truck home, grabbed my clothes, then went to Crayvin's. Tarra had already left for work by the time I got there, so I texted her to let her know I would be staying at Crayvin's. In the first text back, she said okay and that she loves me. In the second she said, "If he hurts you..." Then
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Cassandra"Water is ready," he gestures to the shower. "After you, stinky girl."I feign shock and gasp. "Is that right? Well, I might just have to shower alone then if I stink so bad."With a small whimper, he pouts, jutting his bottom lip out as I step in the shower. "Aww, Peanut, please? I was only joking."I smirk and crook my index finger at him, signaling for him to come in. A giddy smile etches across his face as he steps in, making me laugh.The hot water hits my chest as I feel Crayvin's strong arms wrap around my waist from behind me. His hands slide up and down my thighs, and I can feel his groin pulsating with desire as it presses into my back. The feeling drives me wild and I turn around to face him. In the shower, he looks almost sexier than normal.Almost.Water drops fall like rivulets on his face, coating his boxed beard in the most delicious way. He moves his hand from my thighs to my face, cupping
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CassandraNight shifts seem to be the worst ones, where the weirdos come out, the villains create crime, and the general bad population wreak havoc in their wake. It's when we sometimes receive the worst calls. I now understand why my dad used to sleep most of the day away before he had to suit up and return to fighting crime for the night.And he did it alone.The thought makes me shudder to imagine the things he might have seen and encountered in all his years as an officer. True, before my mom passed she was always there to comfort him, but I am assuming it would only work to some extent. She wouldn't have been able to fully comprehend what he was going through because I don't believe he would have put those horrific images in her head, making her worry more to the degree than she already did.Having Crayvin by my side is not only nice, but I feel safer when he wraps those strong arms around me at night. I don't feel coddled or anythin
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CrayvinAfter Cassandra insisted that we take her truck to the store, she drove to my house to pick me up. And after she cringed when I came out with my feet in a pair of socks with sandals, she also insisted that I remove them and never wear that combo again. Apparently, this is my other flaw she forgot to mention that I obtain.Me wearing socks with sandals is a big no.We walk up down the aisles in the store, placing ingredients for the lemon piccata chicken she wants to make in the cart and looking for ideas for side dishes.I caught myself walking just a bit slower so that my eyes can ogle at the beauty in front of me. She decided to wear these tight, maroon yoga pants that hug her voluptuous, perky ass. Her hips sway and each time they do, my dick twitches in my pants.Even with no makeup, her hair dangling at her shoulders, and dressed in casual clothes, Cassandra is the most exquisite, sexy, beautiful woman that I have ever s
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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
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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
