Cassandra’s POV“Do I look like an assistant?” I asked.It was three days later and Stella and I were standing outside Jordyn’s office. We were about to meet with him to sign the contracts but I, of course, had to keep posing as a personal assistant.“What the hell does that even mean?” Stella laughed.“I don’t know,” I said defensively. “I mean, like, am I dressed okay?”Ever since I’d almost let my true identity slip at the hospital, I’d become a little paranoid. I really didn’t want Jordyn to discover who I really was until the divorce papers were signed.“Yes,” Stella huffed. “You’re fine. Stop worrying so much. He already thinks you’re an assistant. He had no reason to think otherwise. Now come on, we’re gonna be late.”Stella and I met the receptionist, and then we were led into a large conference room. Jordyn and his team were already waiting for us.“Miss Sinclair,” Jordyn said, standing to address Stella. “I hope traffic wasn’t too bad.” He extended his hand and Stella shook i
Cassandra’s POVThe revised divorce papers sat on the table. The room was completely silent.Ellie’s eyes flew open. Jordyn stared at the papers in stunned silence.“Jordyn,” Ellie started, but he waved his hand dismissively at her. “Leave, please” he said. “All of you.”Everyone stood and awkwardly filed out of the room, Stella included. But as Stella left, she winked at me, gave me a little thumbs up, and mouthed:‘Good luck’.“What are these?” Jordyn asked, his eyes fixed on the papers on the table.“You know what those are,” I said firmly. I was done with playing games. He agreed to sign the papers after his meeting with my company’s CEO. And I was holding him to it.“The divorce papers?” He looked up at me and I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes. But I couldn’t let myself care. I reminded myself of our marriage and the way he had treated me all those years. His feeble apologies now didn’t make up for the years of neglect.“Yes, Jordyn,” I replied, lifting my chin. “Sign them.
Cassandra’s POVI arranged all the papers back exactly the way I’d found them.My heart beat quickly in my chest. I resisted the urge to read through all the files. Surely, Jordyn was waiting for me and he’d wonder what I was doing if I took too long. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch me snooping around on his desk.I racked my brain, trying to think. But I couldn’t reconcile my memory of that night with the picture. I hadn’t been there, the night of the accident. I didn’t remember being anywhere near the scene.Yet, I was in that picture, clear as day.I wasn’t sure what was going on, nor why I was in a picture at the scene of Ellie’s accident. I couldn’t dwell on it though. I had to file those thoughts away for the time being.I had more pressing matters to attend to.I’d come here determined to have Jordyn sign the divorce papers. Enough stalling. Enough beating around the bush. He apologized that night at the hospital, as though his weak apology could somehow wash away
Cassandra’s POVI texted Stella as I left the boardroom. I wanted to find her ASAP so we could finally get the heck out of there.‘Where are you?’ I texted her.‘Parking lot,’ she replied.Oh. She’d already left? Good.I hurried out of the building, my heart racing. I scuttled across the parking lot as quickly as my high heels would allow. Sure enough, Stella was waiting, her back leaning up against the driver’s door. She saw me and shot me an expectant look.I couldn’t contain myself. I broke out into a run, almost tripping several times. I waved the divorce papers proudly in my hand as I approached the car.“No!” she said, practically bouncing with anticipation. “Is that what I think it is? Did it…did it ACTUALLY work this time?”I held out the divorce papers to her with a flourish.“Take a look for yourself!” I said. She scanned them, a big smile on her face.“He signed?” she asked, her eyes bright.“He signed!!!” I practically shouted.“Holy shit, Cassandra! I don’t believe it.
Cassandra’s POVStella and I pulled up in front of the Vicious Circle.“Remember this place?” Stella asked, a mischievous look on her face.“Of course,” I said. It just also happened to be the same building where Dillon and I had our ‘business’ dinner. My mind flashed back to that wonderful dinner. All the amazing food. The easy conversation. The look in Dillon’s eyes…“Earth to Cassandra,” Stella said, waving her hand in front of my face.“Sorry,” I mumbled.“You really ARE a mess,” she said. “Well, it’s nothing that a few martinis can’t fix.”Just then, I remembered something.“Wait. I have this…” I reached into my wallet and pulled out a Vicious Circle VIP card.Stella’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit, Cass! Where did you get that?”“Dillon gave it to me,” I shrugged. He’d given it to me during our dinner. I tried to refuse but he was adamant. He said I should use it whenever I wanted.Stella snatched the card from my hands. She flipped it over.“Cassandra,” she said, “it’s a diamond-le
Cassandra’s POV“Seriously? Don’t be such an asshole,” I snapped at him. I assumed he was just playing dumb and I was SO over all his bullshit.“Everything okay here?” Stella asked, appearing at my side.“Yup,” I said. We both put our hands on our hips. Jordyn looked beseechingly at me. I didn’t get it. What did he want? The papers were signed. He was here with Ellie. She was glaring at him from across the room. It was time to move on! “I was just directing Jordyn here back to his beloved fiancé. He seems to have gotten lost.”“That way, fuck wad,” Stella said, pointing at Ellie. “Cassandra,” Jordyn started, but I waved my hand dismissively at him and walked away.“What a jerk,” Stella said. “Sorry, I didn’t see him pull you away. Next time, I clock him if you want me to. I have a good right hook. I even took boxing lessons. For cardio, of course. But I can throw a punch.”“Thanks. But I think that would only add fuel to the fire. Let’s just ignore him.”“Back to the bar?”“You know
Cassandra’s POVI took a step back to admire the dress. Finally, after what seemed like countless hours of work, Ellie’s dress was finished. I’d followed her list of instructions to a fault. I double-checked the stitching to ensure there weren’t any flaws. I inspected the silk to ensure it hadn’t bunched or unraveled anywhere. And of course, I scanned the hand-stitched embroidery to make sure it was perfect.I had to admit, although I’d been initially annoyed by Ellie’s long list of instructions and demands for the dress, the end product was superb. It was a glamorous gown, in a soft, cream-colored silk with a fitted, halter-style bodice covered in hand-embroidered, delicate designs in a rose gold.The skirt was floor-length and full with several stiff crinoline, hand sewn to perfection. On the skirt, there was more embroidery cascading from the waist to the knee. It had an open back that scooped to the small of the back.Needless to say, it wasn’t your average wedding dress. It had a
Cassandra’s POV“Holy crap!”I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Had I just caught Ellie cheating? For a moment, I stood there like a stunned idiot. Then I snapped back to my senses.I wanted to get back to my car without being noticed, so I slowly turned around to skulk my way back to my car.“Cassandra?”Shit. That was Ellie’s voice. She’d seen me. I turned around. Ellie glanced at me then pushed the man away. He stumbled a few steps, then scratched his head. He cast Ellie a look that I couldn’t quite see from my position at the bottom of the stairs. Ellie held the door open for him and he slinked through.“What the hell are you doing here?” Ellie asked, turning to me, her hands on her hips. If she’d just been caught cheating, she sure wasn’t acting like it. She was acting like her normal, bitchy self.I held up the garment bag. Ellie glanced at it, then saw the Hot House Flower logo.“Oh my god,” she said, her expression changing. “Is that my dress?” Her face broke out into a smi
Cassandra’s POV“Come on! It’s staring!” Stella squealed, motioning for us all to join her. We were at Dillon’s, eagerly awaiting the start of the televised red carpet event for the launch of Lucinda Starke’s new movie. True to her word, Lucinda had ordered a custom dress from Hot House Design to wear to the event. I’d worked tirelessly on the dress myself, making sure that it was perfect. Now it was time to watch her prance down the red carpet in it.It was a Saturday night, and we were only a couple weeks away from our vacation now. Dillon was back to his old self and had been given the green light from the doctor to go on a holiday. I hadn’t told Stella about my strange phone call with Jordyn regarding the fashion show bill. The phone call had been almost a week ago, and despite his promise to pay the bill, I kept getting calls from the venue.I tried to push the stress aside so I could really enjoy the evening. Dillon had cooked us all his famous lasagna, and we’d eaten outside, si
Cassandra’s POVI asked the person on the phone to clarify. What did she mean Jordyn hadn’t paid the bill! I asked for the amount of the bill and balked. It was a massive amount of money, since the venue included décor, food, lighting, and drinks. Jordyn had arranged everything, promising to foot the bill, as per our collaboration. And clearly, he’d spared no expense.Don’t get me wrong, the venue had been magnificent and Jordyn had really outdone himself. But I never, in a million years, would have made some of the choices he had if I’d known we might have to pay for it.I thanked her and told her that I would take care of it. I hung, feeling upset. Hot House Flower didn’t have that sort of money just sitting around. But as co-signers of the event, we were on the hook for the bill if Jordyn’s company reneged on the payment.Which it looked like they were.My mind spun. Sure, we had a company account, but paying off a bill that large would put a massive dent in our company funds, and w
Cassandra’s POVLisa! Of course!“Come in,” I said, smiling. She was the wife of the man Ellie had been cheating with. I’d sat with her and consoled her while we talked about men and how awful they could be. I’d given her my number, hoping that we could become friends, but I’d never heard from her.What was she doing here in my office though? I told her to come in.She came and sat at my desk, a troubled look on her face.“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.“It’s no bother,” I said kindly, my curiosity piqued.“I thought about doing this over the phone, but I figured it was best to do it in person.”She reached into a briefcase at her feet and pulled out some papers. She placed them on my desk, spread out, and then shook her head.I stared at the papers, shocked. They were…my sketches. The design sketches that had been stolen the night of our office robbery.“Where did you get these?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the sketches.“I found them. In his drawer
Cassandra’s POVI closed down my computer for the day, happy to be done work for the day. I was bringing Dillon dinner at his house, even though he was more than capable of cooking again. He’d been home for over two weeks now, and he was back into his old routine, with a few modifications. He still had to take it easy when it came to physical exercise, and he wasn’t supposed to work too much, but he was getting better day by day.I brought him supper every day after work. It was the least I could do, since he’d looked after me when I was ill. Besides, I liked being at Dillon’s house, and I looked forward to it every day. Honestly, I think he liked being taken care of, which was why he hadn’t offered to cook dinner yet. He was milking it a bit, the whole ‘me looking after him’ thing. I was happy to do it though. It felt nice, taking care of Dillon after everything he’d done for me.We’d talked about having me stay with him, at his house, while he recovered. But I ultimately thought it w
Dillon’s POV“Vacation?” Cassandra asked, an amused look on her face. I blushed. What the hell had I just said? Of all the things I could say to her, right in that moment, I asked her to go on vacation?I felt like an idiot. I’d made a promise to myself when I’d found out she was kidnapped. I promised to tell Cassandra how I really felt. This whole business with Laura had stirred up some unexpected emotions in me, bringing me back to a time I wanted to forget. Plus I was emotional from the medication.But none of that changed how I felt about Cassandra. My feelings for her were so strong, so real, and so all-consuming.I loved her. I’d always loved her. And I always would.The night I met Laura at the law school mixer was the night I’d found out that Cassandra was engaged. I pretty much NEVER had one-night stands. I was more of a relationship type guy. But seeing Cassandra’s engagement splashed all over Facebook, well. It hurt. I felt like I’d lost her, forever. She was getting married
Dillon’s POVShe was so cute when she ate soup, Cassandra. I watched her from my bed as she tried to delicately slurp the soup from the spoon, dripping some onto her chin. I’d been bracing myself for the conversation we just had for days, ever since I learned that it was Laura who had swooped in and given me the blood I needed for my transfusion.I hadn’t even seen her, though, Laura. She left long before I was awake that night. She just sort of slipped in and slipped out, just like she had all those years ago. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.I rarely thought about those days. Sometimes it felt like it hadn’t even happened. One minute, I was flirting with a pretty woman at a law school mixer. And the next? I was sitting in a café being told I was going to be a father. I’d been so caught off guard, so overwhelmed. And then I’d been overjoyed.That was the part I left out while I told Cassandra the story.The news that Laura was pregnant had hit me like a bolt of lightning, but on
Cassandra’s POVI felt my jaw drop wide open.What did he just say?Laura had been…pregnant? That wasn’t the reason I’d been expecting. Dillon fell silent, staring out the window. My thoughts whirled.“And the baby was…” my voice trailed off.“Mine,” Dillon finished, a finality in his tone.“Oh my god, Dillon,” I said, reaching for his hand. “What happened? To the baby, I mean?”For a brief moment I wondered if Dillon had a child. I mean, it was possible, I supposed. I wasn’t naïve enough to think he’d never been with a woman before. And accidents happen. So it was plausible that Dillon had a little kid out there, running around somewhere in the world.But then why wasn’t he with his child? No. I shook my head. Dillon would NEVER abandon his own child. He was loyal to a fault. I chastised myself for even thinking that way.“It was an accident,” Dillon told me. “I barely even knew Laura. We just…we hooked up one night at a college party and then bam, out of nowhere, she called me up to
Cassandra’s POVIt wasn’t until a week later that I finally got up the nerve to ask Dillon about his ex-wife, Laura. Dillon had been recovering for the better part of the week, and I didn’t want to disrupt his progress. He was mostly asleep anyway, drifting in and out of dreams, seeming a bit dazed and confused. So I waited until I felt like he could handle the emotional weight of the conversation.“Hello beautiful,” Dillon smiled at me as I came into his room. Cameron and I had been taking shifts at the hospital, making sure that at least one of us was always there for him, although, in all honesty, I was there the most.He was sitting in his bed, looking quite good. The color had come back to his face and he was no longer hooked up to the machines. He wasn’t quite well enough to go home yet, but he’d been transferred out of intensive care and now had a room with a window. He’d still need to stay another week or so in the hospital so he could be monitored, but he looked more like hims
Cassandra’s POV“There she is. My beautiful wife,” Dillon teased from his hospital bed, winking at me. He was trying to make a joke about the fact that I was pretending to be his wife, but hearing him say the word ‘wife’ cut my heart like a knife.He was looking much better though. The color had returned to his cheeks a bit and his complexion was less gray and pasty. He was sitting up, still hooked up to an assortment of machines. But he was awake and lucid.I paused at the door. Part of me wanted to run to him and take his hand in mine. I wanted to rest my head on his chest and have him stroke my hair.The other part of me?It wanted to slap him hard across the face.“What’s wrong?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “I was shot, remember. I’m not contagious. Come. Sit.”He patted his bedside, searching my face. I tried to move, but my feet wouldn’t budge.“Dillon,” I said. I wanted to ask him about Laura, but he was still hooked up to machines. He’d just gone through hell, hell that I’d c