Jackson's pov “I want to talk to you alone”, my mom tells looking at Cassandra while she glance at me pressing her lips together. “mom, if you are going to manipulate her about her marriage with that unknown dollar bag am not letting you di this to her, you can’t take advantage of your condition”, I tell her sternly. No matter how much I love this woman but I won’t let her hurt another woman who means as much as her to me. They both are my family, my mother and my sister is what I have as my family though with a so called father who was good as dead for me. “Am not going to force you to marry someone you don’t like cassie”, she tells smiling sadly at her. “I just want to talk to you alone”, she tells keeping her eyes on her. I scoff and get out of the room thinking it’s my cue to leave the mother and daughter duo alone. As soon as I shut the door behind me I get a call. I frown looking at the caller Id. It’s unknown number, who it might be? I don’t lift the call thinking it’s
“You won’t understand how I feel about you not want giving a chance to the man we choose just because he was chosen by us Or because he is a business man”, she tells softly squeezing my hand. “you grandfather, my dad, wasn’t like your father…… and you knows it better than anyone else”, she tells as she push few strands of hair behind my ear before caressing my cheek. “Give it a chance cassie, give your self a chance and if you didn’t like you are free to walk away, no one is going to force you to keep you in the marriage if you think it won’t work you are free to call off…… you are twenty plus without any dating experience and all now you will be twenty five soon I just want you to settle down or at least try to settle down”, she tells softly. Yes, she has a point. I have no experience with men and I don’t know what they hide behind their suits in their homes. As my father hides his abusive nature behind crisp ironed clothes I believe every man does so. Was I thinking that bad abo
CASSANDRA’S POV As soon as I step in my father’s office people gave me surprised looks, few were looking at me with wide eyes and few people’s jaws hit the floor, I couldn’t help but chuckle mentally that they think my clothing is not fit in corporate society. Well to work in business field people don’t necessarily wear suits and pencil skirt to crack a deal, all we need is knowledge of how business works. “Morning Miss Williams”, the receptionist greets me covering her shocked face with a fake smile. “Morning”, I tell not bothering to have a talk with her. “Miss Williams, Mr Williams isn’t in his office”, she tells nervously as she walks behind me. I stop in my tracks and turn my head towards her, she is wearing a plain grey skirt with white shirt which is decent -- good. Her hair is tied up in tight ponytail as she is in her black high heels. I glance around us to notice many curious eyes on me, I frown before looking back at Miss Ryan, which I remember her from past few years
Ivan's pov I can’t be more than this happy in my whole life! Who knows It might change when Cassandra marries me and love me back as I do love her? It would change definitely, if not now, sometime in future and am ready to take this slow with her if my destination is her arms and a special place in her heart. As Cassandra asked me to meet at a museum I had to get ready in some casual clothes but warm. Christmas is around the corner still Sydney without snow! What a shame! Christmas was always special to me, through I didn’t spend a lot of time with my family, I made sure I stay at home and take a Christmas vacation. Family always comes first but my mom wouldn’t be satisfied with so many holidays I could take she wants me to take more. Now knowing getting me married to cassandra she would ask me to stay home frequently and spend time together and get to know her well. That’s what an going to do today. Wearing a blue denims with a plain white shirt I layered it with cream sweater an
CASSANDRA’S POV I don’t remember the days I woke up with a smile on my face, not for long. These days am getting too much of habituated to it. Last night I slept talking to Ivan on phone. We spoke about our favourite books. Ivan has a similar taste of books as mine. I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything. Just like Ivan, he likes to read male point of view books not because he is interested in their thoughts, he says he likes to read it because he would get to know their feelings which is rare as a man could show. He is true, no man exposes his feelings to anyone and if they did it would be someone special. I never thought he would be among the guys who speaks their feelings out, atleast not to me. He became that friend I could trust with my life and it happened so soon that I didn’t realize I need something more from him just than his friendship. I was stupid enough to ask him if he was single las
IVAN'S POV“Mr Miller, we have done all the arrangements you asked for, today the South wale art Museum will be all for yourself”, informed my new assistant on my phone. “Ok, cancel all my meetings for today and don’t get to me for any queries contact lucas for anything important”, I tell her casually glancing at the watch. great it’s almost ten and I reached an hour earlier, I can watch any new art pieces added so that I could buy them for my new apartment. “sure Mr Miller, have a nice day”, my assistant tells in her chirpy voice but without answering I hang up the call. I park my car away in corner so that no paparazzi catches me meeting cassandra, her being a celebrity racer it’s even hard to meet secretly not attracting much attention because even though she is new York racer, she is daughter of Sydney and people support her not to mention how many teenage boys have a huge crush on her and leaves love you, marry me, kissy faces and hearts on her Instagram account, not to menti
CASSANDRA’S POV After a little teasing session with Ivan it would be lie if I tell am not wet, The fucking hell! I get wet just standing in his presence. He is Lucifer who doesn’t need to push people to commit a sin, his mere presence is enough to make people around him sinners. We soon walked out of the museum and I couldn’t help but blush because of him being a gentleman for me. The way he holds the door for me to walk out and holds my hand while crossing the road as if he is afraid thinking me as a child who would run away in excitement. I walk keeping my head low and admire our intertwined hands. His hand is huge compared to mine, it fits perfectly as if he is made to protect me. He was looking around may be he is afraid that we might be spotted by any Paparazzi since last time in new York we did got caught in 4k. Our shadows are closer than us, if I tell am jealous of our shadows because they are closer than we really are, yes I might be weird but I couldn’t take the jealou
LUCA’S POV “Grayson! You fucker! Little piece of shit! Am going to fucking kill you”, I scream at the boy who is one and only son of the woman I love. “hah! I don’t know about you but am sure my mother would definitely kill you if she heard about how you speak to me”, he tells smirking at me. This little shit! He is just seven years old and had balls to threat me! But this Lilliput is right though I don’t want to be in bad side of serenity. How would she agree to marry me? “you are living your days”, I spat at him disgusted by the trouble he always makes. “Why the fuck you don’t want your mother to date?”, I question him throwing my hands up in air tiredly. “correction mister, I don’t want my mother to date you”, he scoffs at me rolling his eyes. I was damn second away from snapping his neck but the main door opened revealing love of my life, my serenity. “thank god”, I sigh tiredly. “mom!”, grayson exclaims excitedly as if he was kept in desert and didn’t get a single drop