It is a gentle touch that folds firmly over my shoulder. The touch of a woman that knows how to take my pain away. I need not even have to turn my eyes and meet her gaze; I fold my own hand over her ever so tightly. With her, I can break down; I can completely unravel. And that is what I do. The instant I turn around, and she slides those protective arms around my shoulders, everything disappears
“Mom, I have missed you so much. He was being a fool; he did not want me to help him.”
“Christian, you know what a proud man your father was. He would never admit defeat nor take the hand of those that offer him help. I think your father knew the wrongs that he had done, and he saw this as a justice he had to pay.”
“Mom.”
My eyes seek that of my princess, that is still standing in the shadows. I know that this will bring great pain, and no
Should I feel bad because I asked, okay, perhaps ask is too subtle for what I did, but the question is, should I feel regret that I chased her out of a home that should be hers. Well, ask me that in the morning, perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. I am fairly leaning towards won’t at this stage. One thing that Christian Caine does well, is hold a grudge, and I hold it for long. Yes, she is the woman that I love, but in the same breath, she is the woman that lied to me.We have had, at the beginning of our relationship, kept our secrets from one another, but I can, in all honesty, say that this does not even compare to any of those. It would have sat far better with me if she told me then; I could have been mad but grateful. Now, now I am angry and furious. Now, as for my mom, yes, I am somewhat upset with her too, but I do understand that running away from my father is what she felt she should do. I just wish that she never involved Cass
…Cassandra POV…Christian is calling me over to his table. I feel like I can simply die. Is there any possibility that he will not think it is me? Well, Cassandra, that is just plain ridiculous; you have had your body all over this man far too many times that he would not notice that it is you. Yes, I think this awful dress is keeping him somewhat distracted. And I also believe that somehow it is not his idea to call me over. Well, I hope that the sky comes crashing down because I am about to faint.But much to my surprise, as I am about halfway up to him, I see Mike come towards me and pull me to one of the booths. In the background, I hear him talk to Christian.“Sorry, boss, but there was a gentleman that was looking for…Heather specifically.”“Who is this, Heather?”“She is one of the gir
…Cassandra POV… Christian has just stood up; now, if I think that he was getting up to go outside or even to gents, then I am sadly mistaken. He is walking to the edge of the stage where I am standing. He comes straight up to me, and I immediately drop my eyes to my feet. I think I can just about die right now. But then he whispers, “Heather, I know you are new, so I am going to help you with this. I have been there before, so I will show you how it is done.” I swallow hard and try to form the softest words from my mouth, but I can barely move. I don’t know if I should be getting aroused at that damn sexy voice or if I should be pissed that he is offering to climb into a shower with another girl. So with only but one finger, I lead him onto the stage, and god, it is there, the electricity, the heat, it is so unmistakable. Is it just me, or does he feel it too? I immediately pull away and show for him to take off his clothes. But then he gets t
I am on my knees in front of my princess doing what would possibly be the scariest thing in my life. Declaring a love that I know is beyond compare. Never have I been so sure about anything, this ring has burned a hole in my pock since the day that she went missing. Yes, I do know that we are only but very new in our relationship, but there is nothing that ever felt so right. I think I will simply fall into an abyss if she rejects me. Her hesitation, however brief it is, is going to give me the answer to the question that I so desperately seek. I can simply not bear to think what I will do if she says no.“Christian, I am not ready,” the words, the very last words that I expected to hear, the very words that form over her deep cherry lips simply knock me over the edge. I can stand for her to be mad at me, but I thought we were ready. I thought our relationship was ready. I thought that if I do this that everything will be fine.Yet, “I don&rsquo
Last night was torture as she ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted. She laid spread over my body in nothing but pink lace, but yet all there was is an empty space that is only meant for her. Cassandra Cummings has been my undoing in more than one way.So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for her to show for her shift at the club. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me again. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms once more. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.Then I see her as she steps out of the dressing room, she
I nearly lost myself in Cassandra again. I am supposed to be furious at her, but yet I cannot keep my hands off her. I don’t know whom we are both trying to fool, we are meant to be, it is time we stop our foolishness.But if I thought her foolishness would not get any worse, I am bound to witness how she pulls a chair onto the stage, now this is something that she has never done before, but she has pulled what could possibly one of the most attractive men in this place at present onto the stage. Now if that was not enough, she is grinding that perfect pear-shaped ass into his groin for me to see. And god, what is even worse is the damn fuck is loving every minute of it. I can, from where I am sitting, hear how he is moaning and she, she is only but smiling.Now I don’t know if she wants me to lose it again, does she want to prove a point that I cannot control my temper? Well, I am going to show her that her actions are not affecting me. So, as hard as it i
Cassandra, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captive my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but, yet I think that it is one for her, and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.What else is not a game, is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore, let alone be in the silence of what used to be our home. The club has become my home for what might seem to be on a permanent basis as I have not gone home for several nights in a row now. I do not want to be alone between the walls that should be filled by her presence. I have moved, very much to the annoyance of Josh, a bed into my office where I spend my nights in blissful agony alone.And here is wh
She is only, but an arm reach away from me. I have the absolute burning desire to pull every inch of her body into mine. I need her closer to me than we have ever been before.But I am frightened.The thought of losing her feels like hot knives piercing me, stealing my breath.So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for.“Princess, please, can we go talk? Please, if only for a second, can you please just listen to me?”Watching her hesitate kills me, but I can see it in her eyes. I know my princess’ eyes; I know that somehow I have reached her.“You have five minutes, Christian.”I softly lace my fingers in her hand and lead her to one of the farside dancing booths. I know that she will not go with me to the office; this