…Cassandra POV…
Wait! What! Where does he think he is going? I just met him, and he is already leaving. What about our moment, this evening that we are supposed to spend together? If I let him walk out that door, he will forget who I am.
I spin around in my chair and stop to call him back, "Wait! "Are you leaving already?"
"I am afraid that I have to, my dear Cassandra," clear disappointment is visible in his deep brown eyes.
"But…but will I see you again?"
There is a glimmer of something in his eyes, but what is clearer is the handsomely wicked smile that appears on his face. He starts leaning closer to me, so close that I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. The sensation is so intense that I nearly almost forget to breathe.
"Do you want to see me again?"
"Ye…yes."
"Because you have to or because you want to?" he asks.
"I want to," I answer without even hesitating.
He presses his lips against my cheek and comes close to my ear to whisper. I hear him breathing low and heavy as he says my name. "Cassandra, I will see you tomorrow then."
In an instant my cheeks flush red, the excitement builds up in me. And just for a moment, one brief moment, I think to myself that a man like Christian Caine wants a girl like me.
But the sooner he says that the sooner he leaves, and my excitement dies, for I do not believe that he will come back tomorrow just to see me.
We head back into the dressing room before we need to be out on the floor again. The whole experience that just happened is still whirling around in my head.
"What the hell was that?" Tammy is the first one to break the silence.
"Why did he just leave like that?" I turn to her and ask. "Was it something I did wrong?"
"Girl, you know who he is," Jessie reminds me. "I don't think you did anything wrong."
"But do you think he is off to see another woman," I utter as the thoughts come to me.
"Cass, you know he probably has so many other girls."
"But he said that he is coming back for me?" I try to remind Tammy.
"Aaahhh babe, they are here every night."
"I know, I thought…" this is Christian Caine, who am I kidding. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just thought that he meant it different. I am just being silly; we were only fooling around, that is all we did, we were just playing each other".
...Christian POV...
What should have lasted longer has just now ended. I thought that we would have a whole evening together. She did ask me to come back though. That must count for something, or at least I think it does. Does she say it to all the men? She has so many men that want her; why in the world would she like me?
It was all going so well until my father called. When my father calls, I have no option but to listen.
We head through the car park to find where our car is. The further we get from the club, the more my heart sinks. That was by far one of the best nights of my life. My body already misses her warmth. How I wish I could just turn around and go back to her.
But I have a father that awaits me and two very curious faces staring at me.
"So, let's talk about that shower, man," Micah is the first to speak. "What happened in there?"
"Hahaha," my laughter echoes through the car park. "I honestly thought there was no way that anybody could see us."
"Oh, we saw you," Logan falls in. "And did we see you. You were devouring that girl like an animal".
"Well, what can I say," I start to explain. "She just brought something out of me. You boys know I am not one to display affection in public" I stop to correct myself for a second. "Okay, I do, but maybe not quite like that."
"Whatever it was, there was some serious chemistry going there. Are you going to see her again?" Micah asks.
"We do go there every night Micah, of course I will see her again."
"Come on, Christian, you know what the means. Do you want to see her again?" now Logan asks.
"Logan, more than you know. There is something about this girl. I would love to explore it, only if father will allow it."
"Talk to him; I am sure he will understand," Logan tries to reassure me.
"Let us first see what is the problem," I wave him off as we get into the car.
We pull into the drive of my father's ridiculously big mansion. Why he chooses to live in a palace like this is beyond me. There are more walls and ceiling that he and my mother needs. Sometimes I do think he does this more for him and not for my mother, as he claims.
And as if right on cue, he is already standing outside waiting for us. Whatever he has dragged us out here for must be rather important.
"Hi, Christian."
"Evening, father," I politely but must irritated try to greet him.
"Where you boys at that strip club again?"
"You know it, Mr. Caine," Logan says.
"You should be out spending your nights with real women."
"We do, Mr. Caine; it is sometimes good to get a bit of distraction," Micah explains.
"There is nothing wrong with the woman that work there, father."
"Oh god, please do not get me started," my father begins. "Rather stay with Veronica, now that is the type of woman you want."
"I have said this on numerous occasions; I have no interest in Veronica."
"Well, son, if you want to keep up appearances, then best you find and interest, or find one that is up to her standards," he raises his voice as he sternly warns me.
My dear father has this standard set up for me, and believe me, he does even find the women. I have never gone against his wishes. Being with Cassandra means that I will. I just wish there were another way we could be together.
But I cannot think of that now; I need to focus on the reason why we are here.
"Father, why have you called us here?"
"Come in, and I will get you boys a drink. Your mom is not here; she has gone off to see your sister, so we got the houses to ourselves."
We find our way through the lounge and past the kitchen and go sit in the study, or office as my father prefers to call it. Three sips into his best whiskey he starts to explain. "I have a problem over at Jackson that I need you to take care of."
"What kind of problem?" I ask.
"They will explain as soon as you get there."
"When do you want me to go?"
"I want you to leave tonight. You might have to stay over for a couple of days. It all depends on how soon everything gets settled."
"Can I not leave tomorrow night?"
"I am afraid I have already told them you are on your way. Why? Is there somewhere else you need to be at?"
"In fact…" I need to choose my words wisely. I cannot tell my father my only desire now is to see a woman he will forbid me to. But should I leave tonight then I will not see her tomorrow as I promised to. Do I really wish to go up against my father?
"No…there is nowhere else I should be. We will leave tonight then."
Once we have had our drinks and got final instructions, we leave to go pack a few things for the next couple of days. My mood that once was excited has now gone completely grim.
She is going to think that I do not wish to see her, that I am truly that Christian Caine that plays with woman and break their hearts. But what if she did not mean what she said either? Then she would be breaking mine. Whichever the way, someone is getting hurt here tomorrow night. I hate that I am the one that is going to disappoint her.
As we finally hit the road, I bundle my jacket into a pillow and lay my head down just to get some rest. I soon find myself dreaming of a better time, not even a few hours ago. It all crashes down in one thought, everything about her, her wet skin, soft and firmly presses against me. Those hands and those fingers, trailing sensual paths all over my body. Then her lips, he oh so heavenly lips the sweet nectar that I tasted on it.
After hours of driving, I am suddenly jolted awake when the car comes to a stop, "Christian, we are here."
"Good, let's get this over with. I need to get back to see Cassandra."
...Cassandra POV...
Last night was torture; my head was riddled with dreams of him. At one stage I was counting off the hours until I get to see him. The very mere thought of him is driving me crazy. All I need to do is get to work then I can finally be with him.
"Come on, you two," I hurriedly chase the girls to get ready. "We need to get to work."
"Hey, girl, relax," Jessie pulls me down to the chair to sit down. "We are only starting the late shift. Now we get your perky bum down and stop being so damn excited".
"Yeah," Tammy looks over in surprise. "What happened to you two just playing?"
"Well…" I say while tapping my finger against my chin. "I have given it some more thought, and…maybe Christian is a man I can see myself with."
"Damn girl, you got it bad. The boy has kissed your brains to jelly."
"Hahaha. I don't know, I…I just…"
"You have more than a little schoolgirl crush, don't you?" Tammy asks
"I think…okay, maybe I know…I know that I really like him…A lot!"
"Well, by the time we get to work, they should already be there," Tammy says.
We lounge around for the next few hours, trying to pass the time as fast as we can. I find myself thinking of him constantly; all I want is to lock my arms around his waist and squeeze that tight ass so bad. The feel every curve of his hard muscles press into my body. I want him to rub his gentle lips against mine and kiss me until he takes my breath away.
But as I walk through the door, I do not see him. I look around, and he is not at another table. I don't even see his friends, which means he can't possibly be in the gents. Then the realization hits me that he is not here, and maybe he is not coming. The girls immediately see the excitement drain from my face.
"They are probably just a bit late tonight," Tammy tries to reassure me.
"Come," Jessie tries to cheer me up. "Let's get you dolled up for him."
"I guess you are probably right."
An hour later, there is still not Christian. I should have at least asked him for his phone number. Like a man such as him would even give it to me. But still, he is not here. Did he really forget me when he walked out that door last night? Did he really play me?
"Girl, I am sure he will still come."
"The must be late," Tammy says.
But they are wrong; for an hour later, there is still no sign of him. Even an hour after that nothing, and another hour, nothing at all. Christian does not show his face and has not been here at all this evening. All my excitement and hope to see him has now completely left me. He is a player and now a liar as well. The reality is, I was just another knot in Christian Caine's string.
"Let's go home. He is not coming. I was stupid to think he would."
By now the hurt must be raging through her body like a wildfire. I am sure feeling it, regret, not regret in the true sense of the word, more like wishing that I did not guarantee her when I should know how unpredictable my life is. Last night was absolute torture, and dragging myself through this never-ending day brings me even more pain. In all my life, truly have I never once desired one as I do her. She took a piece of me the moment I kissed her, and she has that piece still.As we are now making our way back, I cannot help to start feeling the excitement I did only a day ago. I do hope that she would not be that mad, that if I explained that she would understand. I think by the time we get home, her shift would have already started.And I do not want to wait any longer than I should to get to her, but it is only fair to check with the boys first. "You boys okay if we go straight to the club?""Man, that is a stupid question," Micah is the first one to jump
...Cassandra POV...Why would Christian Caine not want to see me naked? Is there something about me that he does not find attractive? Does he find my breasts to be too small or perhaps even too big? Or maybe he finds that I am too skinny? I do not know why, but I feel insulted."Why, Christian?""Why what?""Why do you want me to stop?""Because my interest is in you and not your body Cassandra.""Okay…then what now? What do we do for another five minutes?""Put your clothes on and come sit next to me."Without even hesitating, I do as he says. Does Christian Caine like me for who I am and not what I look like? Or is this just all part of his game? Whichever one it is, right now, this is definitely a game I want to be played in.I watch him as he watches me slip on my dress, he is admiring my body, but do I turn him on? I know I am doing something, for he is moving a slight bit uncomfortable in his chair.
I am awaken this morning with a pounding headache. Not only do I have a damn raging hardon, but it feels like I am being pulled by the hair in every direction. That is what too much whiskey will kind of do to you. I found myself crawling into bed at some ungodly hour early this morning, only after consuming the better part of the bottle. After Cassandra left me hanging like that, I lost all desire to control myself.And now I have my dad banging on my bedroom door just to annoy me further. God knows what his problem is so early in the morning, but I do have a fairly good idea."Christian, I want you downstairs in five minutes." I hear him hollering through the door."Make it fifteen," I try to sit up, but my pounding head makes me fall back down. "I want to have a shower.""Make it twenty," he says but not until he gets out what I am sure he has been trying to hold in with no luck. "You have been in that damn strip club all night again.""Sure, fat
...Cassandra POV...Who does he think he is? It just goes to show what he thinks of women, how he can be at dinner with a woman and message another. Is this man seriously for real over himself? What makes it worse is, where did he get my number?"I cannot believe he is messaging me!""Who are you talking about, Cassie?" my mom stares at me with a puzzled look on her face."Christian, he has got my number.""So, you do know him well?""Well enough to know that he is a liar."I watch him as he keeps staring at his phone; he does not even listen to the woman he is with. He is not even paying her the least bit of attention. Without even thinking further is send him a message back."Where did you get my phone number Christian?"He immediately grabs his phone and seems to be pleased with himself that he got an answer from me."A little birdie gave it to me.""Tell that bird I am going to kill it. What do you want
Cassandra…her name keeps rolling off my tongue, the very same one that only hours ago explored parts of her body. And how I desire to explore her even further, conquer her with every inch of me. The very inch that is so pounding, the woman is going to be the death of me.One of these days, she will wake up next to me. But rights now, I am woken up by my mother, that seems to be quite up in a stir."Hey, mom.""Morning, Christian.""I am guessing this is not a casual chat?""Your father is waiting for you in the study; I must warn you he is up in a roar about something.""God, I hope it is not about Veronica again.""Is it the same one that left this here last night?"Much to my embarrassment, she picks up Cassandra's panties that fell to the floor as I got undressed last night. I grab them from her hand and tuck them under my pillow."Lucky not; I don't even think Veronica has enough class to wear something like t
This man is going to be the death of me. I knew that Christian Caine was bad, but this man is just sinful. He takes me to a high; then, he just lets me hang there. Well, watch out, Mr. Caine, I can play that game too.We have just pulled off in his ridiculously overpriced Bugatti from the driveway of my meager downtown apartment. I am so out of my league here. Why is a man like Christian taking such an ordinary girl like me to meet his parents?"So, what is the deal here, Christian? Why am I meeting your father?""You will soon find out. My dear father has a standard he has set for me and he wants to see if you measure up to it.""Well, the last time I checked, I am a stripper.""Exotic dancer, don't think of yourself like that. There is nothing wrong with what you do. I know many women who are not even brave enough to take their clothes off for their own boyfriends.""But what do I tell your father?""Do you wish to pretend you are s
Well, to say that my father is shocked would be the understatement of the day. I watch as his face is changing into a whiter shade of pale. But let us just forget about his face for a moment and talk about my own, which is now as red as the cherry lipstick that Cassandra is wearing. I have known many women that have threatened to touch me, but none of them have been so brave as she is.The moment she slipped those glorious fingers into my pants, my heart stops beating, and my brain went dead. As she strokes my erection, I must admit she struggles to wrap her hand over my full length. I am not one for blowing my own horn, but I am more than adequate to get you squirming and screaming my name. I did not get to be Christian Caine by my looks alone.But let us get back to my father, that is about to start his questioning. He is trying to find reasons why we cannot be together, and trust me, by the time the evening ends, he would have found one."Sorry, I do not thin
…Cassandra POV…So I am sitting at work getting ready for my shift today; as I go to scratch for my lipstick in my bag, something pops out. I look at Tammy, and she looks at Jessie, and they both look back at me.Tammy, with a wide grin on her face, is the first to ask. "Care to explain what that is?"Jessie, with her wide smiley eyes, curiously stares at me. "Come on, girl, are you holding back on us?""Oh," I chuckle to myself. "It is just a little something I took from Christian.""Ah, payback for the little stunt he pulled at the restaurant?" Jessie ask."And just a little to leave him hanging.""Oh my god," Jessie still cannot keep her curiosity to herself. "Do not tell me you finally saw him naked?""Only to the point that I know that he is going to…will let us just say Mr. Caine lives up to his reputation."After swopping stories about the dreadful dinner, the girls make their way out of the d
They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of four Rugers. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Sloane underestimates my determination. I have come too far and too long to have Cassandra by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. I do not care much if it was an arranged marriage; the way that I see it, the ones that made the arrangement are no longer here. Now, if Roman Sloane does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again. “You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will not get Cassandra.” Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight trem
I have never been able to control my temper; it is just one of those things that Christian Caine cannot do. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off at the woman that I love. Yet, I am not only pissed off at her but at her fucking father that did not think about anything but himself. So the great Foster Caine and Joseph Cummings are gone; who is left to clean up this mess? Well, it all falls down on me. As I have said, I cannot just go and kill a man because he is the one that is supposed to marry my woman. But, I am not going to sit back and wait for Roman Sloane to come and collect. I will, and at this very moment, I am on my way to try and convince the very man to stay away from my future wife. Am I being reckless? Yes, of course, there is no reasoning with me when I find myself when I am boiling over from anger. I know that it would have been a fairly good idea to have brought Mason with me, but I was too one-tracked-minded to make a sensible decision. And right
I have my princess lying next to me with very questioning eyes. Yes, she wants to know why the war is not over. Well, there is a question that I need to ask her first. The question here is, who is the one that shall get the most upset? An even bigger question is, will this cause a ripple effect in our relationship? I will not be able to survive if she has to leave me again, especially after everything that we have gone through. The fact is, I cannot just let this slip by as it is, it will, like all things do, come back to haunt you one day.So, as I stare into those big brown eyes while she is twirling those beautiful locks of blonde hair between her fingers, she looks so innocent, and yet I know that below she can be a raging fire. I need to tread this one very slow.“Princess.”“Yes, Christian?”I only but look at her in shock and cock my head but a slight bit, “What happened to baby?”She only but chuckles at
Driving back home from the warehouse is done in fairly silence. The boys here and there make a remark about how great the victory was, but as for my princess, well, she has not said a word since we have gotten in the car. My greatest fear is what this will do to her mentally.I know she handled herself well with Victoria, but this was her father; I cannot imagine how one should feel after you have taken such a life. I knew that when I asked for her to stay by my side that I was asking a lot, but now she has done the very thing that I was set out to do. Yes, it makes me feel like a failure as the Head of the Caine crime family, but it makes me feel that I have placed a great burden on the woman that I love.She is strong that I know, but there are some things, as I have said before, that one just could not come back from. She might hold this against me in time to come; our relationship might not even survive this. All I know is that this should have happened this way. N
My princess has yet disobeyed me again and went directly against my orders. She is at her father's warehouse prepared with only Jax, Damian, and Leo by her side. I don't know if the woman has got a death wish or if she is just plain and adamant in protecting me from her father. From where we are sitting in the middle of the warehouse, there is a raging battle of gunfire at the entrance; they are fast-breaking through the barrier of Joseph's followers.My princess has disobeyed me yet again and gone against my orders. The little vixen has come to her father’s warehouse with Jax, Leo, and Frank. I can only imagine what she threatened the poor guys with. Now I don’t know if the woman has a death wish or if she is just plain adamant in protecting me from her father.From where we are sitting in the middle of the warehouse, Joseph has no idea who is causing the raging battle of gunfire at the entrance. I just hope it is not my fucking princess doing the sh
I should have known that my princess will get me back. Little vixen surely had me going there for one minute; well, she will pay for her little stunt. Now, it took her an hour longer to come to save me from my own hell, and still, after that, I begged her to finish what she so cruelly started. After much convincing and some seductive kisses at that sweet spot behind her ear, I got exactly what I needed to get me going again. So, we are finding ourselves standing in the kitchen discussing our next step. She has suggested that we hit her father’s warehouse. Well, I can say the girl impresses me, for I would only have taken that afterward. Mason, on the other hand, is finding this amusing, “Boss, why did you not think of this, or were you too tied up at the moment when your brain was present?” “Mason, in fact, my brain was not present, and you better fucking run before I get behind that counter.” Just as I am about to reach over to slap the man,
I do believe that I should have put a lock on that door. But yes, never did I expect that a room that is supposed to have given me sexual pleasure has not turned into torture pleasure. Not that I am saying that hurting people is something that I enjoy, but I am just doing a tad bit at the present moment.Well, that was until my princess walked in on me. Now do imagine m predicament. I have a man tied to a chair who has just lost his finger, and that said finger is lying in front of my shoes. Now that is not the problem; I had fucking blood on my shoes.So as I spin around, hoping that she will not notice the blood, I slip the bloody knife into the back of my pants, yes, second big mistake. But my biggest concern is how is she going to take this.“Princess, what are you doing done here?” I ask with complete horror on my face.“I was bored, so I thought I would come to see what the fuss is about this room, but yes,” she seems r
My princess is not speaking to me; while it turned me on profusely, knowing that she was lying there and waiting for me, she did not think it was funny at all. It turned her on just as much; she just does not want to admit it. I will admit that I only went and untied her after two hours; hey, they kept me busy downstairs.So the little vixen is now sent me to the guest room, where I find myself even more frustrated than I was yesterday. Even after about fifteen messages to her phone, she made it quite clear that it is where I deserved to be.Now, she has locked herself up in the room; I do have a key to open it, but yet I think that she shall hate me even more if I just burst in. So, I am set to beg…again. Well, I would have left her to be mad and calm down, but I kind of need to change my clothes, for I am required downstairs yet again.And this brings me to the front of what is supposed to be our room.“Princess, please open up the door.&rd
We are park close to the house where Joseph’s lover lives. We have not seen much movement inside, but I can safely say that we need not have to ask what he is doing. How wicked it would be to catch him off-guard the way he is at the moment.Now I am in the back with Cassandra, still holding firmly onto the grip on my gun, when there suddenly is a knock on my window. As I snap my head to the left, I watch in an inch of a second as Mason jumps out of the car. The next thing I see is him shoving his gun into the back of the man.I recognize him immediately; he is one of Joseph’s men; he must have spotted me and thought he could be brave enough to take me on. Next to me is a rather terrified woman,“Cassandra, get into the front,” I yell as softly as I possibly can. The last thing we need is to cause an alarm for Joseph to come outside.Mason opens the door and tries to shove the man inside, “Shut the fuck up and get into the car