Blake tilted the bottle slightly, taking thirsty gulps from the bottle."They said you were gay," she confessed; he nearly choked on the water he was drinking. Spraying the content from his nose and mouth.“Are you okay?” she queried, then hurried to find a napkin. While Blake was coughing seriously, hitting one hand on his chest. “I’m sorry.”“I am… cough… fine.” He takes the napkin from her and wipes his mouth and the table he is sitting at. “Where did you hear such crazy news?”She shrugged. Her eyes moved from side to side nervously; she had heard it from her uncle but didn’t want to put him in trouble.“The internet.” She answered; it wasn’t entirely a lie. She had surfed the internet to confirm her uncle’s accusations.“You see, Cassandra, there are many crazy people on the internet.” He started in a softer voice as he handed her the napkin when he finished cleaning with it. She hurried back to the counter to prepare some plates. “You shouldn’t believe everything you see.”“I kn
“Good morning!” Cassandra yelled in a small panic as she hurried down the stairs. She was all dressed up even though she had woken up later than usual. Blake was already downstairs having his breakfast; he glanced up at her and set down the mug in his hands.“You woke up late.” He remarked as she joined the table. “I was worrying you might miss your first day at work.”“Huh, sorry,” she muttered as she quickly picked up her toast and began nibbling on it.“There is no need to rush,” he noticed her fast movement and stopped her. “You will have indigestion if you continue like that.”“Um. Okay,” she muttered with her mouth half-filled with food. A small smile reached Blake’s lips as he continued scrolling on his iPad. There was a deep sense of completion that talking to Cassandra gave him. He never expected his marriage to go so well, their late-night conversations flooding him again.He started coughing.“Are you okay?” Cassandra questioned, her eyes staring at him innocently. “Do you
“Do you know how to use a computer?” Blake asked curiously, and Cassandra shook her head but the optimism never left her eyes. He led her into his office and then shut the door behind her.“No, but I don't mind learning.” She answered with a small smile. “You don't know how to use a computer.” He muttered again, nodding his head, and then he wondered what kind of life she had lived with her uncle and his family. Knowing how to use a computer is one of the basic skill any person could have. And they were so educated and sort of well off, their excuse can't be that they didn't have money to afford one for Cassandra. There was something off about them, and Cassandra is most definitely trying to cover them. Blake fell into deep thoughts as he wondered how to unravel their secret.“Your cousins, can they use a computer?” he decided to ask instead. “Yes,” she answered with a small smile. “Lena is a computer engineer in the making. She spends most of the time on her laptop.
“Oh yes!” A loud moan echoes across the walls of the room, followed by the sound of wet skin slapping against the other. “Harder. F*ck me harder.” “Baby! Yes, please go faster!” The red-haired woman yelled out again, as she arched her back, her nails digging into the skin of the man glistening with sweat. Their breath was mixing with building passion, her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt him reach lengths she didn't expect. “Damn, baby you’re driving me crazy.” Lance frowned as he slammed harder into her, he was trying to match the rhythm but he wasn’t feeling it. He had been trying to convince himself to distract himself from what he truly felt, but he was disgusted. Despite her shameless moans of pleasure, the very sexy body of the woman in his arms, and the sweet sensation that filled him from the connection between them. The only person he could picture underneath himself was Cassandra, and the fact that he was here screwing a random woman who wasn’t his cous
“You did a very good job.” Blake said seemingly impressed, he hadn't expected that Cassandra would learn such difficult task so fast. He had scheduled a month to train her perfectly but it’s barely a week and she was doing beautiful.Even Stefan commented about how fast she was learning. “If you keep this up then I believe it wouldn't be long till you're perfect at this.” he counted his fingers. “Probably a week or so.” “Thank you for the compliment.” A small blush rose to her cheeks. This was the first time someone praised her efficiency.Back at home Aunt Mercedes was never satisfied with anything she did. No matter how good it was. The only thing she did was slur at her. “Well, that will be all the training you need for the day,” he said waving his fingers dismissively. “I'll ask my driver to drop you off at home.” Her brows tightened almost immediately, as she asked.“You're not coming home yet?” She wondered her voice sounded a little disappointed, she hadn't reali
Trigger Warning: Scene contains violence and assault which may be upsetting for readers. please proceed with caution “Lance please let me go.” Cassandra begged feeling her body trembled as they drove further. “I knew there was something up with you.” Lance muttered with a stiff expression on his face. “You're the one who's trying to avoid me. All those unnecessary excuses you're bringing up is just you.”Cassandra felt her lips quivered as she held on tighter to the seat. It was taking every bit of her self control to stop herself from breaking down in his car.Her vision was blurry from the tears that had lathered in her eyes. Lance seemed angry.So angry…“I don't know how to explain how hurt I am Cassandra.” He muttered as he approached the underground parking lot. “You claim to love me but is this the way you treat the people you love?” “N-No please. Lance you can't…” she choked. “You can't do that, I am married now.” “I don't care if you're married.” he yelled. “If you had l
Cassandra hugged the pillow even tighter, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. This was different from when she was married… it felt different. She felt utterly disgusting and lacking, she thought getting married would make her rid of Lance. But she didn't even know how the hell he found her. She heard a knock on the door, she raised her head tiredly, she didn't have the zeal to answer it. Hoping Glenda would go away. The knock came back again even more louder.“I know you're not asleep.” She stiffened lightly when she heard Blake's voice from the other end of the door. “I'm coming in.” She quickly wiped her tears as soon as he announced his entry. The door opened and he came inside the room, there was a small frown hanging at the edge of his brows. “What happened?” he asked folding his arms before ambling towards her. “You were fine before you left the company. You were in a good mood, so tell me what made you like this?” Cassandra felt her heart swell painfully in her
Sunlight streamed into the chilly room, gently warming Cassandra's face. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open and a dull, throbbing pain greeted her. The world spun around her, and she groaned, trying to make the dizziness go away. Despite the lame attempts her headache only worsened. She tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, and she was unable to lift herself.It was almost as though she was trapped in her body, unable to do anything except stare at the ceiling. She thought about what might be causing her headache, but the more she thought about it, the more it hurt. Suddenly, she realized this might be the after-effect of the drugs Lance had used on her.Just as the thought crossed her mind, the door creaked open, and her aunt Mercedes came in, her grey eyes scanning the room with suspicion. When her gaze settled on Cassandra, curled up on the bed, they narrowed with contempt. It was just like yesterday, Cassandra’s parents had died in a car crash on a business trip, Cassand
Cassandra hugged the pillow even tighter, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. This was different from when she was married… it felt different. She felt utterly disgusting and lacking, she thought getting married would make her rid of Lance. But she didn't even know how the hell he found her. She heard a knock on the door, she raised her head tiredly, she didn't have the zeal to answer it. Hoping Glenda would go away. The knock came back again even more louder.“I know you're not asleep.” She stiffened lightly when she heard Blake's voice from the other end of the door. “I'm coming in.” She quickly wiped her tears as soon as he announced his entry. The door opened and he came inside the room, there was a small frown hanging at the edge of his brows. “What happened?” he asked folding his arms before ambling towards her. “You were fine before you left the company. You were in a good mood, so tell me what made you like this?” Cassandra felt her heart swell painfully in her
Trigger Warning: Scene contains violence and assault which may be upsetting for readers. please proceed with caution “Lance please let me go.” Cassandra begged feeling her body trembled as they drove further. “I knew there was something up with you.” Lance muttered with a stiff expression on his face. “You're the one who's trying to avoid me. All those unnecessary excuses you're bringing up is just you.”Cassandra felt her lips quivered as she held on tighter to the seat. It was taking every bit of her self control to stop herself from breaking down in his car.Her vision was blurry from the tears that had lathered in her eyes. Lance seemed angry.So angry…“I don't know how to explain how hurt I am Cassandra.” He muttered as he approached the underground parking lot. “You claim to love me but is this the way you treat the people you love?” “N-No please. Lance you can't…” she choked. “You can't do that, I am married now.” “I don't care if you're married.” he yelled. “If you had l
“You did a very good job.” Blake said seemingly impressed, he hadn't expected that Cassandra would learn such difficult task so fast. He had scheduled a month to train her perfectly but it’s barely a week and she was doing beautiful.Even Stefan commented about how fast she was learning. “If you keep this up then I believe it wouldn't be long till you're perfect at this.” he counted his fingers. “Probably a week or so.” “Thank you for the compliment.” A small blush rose to her cheeks. This was the first time someone praised her efficiency.Back at home Aunt Mercedes was never satisfied with anything she did. No matter how good it was. The only thing she did was slur at her. “Well, that will be all the training you need for the day,” he said waving his fingers dismissively. “I'll ask my driver to drop you off at home.” Her brows tightened almost immediately, as she asked.“You're not coming home yet?” She wondered her voice sounded a little disappointed, she hadn't reali
“Oh yes!” A loud moan echoes across the walls of the room, followed by the sound of wet skin slapping against the other. “Harder. F*ck me harder.” “Baby! Yes, please go faster!” The red-haired woman yelled out again, as she arched her back, her nails digging into the skin of the man glistening with sweat. Their breath was mixing with building passion, her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt him reach lengths she didn't expect. “Damn, baby you’re driving me crazy.” Lance frowned as he slammed harder into her, he was trying to match the rhythm but he wasn’t feeling it. He had been trying to convince himself to distract himself from what he truly felt, but he was disgusted. Despite her shameless moans of pleasure, the very sexy body of the woman in his arms, and the sweet sensation that filled him from the connection between them. The only person he could picture underneath himself was Cassandra, and the fact that he was here screwing a random woman who wasn’t his cous
“Do you know how to use a computer?” Blake asked curiously, and Cassandra shook her head but the optimism never left her eyes. He led her into his office and then shut the door behind her.“No, but I don't mind learning.” She answered with a small smile. “You don't know how to use a computer.” He muttered again, nodding his head, and then he wondered what kind of life she had lived with her uncle and his family. Knowing how to use a computer is one of the basic skill any person could have. And they were so educated and sort of well off, their excuse can't be that they didn't have money to afford one for Cassandra. There was something off about them, and Cassandra is most definitely trying to cover them. Blake fell into deep thoughts as he wondered how to unravel their secret.“Your cousins, can they use a computer?” he decided to ask instead. “Yes,” she answered with a small smile. “Lena is a computer engineer in the making. She spends most of the time on her laptop.
“Good morning!” Cassandra yelled in a small panic as she hurried down the stairs. She was all dressed up even though she had woken up later than usual. Blake was already downstairs having his breakfast; he glanced up at her and set down the mug in his hands.“You woke up late.” He remarked as she joined the table. “I was worrying you might miss your first day at work.”“Huh, sorry,” she muttered as she quickly picked up her toast and began nibbling on it.“There is no need to rush,” he noticed her fast movement and stopped her. “You will have indigestion if you continue like that.”“Um. Okay,” she muttered with her mouth half-filled with food. A small smile reached Blake’s lips as he continued scrolling on his iPad. There was a deep sense of completion that talking to Cassandra gave him. He never expected his marriage to go so well, their late-night conversations flooding him again.He started coughing.“Are you okay?” Cassandra questioned, her eyes staring at him innocently. “Do you
Blake tilted the bottle slightly, taking thirsty gulps from the bottle."They said you were gay," she confessed; he nearly choked on the water he was drinking. Spraying the content from his nose and mouth.“Are you okay?” she queried, then hurried to find a napkin. While Blake was coughing seriously, hitting one hand on his chest. “I’m sorry.”“I am… cough… fine.” He takes the napkin from her and wipes his mouth and the table he is sitting at. “Where did you hear such crazy news?”She shrugged. Her eyes moved from side to side nervously; she had heard it from her uncle but didn’t want to put him in trouble.“The internet.” She answered; it wasn’t entirely a lie. She had surfed the internet to confirm her uncle’s accusations.“You see, Cassandra, there are many crazy people on the internet.” He started in a softer voice as he handed her the napkin when he finished cleaning with it. She hurried back to the counter to prepare some plates. “You shouldn’t believe everything you see.”“I kn
“You don’t have to keep it from me,” she said convincingly. “I know you have a mental illness.”Blake’s eyes widened in surprise, and it took all it had in him to not laugh. That was one of the worst rumors.“There are a lot of things I know, but I believe nobody is perfect.” She proceeded in a small, innocent voice. “And now that I got you know, I realized you are not always like that, and you’re pretty nice, too.”Surprise was an understatement.Blake was flabbergasted. He knew a lot of rumors flew around because of the way he had associated himself with some people he got involved with. But of all the rumors he had heard, this one was by far the worst, and he was curious to know more.“Oh, my god…” He blurted with a deep breath, making Cassandra’s eyes narrow curiously.“Are you okay?” she rushed towards him, and Blake buried his head slightly.“I was hoping to hide that from you,” He said painfully, turning his face away from her, and Cassandra felt bad. She figured how difficult
Cassandra let out a shaky breath as she got into her room, her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest. Chest. Blake had walked her up to her room, but he received a phone call and told her to go in first.She hoped he would stay a little longer. She wanted to thank him for standing up for her even when she least expected it, and she wanted to clear things up as well.She never tried to seduce Dimitri. It was the other way around. She couldn’t ever forget the horror that flooded her when she found a boy in the ladies' washroom. And it made it worse when she realized he had come looking for her.She shut her eyes and shook her head while running water from the bathroom faucet, and she washed her face. She lay in bed, hoping to fall asleep, but it was impossible to sleep because her stomach felt uncomfortable.She let out a small sigh, and she then remembered that she barely touched her dinner. She twisted and turned, but she wasn’t able to find comfort in the bed.“Ooou, I am so hun