“You’ll be begging for your breath.” Blake’s words had resounded in her ears, she had been pondering about it for a while, but it held different meanings to Cassandra, and none of them were good. She should have just asked him what he meant, but the closeness made it difficult to sleep, she covered her face again blushing deeply. Truly Blake had a mental illness, she had been hopeful that it should just be a rumor and sometimes when he speaks so gently she gets confused, but now she was certain. He was truly insane…He had just threatened to strangle her whenever they slept together, even if that was just a threat to keep her away from his room, it’s still too much. A small frown crossed her face as she pulled the duvet closer to her body, clutching the pillow even tighter as she stared at the ceiling. What kind of husband say that to his wife? If he disliked her so much then he shouldn’t have thought of giving her a chance, sleeping together was another way to deepen their
Natasha…His first love…What a joke, but an expensive one. “Don’t play with me.” He typed back in anger.“Answer the phone and you’ll confirm it’s me.” Angrily he pressed down on the number and blocked it. It’s too early for pranks, especially one that would ruin his entire day. Natasha is a name he never wants to hear again, especially now that he is moving on with his life.The table was oddly quiet during breakfast, even though Blake wasn’t speaking he seemed to be in a very bad mood. And he was all dressed up, Cassandra wondered where he could be going so early in the morning.She was tempted to ask, the words at the tip of her lips. “I am going to work,” Blake announced as he set his coffee cup on the table, his eyes were fixed on his iPad, he scrolled through the screen looking for the right design that would suit his latest project. “H-How did you know what I was about to ask?” she stuttered, her eyes peering at him innocently. “It’s written all over your fa
“Welcome back, boss.” One of the maids greeted as soon as Blake got out of the car, he was slightly startled as he glanced at his watch. It was almost two a.m. in the morning, he didn’t have any outstanding work to do that’s the reason he was back home.How many days was he away?“Glenda?” He asked curiously, she was the head chef in the household, and she smiled rushing towards him.“Oh, if you had been ten minutes earlier.” She muttered as she looked over at him, Blake’s eyes narrowed as he wondered what she meant by that.“What’s going on?” He asked as they proceeded to enter the house.“Your wife, Mrs. McKnight,” Speaking of her, he suddenly remembered that he wasn’t single anymore, “She was waiting for you to return, Madam Glory and I had to tell her to sleep, reluctantly, she agreed to go to her room.”“Why would she do that?” He wondered feeling a bit surprised, that woman was still a lot of mystery.“She was worried that you didn’t come home, you didn’t tell her you would be t
“Blake…” Cassandra called softly during breakfast. As usual, he was scrolling through his phone while eating. He lifted his head to glance at her, and as always, she quickly looked away.He sighed, tired of the constant hide-and-seek, for some reason it annoyed him that she always looked away from him.“If you’re not going to look at me, don’t bother saying anything,” he murmured, stabbing a sausage with his fork while keeping his gaze fixed on her.Cassandra swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his eyes. This time, he didn’t seem as intimidating as usual.“What do you want?” he asked curiously, holding her gaze as if daring her to look away again.“I-I wanted to ask if I could get a job,” she said, her voice faltering slightly.Blake raised an eyebrow in surprise. “A job?”“I just stay in the house all day doing nothing, and it’s becoming tiring,” she explained, her gaze dropping to her plate. He noticed she’d barely touched her food.“It hasn’t even been a week, you're tired so s
Cassandra wondered what kind of work Blake would assign to her. Either way, she was eager to take it on—anything to please him. She had been worried she might have to convince him to let her go to college, but it turned out her concerns were unnecessary. A small smile lingered on her face. It seemed like everything was finally falling into place.“Mrs. McKnight…” Glenda knocked lightly before stepping into Cassandra’s room, a worried expression etched on her face. Cassandra raised an eyebrow curiously.“What is it?” she asked.“Grandpa McKnight and your family are here,” Glenda announced, Cassandra’s eyes widened in surprise.Grandpa McKnight and her family?Did that mean Uncle Niko, Aunt Mercedes, Lena—and even worse, Lance? A dull pain stirred in her chest as she struggled to steady her breathing.“Are you okay?” Glenda asked, noticing her discomfort.“Yes, I’m fine,” Cassandra replied quickly, her voice faltering slightly. They hadn’t informed her they would be coming. Or maybe the
“She denies it, yet you still doubt her. Seems like you have a vivid image of what you expect me to be in your head.” Blake stated, his sharp gaze shifting between Lance and Cassandra. He could sense an unusual tension between them. “Why don’t you just be honest and tell us what’s bothering you?”“I’m concerned that Cassandra might be in a loveless marriage when I know her heart belongs to someone else.”Gasps echoed around the table as everyone exchanged startled glances. Uncle Niko clenched his fists, scolding himself and regretting letting Lance come along.“What nonsense are you spouting?” Aunt Mercedes snapped, giving Lance a playful shove in the shoulder, with a warning glare.“We all know what I mean,” Lance said coolly, his voice cutting through the uneasy chuckles.“Please, Lance…” Cassandra whispered, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. She looked up at him, and that was when she noticed the smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. Lance was crazy. He didn’t mind
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
“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 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