“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 sat in the car staring outside the window, watching the lights fade into the scenery every time they passed by a street pole. Blake glanced at her, noticing something different.He wondered if he handled Natasha in the right way. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he still loved Natasha.No. He could never love any other woman the same way he loved Natasha. But he didn’t want to hurt Cassandra as well, and as it is, it seemed that Cassandra was just using him as well. “What was so important that Lance wanted to talk to you about?” he queried hoping she would be honest with him. So he could at least trust her. “I apologize for his behavior again.” She muttered taking her eyes from outside and then staring ahead. “What was so important that he had me leave for?” Blake was insistent on finding out. He wanted a reason… even if it’s a little bit, he wanted a reason why he could trust her. And if she gave him that, he would be sure of what to do. “E-Em…” she stuttered, clenc
“Is she your wife?” The woman asked curiously; she stood toe to toe with Cassandra, who looked confused; her shaky eyes darted towards Blake, as if she were asking for an explanation.“It’s none of your business.” Blake shoots out as he nears Cassandra, gripping her arms and trying to get her into the car.“Stop!” The woman yelled as she jumped in front of them, spreading her arms wide, without allowing them to move closer to the car. “I will never let you go. You need to talk to me.”“I am telling you, Tasha.” He complained with a frown on his face. “I am married, and I can’t spare a word with you.”“We all know that you don’t love your wife.” The woman whose name was Natasha announced her voice was loud enough to draw attention from the people in the area. “Unless you want to lie to yourself, Blake. The only person you have ever loved and will ever love is me. The only thing I am asking from you is that you allow me to explain myself. Just look at how unhappy you are.”“Let go of me
She glared up at Lance who had a smug of satisfaction on his face, he relaxed into the seat confidently. “We should place some orders.” He chuckled. “Your generous husband even left us some money to pay. How kind is your husband. I initially thought rich people were selfish.” “What do you want?” Cassandra muttered, her voice dangerously low. She could feel tears making way to her eyes, she could guess what was so important to him that he needed to say when her husband was away. “I hate to keep him waiting.” “Oohh… someone is trying to save her face.” Lance suddenly leaned back into the table, catching her hands. “Let me tell you how this is going to play out. If Blake ever finds out about us, he will not stay married to you. He will leave you as fast, no matter what you tell him, he will leave. And then do you think there will be anyone who would be interested in a woman who was divorced by a billionaire because she was sleeping with her cousin?” Cassandra felt her body trembl
“L-Lance….” Cassandra muttered her voice shaky, her bulging eyes nearly rolled out of their socket as she stared at her cousin in disbelief.How the hell did he find them there…And what gave him the effontery to think he could join them casually. Blake noticed the shift in Cassandra’s emotions, and his eyes narrowed.He realized that whenever her family was around, she was always uncomfortable but when this particular cousin was with them.She shakes visibly, and now he was curious. He wanted to know the reason.“I hope you don’t mind me.” Lance asked with a playful smirk at the edge of his lips and Cassandra’s eyes darted towards Blake as if she was waiting for him to protest or something.“I don’t.” Blake answered which was quite surprising to Cassandra because she knew how much Blake dislikes him. “What are you doing here? It’s quite a surprise to meet you outdoor unless you’re stalking us.”Lance chuckled.“Come on.” He chuckled even more. “I am a medical student. I usu
“We are done with the assessment,” Mr. Benedict said as Blake came back into the office, and he strolled towards the center of the room, and took his sit where his wife was seated.“Was it hard?” he asked curiously and Cassandra shrugged.“I am not too sure, but I did my best.” She muttered with an unsure smile on her face, she then leaned in to him and whispered the rest of the words. “I am a bit nervous.”“Don’t worry, you would do great.” He assured her, his gaze falling to her plump lips that looked ripe and swollen. Blake swallowed, the improper thoughts of the previous night slipped into my mind, and he felt himself stiffened again.Shit! Those thoughts were flooding back in again, and so he moved away from her, receiving the files from the principal, and his eyes narrowed and then widened briefly. Cassandra was nervous and didn’t know what to do from his reaction, and perhaps she failed.“What does it say?” She asked curiously.“You passed.” He handed the file to her, the pass
“No…” Cassandra muttered, as she grabbed his arm, turning him towards herself. “I need to know if you’re okay or not. Do you feel sick?” “Just leave. I am fine.” He argued trying to push her away, but she slipped and fell in between his legs. Blake squeezed his eyes shut, he tried to push her away but it was already too late. Cassandra’s face flushed bright red as she felt something hard pressed around her butt, she stared down at Blake in realization who evaded her gaze. “Um…” she muttered as she tried to get off. “I think you should go and bathe.” “Yeah, or do you want to bathe with me?” he teased and her eyes widened. “I don’t mind.” “N-No…”she muttered as she quickly got out of the bed and before she got to the door knob, he caught her wrists.“Before I forget,” he drawled pulling her away from the door. “Last night, you had a weird dream. I want to know what it is about.” Cassandra froze hiding her eyes away from Blake scared that he might figure it out if he looked at her.
Sunlight streamed into the room, and Cassandra stirred slightly from the disturbance; she felt a certain warmth that wasn’t coming from the sun and the kind of warmth that only happens when someone holds you tightly. Just by thinking about it, someone was truly holding her. Her eyes flew open immediately, and they widened when they noticed Blake was less than a centimeter away from her, but her panic soon faded away, and she relaxed in his embrace, using the opportunity to look closely at him.His eyes were shut tightly, in a relaxed state, his arms wrapped around her protectively. Seeing him in such a relaxed state makes her heart race slightly. She knew he was a good-looking man, but she didn’t expect him to be even more handsome while he was asleep; he looked like a painting, almost unrealistic.There was something about him—something that pulled him to her; she wasn’t sure what it was. It was very different from the kind of feeling she had when she was with Lance or with her uncle
Blake was unable to sleep; the sleep that had been in his eyes had gone as soon as Cassandra agreed to sleep with him. And even on the same bed, she didn't make any noise as she plopped on the bed and turned to the other side. Avoiding or ignoring his eyes, but soon enough he heard soft snores coming from her, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.She was dressed in loose pajamas that hid away every part of her body, but it was obvious she didn’t wear any bras when she came in. Blake plopped on his side, supporting his body weight on one of his elbows, his weight pressing the bed in. He peered at her lovely face; her eyes were shut lightly, her long, dark eyelashes casting a shadow along her face, and her rose-pink lips were slightly open.She wore gloss, which made her lips look like fruits. Blake stiffened as he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her if her lips tasted as sweet as they looked.God, she was beautiful…Seeing her in such a serene state made Blake’s heart ra
Blake stared at the plushie on his bed, his long fingers stroking the soft fur. There has never been a woman, especially the ones he had dated, who had thoughtfully gave him something.They would claim he was rich and there was hardly anything he couldn’t get on his own…. That much was true. But…Seeing this plushie makes him regret all his bad decisions. He should have dated more sensibly. He picked it up snuggled closer to it. It was soft… so soft that if indeed he had a mental illness then it might be comforting.But she didn’t even know he wasn’t mentally ill… And he would have preferred holding a person rather than a doll. He heard a sharp ring from his phone, he reached for it and glanced at the caller ID it was an unknown contact. He was a bit skeptical.But he answered anyways. “…” there was a brief silence at the other end of the phone, and Blake shut his eyes tightly.Another prank call He should have trusted his guts and not answer the phone.“Blake…”