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
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
Blake folded his arms as he rested his back on the chair, he later decided on meeting with Natasha in a restaurant they agreed to meet in this particular restaurant by 11 A.M, but Blake came about an hour earlier.Just because he couldn’t bear to stay home after what happened. He had gotten unnecessarily angry and because of that he had caused her to be injured.But at the same time he didn’t want to be too soft with her, she takes his kindness for granted and that’s why she had the effontery to lie to him. He never expected to feel so bad that she lied to him, he doesn’t feel anything towards her, but why did it irritate him so much? Why was he so angry about it and why was he so eager to know the reason she lied? He shouldn’t be feeling this way.He clenched his fists tightly, he knew that she was cheating on him, but he didn’t want to confirm it yet just because he didn’t want to ruin the image he had of her in his head. She was kind, sweet and charming. Someone who isn’t capab
She had never been fake to him. He was too angry to be concerned about what happened last night. Could it be his mental illness triggering out? Blake stood up and left angrily climbing up the stairs. Cassandra quickly dropped the cutlery she held in her hands and rushed after him.“Blake…” She yelled as she went after him, her legs doubling over the stairs and she slipped falling down. Blake heard the thud and then turned towards her. “Why are you running after me?” He yelled when his eyes combated the blood on her knees. “Is it so hard to leave me alone??” He grabbed her waist and hauled her up. Holding the edge of her dressed that was soaked with blood. Just how hard did she fall to bleed like this. He placed an arm at the bed of her knees and lifted her from the floor and started proceeding towards his room.He kicked the door open, and dropped her on the bed, disappeared into the bathroom..He came back almost immediately with a first aid box in his hands, and he qu
"Good morning…" Cassandra whispered as she descended the stairs, her voice barely above a breath. Blake was already seated at the head of the table, sipping his coffee with the same composed demeanor he always carried. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes.How did he do it? How did he wake up every morning as if nothing had changed, as if last night hadn’t unraveled everything? While he sat there, seemingly unaffected, she had spent the entire night drowning in the weight of her thoughts—thoughts of him, of them, of the evening that had started with hope and ended in regret.But regret wasn’t enough to erase what she felt for him. No matter how distant they had grown, no matter how complicated things became, she knew she would always choose him.And Lance… he couldn’t keep her chained to his threats forever. He may have relished the power he held over her now, but one day, that power would slip through his fingers. And when it did, she
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.