"Have you asked this question before?" Ravine asked her daughter. Cassandra thought for a while, and she answered ambiguously. "I guess so?" "Hmm...Well, I don't mind you getting into a relationship with an older man. Since he's a Johnson, he's automatically a celebrity. You know what that means, right?" Cassandra's expectant smile falls at Ravine's words. She was trying to weigh them down now. Cassandra is starting to realize the importance of her mother's lens, the way Ravine was looking at Cassandra is way different from how she's looking at her relationship. "You'll become a celebrity too. Paparazzi must be your least of concerns. Other eyes trying to steal you away should be no.1." Cassandra's eyes widened. "Oh. Pardon me, baby. That shouldn't have come across like that! What am I even doing? I missed your perfect midnight birthday." Ravine quickly diverts the topic as she kisses Cassandra on her forehead. Affectionately, delicately. "Happy birthday, my little princess. Than
Cassandra's POV I gulp heavily. Tonight...I had finally turned 18. I am a legal adult! The night of our union is close as I could feel the tension between us. Zayn and I couldn't stop touching each other for the entire party. Of course, no one could have known about it since it was just us, in our little sphere. I lick my lips, staring straight ahead at Zayn. It is dusk for the party, the vibe is fading around the backyard of the prestigious Johnson estate. "Mom, have a stay here. We can go back to our house tomorrow morning!" I insist mom as she looks at uncle Alex. I know their love story. I was Cassandra Johnson in their timeline. Zayn comes up behind me and steals me away from my mother and potentially my stepdad! "Whoa! What was that!?" I ask, trying to catch my breathe. We ran thriugh the corridors of his mansion, the Johnson Estate suddenly seems bigger than I remember it to be. "Don't tell me anything right now, Cassandra. You're finally mine. I can call you mine now..."
Zayn's POV "Come," one hand under her head as the other extends out to call for me. I gulp, excitement rushing through my body and quite literally where it is exactly supposed to go. I catch her gazing down at my manhood, her smile falls quickly. "Don't worry," I chuckle and say, "Its not going to hurt." "It won't fit for sure..." She says, her expression being surprised,"I will make it fit." That's it. I sound confident and it assures her the way it would. My bed is considerably huge. As a tall man myself, I needed something which coukd accommodate all of me. Tonight is the night I've dreamed of quite literally every time my head hit the pillow. Im ashamed to share it as it is, but as a teenager, I touched myself violently every night, right here on this bed, thinking of what I'd do to HER. The love of my lives, with Cassandra. I lay stomach down on my bed, the scent of her body engulfing me from all sides. I take a shamelessly deep sniff, making her chuckle. "You smell heavenl
Cuddled up in our bed, I see the woman snoring softly under my arm. Her head rests on my chest. She looks so peaceful...We haven't done anything that she didn't want to do. Poor Cassie. She fell asleep right after we made out. She didn't even wait until I came back from the bathroom with a wet towel in my hand. I will remember this night forever.Well, we are still virgins even after what we did. I'm nowhere close to disappointment, although I can figure out that Cassie would wake up feeling upset. I will reassure her with all I've got. Thinking about assuring her while still smiling from within is going to be tough tomorrow. There is one thought that is keeping me up right now. No, it isn't directly about Cassandra or anyone I am familiar with. It's the new kid. He has been in my head since forever. It has been just one day, admittedly, but the way Cassandra interacted with him had thrown me under the bus. It made me realize.. that fate played a mysterious game once again and is
Curse my blindness. Cassandra and I look at each other and back at the door. The man who just entered has seen my junk and everything! It was such an awkward position as well! "I think he's seen all of it," Cassandra says, dangling my spectacles in front of me. I wear it, bringing myself back to earth. Was it Ronan, perhaps? He's probably the only one who hasn't met Cassandra yet. And they're almost the same age as well. He's just one year older, or I suppose. "Don't bother. He's just your cousin!" Chuckling as she wakes up, Cassandra assures me. Suddenly, her body intertwined with mine as she got on top of me, naked. "The door is still open, might as well remind you," I say, watching her adjust as I hold her waist. "And I don't care, might as well remind you." Cassandra sassily repeated my words as a smile just couldn't help but burst into a smirk on my lips. I cover her back with the sheets, covering myself as well."I like this confidence in you," I say, letting her take my spe
Cassandra's POV The atmosphere around the room wasn't as awkward as I had expected. That made me chuckle and lighten the mood all the more. I'm pretty confident that Zayn would be able to handle his cousin for having a loud mouth!"He's the troublesome cousin you were talking about, right?" I lean towards Zayn, who had just sat down and asked. He adjusts on his seat, sighing his heart away. That gives me my answer. "Oh, the bread is really good." I felt the bread melt in my mouth before I commented. "That is our chef's favourite sourdough bread. He's become an expert at that!" Zayn responds to me. "It's so soft and warm and moist. Oh lord, I've never eaten a more delicious bread than this!" I exclaim, but looking at Zayn's pervy face, I roll my eyes. "I know what else is soft and warm and moist, baby girl." I knew that was coming from his mouth. The breakfast concludes quickly yet I'm full to my chest! It was so fresh, scrumptious and nothing but perfection. Although, I leave Zay
"Who was that, darling?" A gasp escapes my lips as I turn around to see Zayn entering the room. His eyebrows knot together, he closes the door behind himself. "Did I scare you?" He asks, chuckling...uncomfortably. "No, not at all! I was on a call with my um...friend. The new guy from England in our class?" I ask, feeling the tightness in my chest as I do so. What is wrong with me?"Uh-huh. Mark Klarksman. He had a splendid academic record on his mark sheet. What about him?" I hear him say and watch him approach me as he speaks. He now stands in front of me, arms folded against his chest. "About him...nothing special. He wanted to surprise me for my birthday yesterday, but since I haven't gone to school..." My words started fading as I couldn't express myself well. I hear Zayn sighing. It makes me lift my head to meet his gaze. "Please tell me what he's told you on the call." Sounding annoyed, Zayn asks me."He...wanted to hang out with me today since he would be leaving briefly to
His eyes widen. I was right all along. He was feeling indifferent towards Mark since the day he met him but I never knew it for sure...until now. I cross my arms on my chest and glare at him. "Don't look at me like that. That is completely natural for me to feel as if you have clicked with Mark. He seemed to pique your interest. And honestly, you're not the only one, sweetheart. I mean, other girls look at him too—" I cut him off quickly. How dare he!? He realizes way too quickly and tries to control the damage he's done. But I was already scoffing at him, trying not to raise my voice. "Zayn. What do you even mean by that? Do you realize how that reflects on ME!?" He stands up at my words at once! He tries to approach me, but I swerve from his touch swiftly,"Don't touch me, Zayn. Do you think I would be attracted to Mark just like all the other girls? How could you even think I would have eyes for another man while I've been waiting for you for two fucking lives!?" I scream at him