"I get it," Adriana said, nodding in understanding.Sean chimed in, "Jasper, be ready at 9:00 pm, we'll pick you up then. And Cassandra , be ready at 8 pm, we'll come a little earlier for you.""Okay," we both agreed.After eating breakfast together, everyone left. Jasper went to work, and I began my daily routine. I had applied to the university for a course in interior design, which would start two months after our wedding.Excitement coursed through me as I contemplated my new identity as Mrs. Cassandra Jasper Benson. The mere thought of it made me smile and embrace my pillow. The name had a pleasant ring to it. Feeling buoyed by my newfound happiness, I reached for my phone and dialed the old-folks home to inquire about my mother's well-being.According to the matron, my mother had been doing reasonably well, although her lucid moments were becoming increasingly infrequent. Although I was somewhat disappointed by this news, it wasn't unexpected since Alzheimer's patients seldom e
As I lay beside her, she confessed, "I want to wait until our wedding night. I have never-" I was stunned and interrupted her, "You've never been with a man?" She nodded, and I could hear her breathing heavily. "You're my first," she added. I was taken aback, and I rolled off the bed to sit up. "Oh," I muttered.She sensed my discomfort and asked, "Are you mad at me?" I assured her I wasn't and asked why she thought so. "I don't know, I just thought you might be," she replied. I told her I wasn't upset and she seemed relieved.I got up and dressed up, and went straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water. I needed to cool off and gather my thoughts. When she emerged, fully clothed, I couldn't help but admire her beauty. "You look great," I complimented her. She smiled, and we spent some time catching up on our day, forgetting the earlier awkwardness. Just as it struck 8 pm, the girls arrived to take Cassandra ."I want to make this clear, Jane," I said firmly. "Don't pus
"Not yet," Jane responded, as she opened her neighbor's balcony door slightly. I gasped, attempting to persuade her to stop, but she was too far gone. All of a sudden, Jane's neighbor stood up and stretched.The sight of his enormous belly made us almost sick to our stomachs. He had his back towards the balcony door, while Jane was crouched just inside it. Suddenly, without warning, her neighbor took off his shorts and flung them over his shoulder. They landed right on Jane's face, causing her to nearly pass out. Then, in a shocking move, he removed his underwear and threw that too. The underwear landed directly on Jane's head, and she snatched it up in a fury before her neighbor turned around. We all held our breath, and let out a sigh of relief when he didn't completely turn around.Chloe was gripping my arm so tightly that my limb had started to go numb. Adriana whispered, "What if she gets caught, what will she do?" I reassured her, "She'll figure out a way out."We waited as her
Jasper's POV:I pushed her off me, but she didn't even stir. After getting up and hastily dressing myself, I barged into Alex's room to wake him and Kenny up."I think I cheated on Cassandra last night," I blurted out."What's wrong?" Alex sat up, wincing."I woke up next to a naked girl in my boxers," I explained."That's not possible," Kenny responded, clutching his head. "I personally warned all the girls not to give any special favors.""Kenny ! I woke up next to Julie !" I exclaimed.Both Alex and Kenny bolted out of bed, and we rushed to the room where I had been sleeping. Julie was now awake, dressed, and had a huge smile on her face."Jaaasssspeeer! Jasper, Jasper, Jasper!" she sang. "I told you that you still loved me.""Shut up! I was drunk!" I retorted.Julie laughed and said, "You think that matters? What will your precious Cassandra think when she finds out you've been cheating on her?"As I gazed at her, I yearned to possess the savagery to strike a woman. My fists wer
"No, not at all. I was going to tell you right away," I assured her, but she didn't seem convinced."What if I had done the same thing to you, Jasper? What if I had cheated on you? Would you be okay with it?" Cassandra's voice trembled with anger and hurt."No, of course not. But I didn't cheat on you," I replied, hoping she would believe me.Cassandra didn't seem convinced, and she waved her phone in front of my face. "Seriously?" she asked, her tone accusatory.She continued to rant about cheating and how she would react if she were in my shoes. As much as I wanted to defend myself, Cassandra wouldn't let me get a word in. It was frustrating, and I could feel my patience wearing thin. I couldn't help but think that if someone had cheated on me, I would have taken drastic measures to make sure they paid for it. However, that wasn't the issue at hand, and I needed Cassandra to hear me out.I acted on what I believed to be the best course of action, and took hold of her, planting a kis
"Yes," I replied, grabbing my bag. Before leaving, I went over to Jasper and kissed him on the cheek."So, you heard about Julie , right?" I asked."Yeah," Kenny replied. I have a plan, I said to kenny. "What do you mean?" He asked Excitement bubbled up inside me as I told him about my plan. This was the last time Julie would mess with me.But first, we stopped by the beautician. After checking my skin type, she recommended several treatments for me.I surrendered myself to their capable hands and allowed myself to be pampered. The aroma of fragrant oils filled the air as I lay back and savored the gentle massage on my back. The hair spa treatment left my locks feeling nourished and rejuvenated, and I luxuriated in the various soothing scents that surrounded me.I wasn't sure where Kenny had gone, but I was content to stay put and let the experts work their magic. Afterwards, I soaked in a tub filled with warm water and rose petals while my hair was washed and conditioned. A facia
"Wow! I can't believe that just happened!" Kenny exclaimed."I know, right? Neither can I!" I replied."Awwww, Jasper is going to be so proud of you!" he teased."Shut up!" I retorted, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.Jasper’s POV:After Cassandra and Kenny returned from their therapy session a few hours later, I felt refreshed and rejuvenated. Kenny was rambling on about something exciting that Cassandra had done, but she kept telling him to be quiet."What are you talking about, Kenny?" I asked, curious."You'll find out soon enough," he replied, while Cassandra rolled her eyes.Shortly after, Alex arrived and Cassandra went up to him and asked, "Did you do what I asked?""Yes, Ma'am!" he mock-saluted her.Feeling bewildered, I asked, "What's going on?"Suddenly, I heard voices from behind me."Stay away from my guy!"Alex and I turned to see Kenny snickering. We then turned back to the laptop, where a video was playing. My eyes widened as I saw Cassandra slap Julie ."
Cassandra's POV:It had already been two days since I moved in with Jane, and time had flown by. Unfortunately, Jasper 's mother had paid us a visit and forbade Jasper and me from seeing each other until the day of our wedding. She had taken me away, leaving a sulking Jasper behind.Although I also felt upset about being separated from him, I understood why his mother wanted us to follow tradition. However, Jasper couldn't accept it and threw a fit."Why are you taking her away?" he protested."I've already explained this to you, Jasper . I won't repeat myself," Mrs. Benson replied firmly.I shrugged and followed her lead. Although she wanted me to stay with them at their country home, I declined and requested to stay with Jane instead. It turned out to be a great decision, as the last two days had been filled with exciting activities and unforgettable memories.Kenny and Alex had planned to visit me, but unfortunately, Jane had forbidden Jasper from coming along. Jane had always t
As soon as news of our engagement spread through the media, it quickly became the talk of the town across various news platforms in Seattle. True to form, there were a handful of envious individuals who seized the opportunity to launch a barrage of insults at me, resorting to all kinds of derogatory names. Some even went as far as suggesting that I must have employed supernatural means to captivate Noah's affections, questioning how a prosperous and youthful man could possibly be enamored by someone like me. Fortunately, my loyal friends emerged as my staunch defenders, taking on the trolls and even granting interviews on Instagram live streams to clear my tarnished reputation.Both Noah and I have consistently turned down interview requests, including those from reputable media outlets. His stance was that our relationship is not open for public scrutiny, a sentiment I wholeheartedly share. In accordance with our mutual decision, we have chosen to have a destination wedding at a ser
After precisely two months of reconciling with Noah , I made the decision to organize a surprise birthday celebration for him. With his 33rd birthday approaching, my aim was to create an intimate and elegant party to honor him. To bring this event to life, I sought the assistance of his closest friends, Fredrick and Jamiu, as well as his parents. They were all eager to contribute and help organize the occasion. Today, his family will be traveling from Spain to Seattle to attend the party, which will take place at the lavish residence of their family friend, Mr. Matthew Dawnson, a billionaire tycoon.Marilyn, who suggested the venue, assured me that Matthew's house in Seattle was the ideal location for the type of party I have envisioned. As it turns out, she was absolutely correct. The mansion occupied a vast expanse of land that seemed to extend infinitely, bordered by the tranquil waterfront of Kirkland lagoon.It felt as though we've stepped into a breathtaking Caribbean paradise r
Acting on a tip from Marilyn, I decided to visit one of Noah's clubs where an artist signed to his record label was performing tonight. Noah was unaware of my surprise visit, although he knew his mother had come to see me earlier. She had asked if she should inform him about my desire to meet up, but I declined, as I was the one who had cut ties with him and explicitly forbade him from contacting me again.As I approached the entrance, the bouncers inquired if my name was on the guest list. For the first time, doubts crept into my mind, questioning the wisdom of my impromptu visit. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, reminiscent of the day months ago when I went to Noah's residence for an unexpected meet up. That particular evening marked the beginning of our relationship and held the significance of our first intimate encounter. The memory brought a smile to my face, instilling in me the confidence to proceed with my purpose for the night.Approaching one of the colossal bouncers, I
The children and I didn't make it downstairs until slightly past 10 a.m. It had been an incredible night, courtesy of my unexpected visit from my cousin, Samuel , who asked if he could spend the weekend with us. I was delighted to have his company, and thanks to him, we stayed up later than usual, engaging in enjoyable games, a family karaoke session, and indulging in the junk food he had brought along.Luckily, today was Saturday, so there was no need to wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare for school and work. Samuel was still asleep on the couch in the living room where we had left him the previous night. I signaled to the girls to be quiet as we stealthily made our way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."What are we having for breakfast?" Anna inquired eagerly. "I'm famished!""Shh! Let's not wake up Uncle Samuel ," Bella admonished her sister in a hushed tone."I agree," I responded softly. "After entertaining us so well last night, he deserves to rest.""Can we have eggs
As the new school year approached, my enthusiasm surpassed even that of my children. They often wondered what made me so cheerful. I was genuinely delighted to embrace the return of a structured routine. Each day held a sense of purpose: escorting my daughters to school, proceeding to work after bidding them farewell, accomplishing our weekly grocery shopping, enjoying quality time with my girlfriends every other weekend, and sporadically receiving visits from my siblings. These engagements filled my days with various activities, diverting my attention from ruminating about Noah and whether he and Reina managed to establish a connection after that dreadful morning four and a half months ago. It's astonishing how swiftly time has flown by!Interrupting my thoughts, Joe jovially exclaimed, "Knock, knock! Who's there?"I found myself seated in my office, experiencing a rather uneventful day in terms of business. Impatience consumed me as I eagerly anticipated the moment when I must pick
This morning's breakfast was a delightful and uncomplicated affair. I indulged in fried bean cakes, accompanied by corn pudding generously adorned with milk and sugar, and a serving of freshly baked bread. As I savored each bite, a rush of nostalgia envelopped me, transporting me back to my cherished childhood. It was during those Saturday mornings that my mother would skillfully prepare this delightful combination, her dedication evident after hours of meticulously cleaning the house and its surroundings. Ah, the fond memories of those days gone by.Noah, observing me intently with an inquisitive smile, playfully remarked, "Seems like our chef deserves a raise, considering the immense joy on your face. I never knew you were such an ardent fan of bean cakes. Or perhaps it's the velvety-smooth pudding that has brought about such happiness?"A gentle chuckle escaped my lips as I responded, "Not exactly. Although this food has undeniably transported me back to my childhood, it was my mot
The atmosphere in the car was heavy with silence as Noah and I made our way back to his house. The palpable tension reflected Noah's evident annoyance and embarrassment over the deplorable treatment I received from his parents during my inaugural visit to their home. While my family may not be affluent, I am certain that they would never exhibit such overt rudeness towards someone they were meeting for the first time. Age should not be a point of contention, and there is certainly nothing inherently terrible about having children. Yet, they made me feel as if I were afflicted with a contagious disease. Why did Marilyn, in particular, direct such venomous hostility towards me from the moment she laid eyes on me? And as for Reina , what is her ulterior motive? As we pulled up to Noah's house, his sour mood still hung in the air. I am torn about whether I should offer an apology to him, even though it was I who should feel offended, not him. With determined strides, he ascended the sta
As we reached the backyard, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Noah's father didn't match the image I had in my mind. Unlike what I expected, the elderly Taylor was tall, slender, and attractive, with hair that's gracefully greying. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel annoyed when I saw Reina , who looked like she was part of the family. She was wearing tiny shorts that barely covered her buttocks, paired with a cropped knit top that showcased her extremely flat stomach. Her short hair was styled into shiny finger curls, complemented by sleek baby hairs at the front. She was also sporting a pair of Gucci slides, partially concealing her feet. As soon as she spotted me, she casted a deliberate, slow glance from my head to my toes, making it abundantly clear that she didn't welcome my presence. "Hello, Father!" Noah enthusiastically greeted his dad, extricating himself from his mother and approaching his father. "Hey, son!" Exclaimed the older Taylor , stepping forward t
Over the next three days, Noah and I immersed ourselves in exploring Spain to its fullest extent. We made it a point to visit various tourist attractions and indulge in sightseeing activities. To ensure my daughters were part of the experience, I diligently recorded each outing and shared the videos with them via my cousin's WhatsApp. Alternatively, I would connect with them through Skype during our trips, allowing them to witness our joyous outdoor adventures in real-time.On the fourth day of our stay in Spain, we were abruptly awakened at 7 a.m. by the persistent ringing of Noah's phone. Our sleep schedule had been adjusted since arriving in Spain, causing this unexpected phone call to catch us off guard."Darn it, I should have turned off my phone last night," Noah grumbled into his pillow. "Who in the world could be calling at this hour?""Please answer the darn phone so I can get some more sleep!" I replied drowsily, feeling increasingly annoyed by the incessant ringing that w