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2025-04-01 04:27:34Chapter Six – The Party
Cassie sat on the edge of her bed, absently twisting a loose thread on her dress as her mind raced. She had spent the last few days trying to figure out how to reach Bain, how to break through the thick walls he had built around himself.
That night, when he had let his guard slip, when he had shown her even the smallest crack in his armor—it had meant something. She was sure of it.
But then he had shut her out completely.
Now, all she heard was his voice booming from the hallway, cold and commanding, giving orders like he was preparing for war.
Her chest tightened.
She hesitated only for a moment before standing. She needed to see him. Even if he pretended not to care, even if he acted as if she was invisible—she missed him.
She stepped out of her room, following the sound of his voice. When she finally found him, her breath caught in her throat.
Bain stood in the center of the grand hallway, flanked by his men. His presence dominated the space. He looked sharp, dangerous, powerful.
Untouchable.
Cassie’s lips parted as she whispered, “Bain…”
For a brief second, he turned to her. His eyes locked onto hers. The moment stretched between them, thick with something unspoken. His expression softened—just for a heartbeat.
And then it was gone.
His gaze turned to ice.
“That’s Master to you,” he said, his voice cutting through her like a blade.
Cassie felt the sting of his words deep in her chest.
Without another glance, he turned and walked away.
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Two Hours Later
A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts.
“Miss,” Linda, one of the maids, said hesitantly as she stepped inside. “The Master asked me to prepare you for the party tonight.”
Cassie frowned. “What party?”
“The Master always holds a party six weeks before Christmas,” Linda explained.
Cassie exhaled sharply. Of course he does.
She stood and ran a hand through her hair. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
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The Party
The ballroom was grand, the chandeliers casting golden light over a sea of powerful men and elegantly dressed women. The scent of expensive cigars and fine whiskey lingered in the air.
Cassie knew she looked stunning—her deep red gown hugged her curves, the slit along her thigh revealing just enough to make men stare.
And they were staring.
She felt their eyes, the way they whispered about her, the way their gazes lingered too long.
But the only person she cared about wasn’t looking at her at all.
Bain stood across the room, dressed in a sleek black suit that made him look like a god among men. He exuded power, authority—he was the kind of man who could silence a room with a single glance.
Cassie’s heart pounded.
Would he even acknowledge her?
His gaze swept the crowd, passing over her—then stopping.
Their eyes met.
Her breath caught.
For a single, excruciating second, she thought he might come to her.
But then he turned away.
Her stomach twisted.
The rest of the night was a blur of unwanted attention—men trying to charm her, lingering touches on her arm, whispers in her ear.
Cassie hated it. She felt like a prize, a possession, something to be admired but never truly seen.
And Bain?
He ignored her completely.
By the time the party ended, she was exhausted.
But more than that… she was frustrated.
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Later That Night – Cassie’s Room
Cassie sank into the warm bath, closing her eyes as she let the water soothe her.
But no matter how much she tried to clear her mind, Bain was there.
The way he looked tonight. The way his suit fit perfectly, the way his lips moved when he spoke.
She swallowed hard.
Damn him.
Her fingers trailed down her damp skin, her breath hitching as she imagined his hands instead of hers.
His strong hands gripping her waist.
His lips on her throat, his breath hot against her ear.
She gasped softly, her body reacting to the images flooding her mind.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
She didn’t even fight it.
She wanted him.
She had never wanted anyone the way she wanted Bain.
Her heart pounded as she reached the edge, her entire body trembling with pleasure.
And for just a moment, she let herself pretend it was him.
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Cassie’s Room – Moments Later
Still breathless, Cassie slipped on a silk bathrobe and collapsed onto her bed.
Then—
The door burst open.
She gasped, sitting up.
Bain stood in the doorway.
His eyes were dark, unreadable, but something about the way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine.
Her breath hitched.
Had he heard her?
Had he seen—?
Bain stepped forward, his gaze dragging over her.
She felt bare under his stare. Vulnerable.
He opened his mouth as if to say something—
But then, just as quickly, he shut it.
His jaw tightened.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
And then he turned and walked away.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Cassie sat there, stunned.
Her pulse roared in her ears.
What the hell just happened?
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