Cassia’s POVThe birds chirping outside the window were what brought me back to reality. I had a beautiful dream, one I didn’t want to wake from. I threw my hands up in the air and took a whiff of the air. It smelled expensive and regal. Something I wasn’t used to. I ran my hands on the silk sheet the were soft and smooth, like baby’s butt. That’s weird. I gasped. I tried sitting up to take in my environment. But the pain at the base of my skull sent my head back into the pillow. I forced my body back up, and that was when I saw it. My dress sprawled on the floor, rough and rumpled. Just then, fragments of last night came rushing back, scattered and vague. The club. The drinks. The hands, strong, jealous, possessive, running over my body. The deep voice grunting and me moaning, begging him to give me more.I remembered it too vividly, it was the unmistakable consequences of too much alcohol. The lingering feeling engrossed me, refusing to let go. The heat, pleasure, and the loss o
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