A Secret Affair With My Best Friend's Uncle

Cassandra’s POV“Oh shit, I’m late!” I blurted, staring at the time on my phone. My heart sank. I was some minutes late for my dinner date, and tonight wasn’t just any date..it was special. I’d spent forever curling my hair, lining my lips, making sure the red dress hugged me in all the right places. And now? I was late. “But it’s worth it,” I muttered to myself, forcing a grin at my reflection in the mirror. “I look great.”And I did. The sleeveless red dress stopped just above my knees, my black stilettos adding a dangerous edge. A tiny purse dangled from my hand, and my makeup was just enough to glow without screaming try-hard. My auburn hair cascaded in loose waves down my back. For once, I felt flawless.Tonight was supposed to be everything. Nicholas, my boyfriend had invited me out, and I already knew what was coming. We’d been together since college, six years of ups, downs, late-night study sessions, cheap pizza dates, and stolen kisses in library corners. Today was our anni

Cassandra’s POV“What? Suddenly not bold anymore?” he asked as his palm landed on my ass. The sharp sting made me shiver, and I shot up from his thigh.God. No matter how much my body reacted, this was wrong. I couldn’t just fall apart and jump on another man because Nicholas had sold me short. That wasn’t me. Or at least…it wasn’t supposed to be.“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t mean to lead you on, but..” My words caught when I noticed his eyes fixed shamelessly on my breasts. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I scrambled for my dress.Pervert.“But I can’t go through with this,” I added, clutching the dress to my chest. I expected him to snap or force me, but instead he leaned back, lighting another cigar.“I know,” he said easily. “You look like the kind of girl who’d moan her ex’s name if we fucked. And I don’t want that.”His words sliced through me. So raw. So unfiltered. A part of me wanted to laugh, wasn’t he too old to be this blunt? But the joke was on me.Because he was right.If it wer

Cassandra’s POV“Wait! Wait for me!” I screamed like a madwoman, my heels slapping the pavement as I chased after the bus. My lungs burned, my hair stuck to my face, and I almost collapsed with relief when the bus finally squealed to a stop. I pushed my way in with the rest of the crowd, panting like I’d just run a marathon.Life doesn’t stop for heartbreak. You could be going through the worst pain in the world and still have to fight your way onto a crowded bus just to survive. My weekend had been hell. Every time I thought of Nichols’s betrayal, I cried myself to sleep. By Monday morning, I looked like trash. But who cared?Work waited, and work didn’t care if my heart was in pieces.I plastered makeup under my eyes to hide the bags, smudged on some lipstick, and dragged myself into the office. Mondays were chaos, everyone too busy to notice that I was walking around with a broken soul. Or so I thought.Because the moment she arrived, the entire floor went silent.“Applaud!” a shar

Cassandra’s POVMy palms grew sweaty as I looked at him, praying he wouldn’t say anything to my best friend. How would I even tell her that I almost fucked her uncle?“What’s this awkwardness? Have you guys met before?” Mira asked, but before her uncle could respond, I blurted, “No! Of course not!”He looked slightly taken aback by my denial, but that wasn’t my concern. I didn’t want Mira to think I was some loose girl, so it was better that way.“I know, he just got back to the country. But do you know why he’s called Casanova?” Mira teased, laughing, but she didn’t need to tell me I already knew better than anyone.“Seriously, Mirabella? Are we doing this right now?” he asked with a light chuckle, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to leave.“Mir, I think..” I began, but Mira excused herself, leaving me alone with her uncle.“So, we haven’t met before?” he said with a knowing smirk as he stepped closer, cigar in hand. The faint smoke didn’t overpower his manly scent, it only mixed wit

Cassandra’s POV“What!” Miss Claire screamed, throwing a stack of files at my face. I froze, stunned, unable to believe what just happened.I’d barely gotten to the office that morning when my supervisor summoned me, her face red with fury. She was fuming about DM Corporation dropping us from their project after learning that I wouldn’t be participating anymore.That man was screwing over. “Are you trying to screw us over, Cassandra? Do you want this company to collapse and leave us all jobless?” Claire shouted, her voice sharp enough to slice through glass.She hurled insult after insult, completely disregarding my attempts to explain why I couldn’t continue with the project.“Ma’am, I’m just..” I stammered, but she cut me off with a glare.“I don’t care how you do it, but you’re going back to DM Group and getting us back on that project. Otherwise, you can kiss your job goodbye!”What! Would she really fire me? Panic struck deep. I knew pulling out of the project might cause damage