LOGINDante’s POVMy lips broke into a smirk when I saw Cassandra shielding the man with her body. Amused, I decided to have a little fun. I slammed my hand against the table, deliberately creating a loud banging sound, and watched as she flinched and opened her eyes.“What are you doing? How could you shoot at… someone?” she mumbled, her eyes darting around in confusion, probably wondering why the man she had just protected wasn’t lying on the floor bleeding.“I should be asking you that,” I said calmly. “What are you doing?”She looked flustered, clearly questioning whether she had imagined the whole thing. The truth was, she hadn’t been entirely wrong.“Sorry, I didn’t know… I thought you were going to hurt the man, and..” she stuttered, trailing off as she glanced at the waiter, who stood there completely clueless about what had just unfolded.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered.Before Cassandra could say anything else, Mira,whom I had noticed the moment she entered th
Cassandra’s POVI had guessed that Dante was going to meet the blackmailers, but unlike the scene my mind had conjured,him cornered in a dark alley, a gun pressed to his head,I was shocked to see him enter a diner instead.“What’s going on?” I mumbled as I got out of the cab, unease crawling up my spine. After a brief hesitation, I decided to go in.Maybe the blackmailers chose an open place on purpose, I thought.I entered the restaurant, pulling my scarf higher to cover most of my face. I walked past Dante… almost walked past him, when a waiter suddenly approached me.“Good evening, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?” he asked.At that exact moment, I noticed Dante glance in our direction, and anxiety clenched my chest.“No,” I rasped, biting my lip nervously. “Can you just take me to any table that’s available?”I could only hope my voice wasn’t shaking too much, or that my behavior didn’t give me away.I made it to my seat without any hassle, but what unsettled me was the fact that
Cassandra's POVEvening came, and just like he had promised, Dante came home early to cook. Even when I had volunteered to join him, he asked me to just watch him instead.Did they say a man looked good when he cooked? They weren’t lying. Dante looked like a Greek god handling those kitchen utensils, confident and devastatingly effortless.I wasn’t watching the food, I was watching his hands, his back, the way his hips shifted like he knew exactly where my thoughts were going. Every clink of the spoon felt filthy, every roll of his shoulders a promise, and by the time he glanced at me with that knowing look, I was already ruined, hungry for nothing on that stove.I wanted his hand rubbing the vegetables to rub my cunt, which was already aching for his touch. I was so lost fucking him in my head that I didn’t even realize he was done cooking until the delicious smell of the food wafted into my nose, grounding me abruptly.“Stop undressing me, and let’s go eat,” he said as he walked pas
Cassandra’s POV“You’re late,” I mumbled as I hopped into Sergio’s car, glancing around anxiously and hoping no one saw me.“Why are you acting like we’re a couple having an affair?” he said as he ignited the engine. I shot him a glare.Even though what he said wasn’t true, the situation wasn’t any different. I was meeting Sergio behind Dante’s back, after he had warned me about the man. But it wasn’t as if I had a choice. I needed someone anyone to save me from the deadline the blackmailers had given me.At first, I thought they were just fooling around. Until they sent a package to Dante’s mansion containing the pictures. And as luck would have it, I was the one who received it.Those motherfuckers wanted to ruin me.So I decided to take care of it without Dante’s knowledge. He had helped me enough already. This was my mess, and it was time I handled it on my own.“So, you said you wanted to meet me?” I asked. Sergio nodded.“I mean, don’t you think it’s odd that instead of the lega
Mira's POVI walked out of the section in a daze, unable to wrap my head around why Cassandra would sell anything my uncle had given her. She was frugal, yes, but definitely not petty. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong,I could just tell.“Do you think she’s in some kind of trouble? I mean, she can always ask my uncle for money if she needs it,” I mumbled, glancing at Tyson.“I don’t know what’s going on, but I think we should tell the boss,” he said, but I shook my head firmly.I wouldn’t drag my best friend’s business issues to her boyfriend, even if that person was my uncle. There were boundaries no one should cross.“No, don’t tell him. I’ll ask Cassandra about it first.”“That’s not right. I report to your uncle, not you,” he replied, and that got under my skin.“You don’t report to him!” I snapped, and I noticed his eyes twitch at the sharpness of my words.I bit my lip in regret, realizing I’d probably ruined the fragile ambience between us by acting bossy, b
Mira's POV “Do I look good?” I mumbled, checking myself in the car window, pouting with an awkward smile. My mood sank, though, when I glanced at my phone and saw that Tyson was running late to our date. Yes, our date. You’re probably wondering how I managed to snag a date with him. Truthfully, it wasn’t his idea,it was mine. He probably didn’t even realize it was a date; to him, it was just one of those errands my uncle had sent him on. I had asked my uncle to make it appear that way after I helped him win over Cassandra's father. Tyson was just the reward. “And why’s he not here…” I whined, but the words caught in my throat when I saw him walking toward me, dressed in his usual clean, monotone suit. He looked like a demigod. His well-sculpted face shone in the sunlight, his misty eyes drowning me, and his towering height made him even more imposing. That sexy, untouchable aura he carried,it was enough to make my panties soak. Fuck. He had such sex appeal, and the memories from







