MasukMira'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
Cassandra’s POVThe car felt silent after what I said, and the sexual tension dissipated as I felt Dante let go of my thighs, which made me shiver and feel a sudden, hollow sense of loss. My body ached for what had just been, and the absence of his hands made it sting even more.“I don’t know, but I think someone was standing over there…” I trailed off, my voice trembling slightly, thinking it could just be a coincidence.“Really?” he asked, as he dressed himself again. I noticed him dip his hand into the car safe, and my pulse spiked, but before he could take out whatever was there, panic shot through me, and I stopped him.“I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe I’m just being paranoid because it’s not every day I get fucked in a club’s parking lot,” I chirped, trying to make my words sound convincing, though every nerve in me screamed otherwise.I could have sworn I saw someone holding a camera earlier, taking pictures of us, though the tinted windows should have prevented it. My stomach twi
Cassandra’s POVWe ran to the car, and immediately, the car door locked behind us. Dante grabbed my chin, staring into my eyes, which made my cunt pool with heat.Fuck, he had such good sex appeal. “What do you have for me, Cassandra Monroe?” he breathed, and I smiled, remembering what I had slipped off the table earlier.“Do you want to experiment with me, Mr. Blackwell?” I asked, as I unzipped his pants, rubbing my hands on his briefs, stroking his hard length softly, and I heard him moan as I increased my strokes.“What’s this… fuck… kitten, what are you on about?” he asked, and I smirked as I dipped my hands into my bag, shoving in the pack of ice I had taken from the private room.“Guess what I want to do with this?” I breathed, with a seductive wink, slipping one of the ice cubes into my mouth. I shivered as it stung my teeth.“What are you planning to do with that?” he shivered as I stroked his cock gently, and I smirked.“To cool your throbbing cock,” I said, slipping another
Cassandra’s POVI never believed that I would bump into Sergio again after the last time we met at the company, but it seemed his audacity had doubled since the last time I saw him.How could he invite me to a club? And he didn't even hesitate seeing Dante with me, he was such a troublemaker. “What are you saying?” I said dryly, trying to disregard his words, but he didn’t budge.I’m asking you to go to the club with me, and don’t give me excuses. You know you’re still owing me, he said, and I almost vomited blood.Owing him? When was that?“Owing you? What does he mean, Cassandra?” Dante nudged, but I also gave him the confused look I had on.“Are you trying to play dumb? Don’t forget what you said at the dinner that night,” he said, and that was when I remembered I had promised to repay his kindness somehow, but it wasn’t like this.“No, it wasn’t like this…” I was saying, but he cut me off.“And don’t forget how we almost became comrades the last time too, at your company,” he sai
Dante’s POVI didn’t know what to say to that, but I knew it wasn’t the time to be obnoxious; the man already looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his neck. Maybe he was worried about what everyone would think.“Congratulations, you must be happy,” I breathed, but he just shrugged his shoulders as if he couldn’t be bothered. I knew that wasn’t true. He clearly looked like someone who genuinely wanted to get married.“But it seems Cassandra doesn’t know about it,” I mumbled, because from his tense expression, I could tell my guess was right.Hence the stressed look.“I haven’t found a good time to tell her yet,” he replied, but that was a lie.“I don’t think you are being truthful, Mr. Monroe. A text or an invitation card is enough to invite someone to your wedding these days,” I said, and he looked defeated.“That’s true. I’m just scared of what she would think about her father getting married. I mean, she might think I’m ridiculous. I’m in my fifties already. Why sh







