LOGINCassandra'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
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







