Share
Chapter 46
Crayvin
As Cassandra stands by the front door waiting for me, Tarra hops out of Miles' truck to approach me. With a pointed look, her eyes serious, she says, "I don't know what is going on with you and my sister, but I do know how you were looking at her this weekend. She had the chance to sleep with a good looking man and get over your douche of a friend, but she didn't. In fact, she looked happier hanging out with you. You brought a smile to her face that I hadn't seen in a very long time, and for that I am grateful. However, I also saw how that smile vanished when she told me you slept with your Uber driver."She looks towards Cassandra and back to me again, sighing.Her tone lowers significantly when she says, "Whether you admit it to me or not, I know you have feelings for her, Crayvin. That is as obvious as the sunburn I received this weekend. But, if you hurt her again, I will castrate you. I am a nurse after all, so I am pretty good with medBab terkait
Blinded By The Past Chapter 47
CrayvinHer eyes gloss over as she studies me, her arms dropping to her sides. "And why is that?"Slowly, I lift my head and lock eyes with her. "Why do you think?"She blinks at me, clearly stunned by my answer.Or disgusted, I can't tell."Crayvin," she says in a soft, quiet tone. She then repeats my words after I left the bar, "We can't."I scoot closer and cup her face between my palms, and our foreheads touch. Her breathing matches mine; hot and rough."I know we can't, but that doesn't change what I want. What I am feeling."She gulps. "And what are you feeling?"On impulse, I move my mouth to hers and kiss her, sending my heated breaths into her mouth, answering her question without actually having to say any words. I have never been too good at expressing my feelings verbally.As our lips touch, everything around me becomes hazy. I didn't realize how much I wanted to kiss her until our lips me
Blinded By The Past Chapter 48
CassandraI kissed Crayvin. Crayvin Smith kissed me.Holy. Mother. Fucking. Shit.If this would have happened seven years ago, my little heart would have burst right out of my chest. Heck, even now -seven years later- it affected me more than I care to admit. My brain couldn't think coherently with his lips on mine. His tantalizing assault was too darn distracting. The heat had risen from my toes to my chest, my cheeks too. When Tarra and Miles had come back to pick me up, I took one glance in the mirror and saw how flushed and disheveled I looked.Tarra didn't appear as surprised as I had thought she would be when I had told her exactly what happened. She did insist on hearing every little fragment of detail though, worrying to the degree he did something that was sure to cost him his balls. Secretly, I think she was hoping she was going to be able to do a jock punch on him. Ever since she watched What Happens in Vegas, she has been waiting fo
Blinded By The Past Chapter 49
CassandraBased on the near pastel white color of Crayvin's face, I assume that his blood flow has stopped."I didn't know you would be back so soon," he says to Drew in a voice that sounds feeble and on edge."Well, if you had answered your phone this weekend you would have known," Drew replies, crossing his arms over his chest. He faces me and grins like a Cheshire cat. "It's good to see you, Cassandra."He looks me up and down, taking my appearance in before looking back to Crayvin, and my arms turn into gooseflesh. My heart beats a mile a minute and my mouth parts in shock. "I will catch up with you later. We need to talk," he says. With that, Crayvin nods and Drew walks away.Was I that transparent? Could he have seen right through me, to the truth? That I had been in fact kissing his best friend?And gosh, that kiss.That kiss has my mind whirling with all sorts of thoughts and possibilities. From my periphera
Blinded By The Past Chapter 50
CrayvinI look over to Tarra as she slowly nods her head and sighs. Dropping her shoulders she stands up and my eyes drift over to Cassandra walking back towards us and I rise from my seat as well."That hour was only a glimpse of what Cassandra went through for months," Tarra says in a hushed tone. Her words don't sound mean when she says them, but more like... hurt?With a knowing look, her words cut through me like glass. My throat burned with guilt as I tried to swallow back the lump that forms.Cassandra returns, giving me a curious look. "Well, we should get going. Tarra and I are going to get ready for Jax’s tonight. Still going?"My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to look at it. I have a missed call and a text, both from Drew.Drew: Hey man, got a minute? I wanted to talk with you. I need my friend right now.Me: Yeah, sure, dude. Come to my house in twenty.I slide my phone back into
Blinded By The Past Chapter 51
DrewWhen Crayvin and I drove to Jax’s Bar to meet up with the girls, I feel confident. I feel good with my outfit choice for the Black and White Affair theme night. Deciding on black pants, black dress shoes, and a white button-up, I am ready, prepared.When we first arrive at the bar, two women smile flirtatiously at me and that assures me even more so that I am looking good.I want to pull out all the strings tonight in hopes of winning Cassandra back. Granted, I know it will take more than just an apology and a nice outfit, but I will do whatever it takes.The bartender looks my way and I gesture to him for another round of drinks. Moments later, he places another beer in front of me and a whiskey and coke in front of Crayvin. I watch as my beer mug sweats from the condensation as I take another sip of the cold brew.Crayvin picks up the small red straw in his drink and twirls the two cubes of ice around the dark liquid, cl
Blinded By The Past Chapter 52
DrewI take a large swig of my beer and slam the bottle back on the table, earning a few glances from people nearby."What I did was fucked up, I know. And I am so unbelievably sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you. I wasn't in my right mind, Cassandra. After what happened, the - " My eyes narrow in on my now trembling fingers. "After the shooting, all I could see was that man's face in my sleep. His girlfriend's face. I know that isn't an excuse, but I was self-medicating when I should have just been open with you."Cassandra releases a howl of laughter that rings in my ears. "Well, I am glad that you realized what you did was fucked up because let me tell you... What I saw was fucked up, too. It may not be on the same level as what you saw, but it hurt."I sigh. "I know and again, I am sorry. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance? We can go slow and start from the beginning when-"Cassan
Blinded By The Past Chapter 53
Cassandra"Where did Drew go?" I ask, taking my seat back on the stool next to Crayvin.He is sitting in the same spot, resting his forearms against the bar while he holds out his phone. He looks at me and sets his phone down, raking his fingers through his now disheveled hair.And fuck, if that doesn't make him look sexier than he already does tonight."I don't even know, I am assuming home? He came back from the restroom, grabbed his card, and stormed out of here like a bat out of hell. I called after him but I am not sure if he had heard me or if he was just ignoring me. I was his ride here, too."Crayvin pinches his brows together as he looks back to his phone, turning the screen back on with a sigh."I texted him and tried calling him too but I have had no luck.""Well, I for one won't sit here and act like I am sad about it," Tarra says as she takes a swig of her beer. I shoot my head her way with raised brows but she
Blinded By The Past Chapter 54
CassandraCrayvin hands me my drink and takes a seat next to me on the couch. He sits so close that my feet brush against his leg, and shamelessly, a spark of electricity runs up from my aching toes to my heart.Did I mention my heart is stupid? Seriously, it needs to stop involving itself in all things Crayvin.I raise a glass and welcome that delicious burn of whiskey on my tongue and down my throat. A faint taste of honey lingers on my lips from the honey-flavored whiskey and I close my eyes, imagining that this is how his lips would taste right now, but somehow better."Is the honey-flavored whiskey okay? That is all I had left."My eyes shoot open and I raise my glass to take another drink, praying the glass will hide my burning cheeks.I clear my throat after swallowing the liquid down, warming my insides. Though, I am not sure if the warmth is an effect of the whiskey or from Crayvin.Could very well
Bab terbaru
