Chapter 8: Hot and Heavy Kiss

Cassandra’s POV

I struggled.

At first, I really did.

His lips pressed into mine and I struggled against him.

But then…

His lips were warm. Warm and familiar. The lips that I’d kissed so many times before. And despite all my anger, I felt myself unwillingly wanting his kiss.

My mind screamed at me: Push him away! My mind knew better, knew that I shouldn’t let this happen. My mind wanted me to run, far away. To stop this kiss immediately.

But my body?

My body still wanted him. My body always had. So many nights, I’d lay awake in bed, longing for him to touch me, for his lips to kiss my hot flesh. My body wanted this kiss.

My mind and my body fought hard.

But my body won.

I parted my lips and the kiss deepened. I tilted back my head, allowing him to kiss me passionately.

It was ironic. I’d always longed for Jordyn to kiss me like this. I’d longed for it our entire marriage. Our kisses had been lifeless. Cordial. The kind of kiss you give a friend.

He had passion, all right. But this passion…it had been reserved for Ellie and Ellie and alone.

His mouth was so wet. So warm.

And the whole thing was so fucking ironic. Finally, he was kissing me with passion. He was kissing me the way I’d always wanted him to do.

But he was doing it in the powder room of a banquet, weeks AFTER our divorce.

This was everything I’d longed for, everything I’d craved. Why hadn’t he given this to me while we were married?

His tongue explored my mouth as he pressed his body into mine. I felt the hard bulge between his legs press into my stomach.

Jesus, he was hard.

He was hard for me. I was turning him on. It gave me great satisfaction to know this. He was hard and I was the reason.

I reached around and grasped onto the back of his head. He released his mouth from mine and fervently kissed my neck.

It felt so good. It felt so fucking good.

It felt…

NO!

My mind caught up then.

What the hell was I doing?

I pushed him away and wiped my mouth. He stood, breathing deeply, his hair tousled.

“What the hell, Jordyn,” I said, my voice still husky.

His eyes were full of lust. He leaned in for another kiss.

But this time…

Smack.

I slapped him hard across the face.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, confused. This made no sense. He NEVER kissed me like that. So why now?

“Is it because of him?” Jordyn asked. “Because of Cameron?”

“Is what because of him?” I asked.

 “Is that why you want a divorce?”

“That again?” I chortled. Really? Is that why he was doing this? Out of jealousy? Because he thought I was having an affair with another man?

Was that the only reason?

He wanted me because he couldn’t have me? Like a jealous little child who coveted someone else’s playground toys?

Well…TOO BAD!

“This is ridiculous. This whole thing is nonsense. YOU were the one who had the affair, remember? How dare you accuse me?”

“Whatever,” Jordyn scoffed. “It’s not like I was REALLY cheating. You and I both know, our marriage was a sham from the start.”

Ouch.

That hurt.

It was the truth, but hearing him acknowledge it like that…it hurt.

“Well, if that’s the case, then just sign the bloody divorce papers so we can both be done with it.”

“It’s not that simple,” he countered.

“Then enlighten me,” I said. I was tired of having the same conversation over and over again. If I had a penny for every time I asked him to sign the divorce papers in the past few days….I’d be rich.

Well….richer than I already was.

“I can’t,” he told me.

“Of course you can’t,” I sighed wearily. “How convenient. Look. I’m over this. Sign the papers. If you don’t, you leave me no choice. We’ll have to go to court.”

“You’re crazy,” Jordyn snapped. “We can’t go through a lawsuit. Do you have any idea what kind of bad publicity that will draw? My company’s stocks will plummet!”

“With all due respect,” I replied, coldly. “That sounds like a YOU problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

I tried to push past him again, sure that he’d let me go this time. What more was there to talk about? I’d made it crystal clear that I was done with this. The kiss had been an accident. I never should have given in to a hot and heavy kiss like that. I only had because I’d craved it for so long. But now that it had happened….well….

Oops.

My mistake.

But it would NEVER happen again.

How much clearer could I make it? I’d even threatened a law suit!

But no. He just couldn’t let me go.

He grabbed my hand and tugged hard, pulling me towards him.

“Let. Me. Go,” I hissed, looking down at where he held my hand.

“No,” he said.

I tried to shake him off, but he held on tightly. So I swung my handbag at him. It hit him in the shoulder, but he refused to let go. I hit again, across his face this time.

“I mean it,” I said. “Let me go!”

He refused again, but we were both interrupted by a loud voice. It reverberated through the powder room.

“Release her,” the voice said.

I couldn’t see who it was, but the voice was familiar.