Billy sipped into his cognac, taking a break, letting the bartender that he had hired do the job. Selena’s friends have helped him advertising the bar on that Facebook thing and now it was full as it has ever been, just like the old times. Yet, he began realizing that maybe it was really too much work to manage all this by himself. He had not been getting sleep as he should lately. His daughter was not returning his calls and the damn receptionist at the office had stopped answering on Cassandra’s request. All since the day he caught her in the arms of that young artist. It had been three weeks since then and he didn’t even hear from her. Last Saturday, in bed, his wife spoke words which had been haunting him since: Where did we go wrong, hun? She’s not even calling us anymore. He clenched the glass, gazing at the dark orangey color of the liquor. It was all his fault. He failed her as a father, failed to be more supportive.He heard some commotion and he raised his head, seeing a d
Selena put her palette and her brushes aside, unceremoniously discarding her jeans. Why did she always have to be the one naked? She daringly reached towards Cassandra, hooking her finger in the strap of her vest and the doctor instantly swatted her hand away, arching an eyebrow, seemingly displeased, “What are you doing?” “I was…nothing. Sorry.” Cassandra shook her head, kicking the seat lightly away from the canvas, before taking a place on it, “Bend over my laps.” Her heart leapt in her chest as those hot words hovered in the air. Selena was dumbfounded. She gaped at her, wondering if she heard right. Her legs shook as she approached her, falling onto her knees right beside her, her eyes meeting the doctor’s, trying to read her. It was clear that she wasn’t kidding about this. She hastily stole a kiss from Cassandra, blushing hard as she then held her knees and laid across her laps, not wanting to be keep her waiting. “Good, kitty.” Cassandra murmured appreciatively, caressing
Upset, Selena watched as the doctor rushed here and there, grabbing her coat, her laptop bag, her keys, her phone and every little stuff. She was now wearing her shoes. “You sure you don’t want any?” “No, thanks.” She popped one of the slices of kiwi she had cut in her mouth and sighed, unable to hide her sadness, “It’s Sunday…I thought we could spend time together.” Cassandra explained, finding support against the wall as she tried to force her foot in that shoe that was for some reason not fitting while glaring at the cat who kept following her around, “I work half-day on Sunday.” “Okay, then I’ll meet you this afternoon. We’ll go deliver the painting?” The doctor looked at her apologetically, “I know I said yes last night but I can’t. Jeremy called this morning. I’m meeting with him to finalize things. It’ll take a good while.” Her shoulders slumped and she frustratingly grabbed a piece of watermelon, “Fine. Go then.” Cassandra hesitated and then she walked to her, reaching fo
It's been three days now and Cassandra crumbled the note that Selena had left and threw it away, “Goddammit. Why can’t you fucking talk?!” The cat hissed at her, racing away and she heard things getting broken in her living room. She stood and went to pick back the crushed paper, crouching on the floor, rereading it again to see if she could find anything from it: Doctor, I’m sorry I was rude to you this morning. I thought you’d come with me but it’s fine. I know you’re a busy and important person. I understand that I can’t take you away from your work. I promise I will never ask anything that takes too much from you as from now. You’re wonderful and I love you. ~Selena She tried to think about the name of that art collector she mentioned but she wasn’t getting it right. Was it Rodriguez Sancho? The internet was giving her nothing. She knew she shouldn’t even care a bit about that woman, not after what Jeremy told her but who was she lying to? It always took the absence of someone
Cassandra awoke with a headache, vaguely recalling what happened last night. She called out frantically as it all came to her, “Selena? Selena!” She hastily stepped out of the bed, ignoring the aches she felt all over her body, rushing out of the room. Selena rushed in at that moment, catching her in her arms, “I’m here! Don’t worry!” Cassandra flung her arms so hard around her, pulling her close as she muttered, “Thank God, you’re alright.” She should be the one saying that. She mumbled, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear, “You made me worry so much, Cass. Come, I drew you a bath.” She clasped her hand in hers, pulling her out of her room, downstairs, passing by the living room till the back of the house where the jacuzzi was found.She stiffened when Selena approached her and began unbuttoning her blouse, “What happened, Cass?” She pushed the blouse off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. She walked behind her, gently undoing her messy bun, releasing her black h
As they walked out of the cinema, Selena reached for her hand, lacing her fingers with hers, “So… how was the movie? Hilarious, right?” “I don’t know… I’m still wondering about the surgery part.” Selena nearly sobbed as she said that, “The sad part. I almost cried. I thought that he would die.” Cassandra pursed her lips, “You literally cried, you soppy creature. He should have died. He had zero chance of survival. And did you see how that doctor was holding that scalpel? I almost lost it.” “Heartless woman. Remind me never to take you to watch a medical drama.” She chuckled, “So what now? Can we go home?” Selena elbowed her playfully, “You must be kidding. We’re just getting started!”Cassandra sipped into her freshly pressed juice cocktail and sighed as Selena dragged her into another clothing shop, “Ugh, this is not how I’d imagine spending time with you. Just go. I’ll wait outside.” “Oh no. Come on. I think I saw something for you.” She grumbled, reluctantly following her inside a
Cassandra walked out of the fitting room, ignoring the clear cursed words Selena flung at her. She observed her surroundings. The stalker was nowhere to be seen. Thankfully. But as she turned around to look back at her defiant kitten, she realized that he was hiding behind a tall shelf, still looking towards her. She was tempted to just go to him and punch him straight in the face right now. “Selena. Pay for that lingerie and the black dress and let’s go.” Selena grumbled as she hopped into her jeans, zipping it up. She picked up the shopping bags and Cassandra slid her hand around her waist, directing her to the cashier.The man behind the cashier scanned the items and then paused, slightly raising the lacy bra, “Ma’am, I believe this is a two piece set. You might be missing—" Selena reddened furiously, “It’s alright. Just scan it!” The cashier’s cheek became red as well, “I’ll just…uh get someone to get you a complete set. Just wait—” Cassandra interrupted, handing her bank card,
Selena was snuggled in a blanket against the doctor as they were watching the superhero movie, Wonder Woman together. It was past midnight as the credits rolled. “Cass?” “Mmh?” “I think you’re Wonder Woman.” She laughed softly, pressing her mouth against the side of her head, “Every woman is Wonder Woman, including you.” She raised her hand, tracing her jaw, “You’re… ambitious, intelligent and so beautiful. You got things figured out while I’m a living mess. You look like... Jason never made a difference in your life while I…” She sighed heavily, stopping herself. Cassandra asked, “Do you still have feelings for him?” “No… but it still hurts. He treated me so well. I thought he loved me.” Cassandra quietly said, holding her closer, remembering how he had stayed with her for three years, “I think he always loved you, Selena. He was just using me for my wealth.” “Are you rich?” “I make around $ 450,000 a year.” Selena coughed and Cassandra quickly added, “But that’s because I’m alway