Chapter Three – Sexy French Men

Cassia woke up the next morning with her panties extremely wet.

Cheating because of a game was not the same thing right?

She pressed her legs together, now wishing that she'd brought a vibrator along. She desperately needed to have an orgasm. She rolled out of bed.

“Morning, sinner.”

Cassia groaned, snapping out of her lewd thoughts. Ava was propped against the balcony door, her robe slipping off one shoulder, and eating pineapple straight from the platter.

“I’m not a sinner.” Cassia sat up, tugging the bedsheet higher to cover her breasts. She loved to sleep naked and this was no exception.

Ava rolled her eyes. “You came back last night smiling and it freaked me out since you didn't stop smiling until you went to bed. What the hell happened? And don't say nothing.”

“I danced,” Cassia said quickly. She didn't want to tell Ava that she'd been right.

“Cassia, we both know you suck at dancing.” Ava intoned.

Cassia grabbed a pillow and threw it at her friend and Ava dodged easily.

“I told you, I danced,” Cassia repeated.

Ava waved her hand “Fine. With who?”

Cassia hesitated then looked away, pretending to reach for the coffee pot while she thought of a reasonable lie. “Just a guy.”

“Cass…” Ava dragged out the name, sing-song. “You can’t lie to me. Was he tall? Handsome? Hung like a big—”

“Stop.” Cassia’s cheeks burned. She thought about the man from last night, and his big dick. She poured coffee with a shaky hand. “It was nothing. Just… a moment.”

Ava studied her for a beat, then shrugged. “Fine. Go ahead and be secretive. But you’re not hiding in this room tonight. We’re going to dinner, with music and men and wine.”

Cassia sighed, wrapping both hands around the coffee cup. She wanted to say no. She wanted to stay locked away until the memory of last night dulled. But Ava was relentless.

“Fine,” Cassia said. “We’ll go out for dinner, but I'm staying indoors all day.”

Ava shook her head deciding her friend was hopeless. 

****

The restaurant was a sight. It seemed everything in the resort was well thought of and planned. 

There was a violinist playing in the corner. At least Dorian was paying for all this. Cassia thought as she entered. 

Ava wore a short red dress that made heads turn the moment they entered. Cassia had settled on a black wrap dress, which was simple but glued to her body like a second skin, and the neckline dipped just enough to show the swell of her breasts.

They were directed and seated at the balcony which had a lovely view with aesthetic palm trees and plants decorating the balcony and a couple of tables.

“Now this is life. I wish I could stay here forever.” Ava signaled to a waiter and ordered a bottle of their most expensive wine.

Cassia tried to protest but it was no use. “You need to loosen up. Besides this is all being paid for by Dorian right? Let his wallet suffer.”

That made Cassia laugh. She wasn't against the idea of punishing her dear husband's wallet. Even though he was a billionaire who would hardly notice.

 “One drink and you might even smile at someone.” Ava continued.

“I smile plenty,” Cassia muttered.

“Not like that.” Ava leaned closer. “You smile like you’re apologizing for existing. You need the other kind, the sexy one that makes a man’s knees buckle. Remember college?”

Cassia rolled her eyes, sipping the wine anyway. It was smooth, rich, and stronger than she expected. She remembered her college days and how much fun she had.

But those days were behind her now. 

Halfway through the meal, Ava excused herself, except that she didn't come back alone. She returned hanging off the arm of a tall black man with dreads.  

“This is Leo,” she announced. “He’s from New Orleans but just came back from a year in France. Say something in French , Leo.”

“Enchanté,” Leo said, smiling warmly at Cassia. He was dressed in a tailored suit and on his left wrist was an AP watch.

Ava picked her men like she did her shoes, Expensive.

Ava giggled like a teenager. “We’re going to dance, don’t wait up.”

Cassia stared at her. “You’re leaving me?”

Ava winked. “You’ll be fine. Find your own Leo.” Then she disappeared toward the dance floor.

Cassia sighed, reaching for her glass again. She was about to call the waiter and call it a night when the chair opposite her slid back.

“Is this seat taken?” A man with a French accent called out. Cassia froze. She would recognize that voice anywhere.

It was the man from yesterday whom she'd refused to look at after the VR game.

So he sat down before she could answer. God, up close he was a Greek god. There was a thin scar across his temple to his cheek, and his dark hair was slicked back neatly.

“Uh..I think you're sitting down at the wrong table…” Cassia blurted out, looking everywhere but at him.

The man smiled, his green eyes staring her down. “No, I'm not. This is the perfect table.” That sexy French accent made her belly twist in excitement.

Cassia wanted to argue but he dialed a number on his phone. “"Yes, it's me. Empty the restaurant right now." He hung up.

“What is this?”

“I had a dream that you dreamt about me. Am I wrong?” 

Cassia inhaled, then bit her lower lip. How did he know?

In seconds waiters entered, saying whispered sorrys to the other diners. People got up confused and objecting, but they were led out with offers of free food downstairs.

The balcony was empty and it was just the two of them. “Who are you?” She asked, taking notice of his expensive APwatch. Just like her husband's Dorian's but on this guy, it gave off a dangerous vibe that made her thighs clench.

“That's not important. You're fucking gorgeous in that dress.” He stretched across the table, and ran his fingers over her palm.

She thought she was going to pass out. What she would do to get Dorian to talk and look at her this way. “Don't say things like that.” 

He pulled her chair back, so that his hand could slide up to her neck. He tipped her chin up. “I’ve been hard for you since you ran away last night.” 

Cassia didn't know what came over her then. She leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned into the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper.

Cassia's body felt like it was on fire. He didn't let her go, and he pressed her up against him, and she liked that he could carry her so easily.

He tugged her dress open, running his hand against her exposed thigh. “We shouldn't be doing this.” she broke away, breathing heavily.

“You kissed me first. It's too late now.” he said. His fingers were already under her panties, running her wet pussy slowly. He circled her clit and she bit back a moan. God she didn't want him to stop.

“Don't think. Just enjoy this.” He dropped to his knees then, and pulled her dress up high. He threw her leg over his shoulder and went in.

His tongue played with her aroused clit and he sucked slowly, then went back to eating her out like a starving man.

Cassia felt like crying. “Oh…” she whimpered. He slid two fingers inside her, curving it so that it hit a sweet spot. He pumped fast and deeply while he continued eating her out.

The wine she'd drank had made it even dirtier, and somehow the fact that she wasn't supposed to be doing this turned her on even more.

“So damn tasty…” he mumbled into her wet vagina.

She buried her fingers in his hair as she came, shaking like a child's rotor toy. He pulled away and came back up to kiss her.

Cassia fixed her dress coming down from her high. She thought about Dorian and sighed. 

Shit. She'd really cheated now. 

“I have to go.” She said, taking her bag from the table. 

“You didn't even tell me your name.” He called after her, but she was already running away.