I know what you did

CASSANDRA

It's been three days since that night and all through those times, it's been quiet. I resumed my duties to Vincent the very next day, pretending not to have noticed the security guards he kept posted close to my house to keep me safe. If I did not know better, I would say that he was in love with me... maybe he was true. I, on the other hand, could not care less. I was not ready for him, for all of it. That was part of the reason why I suggested the "no intimacy" rule. If he ever brought it up, I would reject him. I have had enough drama with a rich man to last for a lifetime. Or so I thought.

"Any weird texts from Ken?" Lila asked over the phone. We were texting as I walked down to get a cab. I did not know how I overslept and I was almost late for work. But I could always make time for her.

"None at the moment. He has been quiet since the attempt to kidnap me." I texted.

"Do you think he did it?" 

"I do not know what I think. He's the one who has been sending weird texts to me and suddenly that happens? What does that tell you?"

"There is a pretty big chance someone else has some sort of vendetta on you. Is there anyone you can think of?"

The question took my mind to some years ago and I shivered. There was someone who could fit the alibi, but he was dead. I killed him and Ken helped bury him. It was our dirty secret, and the dead doesn't fight the living.

"No, no one at the moment."

"Why don't you ask Vincent for help? He is rich, he has connections. He can keep you safe." 

My cheeks heated up when I read the text.

"I am not some princess in distress. I will be fine. Besides, I do not want to start asking for favors from him. It will not end well. I know what he will ask for and I am not some whore."

"He bought you that dress, gave you the job, and saved you already. He has done so much for someone he hasn't even known for a week. What does that tell you? He likes you."

"Well, I don't like him." And that was a big lie. "Look, I gotta go now. Late for work." I texted and kept my phone in my pocket. 

It was taking a while and I did not seem to be getting any taxi soon. I needed to buy a car. That was the first on my wish list. But then, I saw a black Highlander approaching. The car slowly parked before me and the door opened. I looked at the driver and saw people I guessed were Vincent's men. So I walked towards the door and looked in. Vincent was at the back and as I got in, the car zoomed off. We did not speak much on the way. I caught him sending glances my way on several occasions but we did not speak. But then he decided to break the silence

"Have you been well?" He asked. I looked at him.

"We just spent some hours apart not a decade," I said to him. He sighed in frustration.

"What do you want me to do? You are not speaking to me and when I try to initiate a conversation, you get angry. You are mean, do you know that?" He asked me

"Well, welcome to my world," I said and he sighed again. Then he took his iPad and began to scroll through some things.

"I have an urgent meeting to attend today. You will be accompanying me there but we will be making a quick stop at the office first." He said to me and I nodded. Could I even refuse?. he was my boss, was he not?

It did not take long before we got to the office. He left the car and went upstairs. I had no idea what he was going to get but when he began to take so long, I left the car and had to go check up on him. But then, I saw someone else also walking towards the door. It was Monica.

She frowned when she saw me, anger and displeasure written all over her Face. She still wore her superiority complex like a hat and as she slowly approached me, I stood my ground. It would take more than that to intimidate me. She came very close now, her perfume filling the space around her. 

"So, you are the one he chose over me. How are you enjoying your new job so far?" She asked but I did not reply. I just kept looking at her and then she smiled.

"Are you dumb or something? Do you not know you are supposed to reply?" She asked and I scoffed.

"What the hell do you want Monica? You're angry. I get it. But I am not in a good mood today so please, just leave this place and go back to where ever you came from." I said to her and she laughed.

"Aww. You're cute. But I am here to meet up with your boss. You have no idea what he is doing in his office right now, do you?" She asked me. I was confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her and she gasped.

"Oh my! Seems the personal assistant isn't getting all personal with her boss. I was actually on my way to join the party. Did you not get an invite as well? That must be sad."

She said and I tried to wrap my head around it. Wait a minute, was my boss hosting some threesome or foursome while he made me wait in the car? I gasped. I did not know why I got Angry. It's his life and he has to live it the way he saw fit but still, I was so angry. He could not even tell me? I am his assistant. I am supposed to know those things. Monica seemed to have won, but when she wanted to go inside, I stopped her.

"Your presence is no longer required here. Leave this place at once." I said to her and she laughed.

"Wow. Someone's jealous. But it's okay. I was just about to leave by the way. Ah yes, here they come." She said and I turned around. I saw Vincent walking out with two other girls from the interview and when he saw me with Monica, he was shocked. I did not know why I was hurt, but I had no right to be. It was his life. He could live it the way he saw fit.

Monica giggled and left the scene. I just returned to the car and in a few seconds, Vincent joined me. Along the way, none of us spoke about what had happened. There was nothing to speak of actually. He was my boss and I was simply an assistant. And I was stupid enough to think he had something for me..it was all just a ploy to sleep with me. I felt stupid. How could I be so stupid? But then I felt glad that I had not allowed myself to go in deep.

Never date a bad boy. My mantra had proven to be correct

But then I received a text.

"I know what you did." Was the first text that came. It was a strange number. I did not understand what was happening. But then my phone chimed again and I nearly had a heart attack from what I saw. It was a picture of the guy I had killed in the past, the one Ken had helped me cover up. Then another text followed.

"Twenty million dollars, cash. Fair square tomorrow night. Or the information I have goes to RCPD. Your choice!"

What was happening? Why was my life collapsing? Who's texting me and where the hell would I get such money? I had a gut feeling that it was not Ken. He was also an implidhole in drama and a person in his kind of working worker than to go to the police department. First a kidnap attempt and now this? Someone had it out for me. But I was running out of time. There was no way I could get that money. It wasn't possible, unless...

I looked at Vincent.

No, I could not ask for such an amount of money. I could not even bring myself down to asking for his help. He just had a threesome while he made me wait in the car! That was a total red flag. But I was lost in thought. I did not know what to do or who to meet. Someone was playing a game with me and as much as I wanted to know who it was, I did not want my crime to go public. I would spend a lifetime in jail for murder. 

I became absent-minded all through the so-called meeting that Vincent had made me attend. I could not hear what they were saying. Then it began to feel like the room was spinning. I was losing energy. I could no longer feel my legs and just before I knew it, I lost consciousness.

***

My eyes opened slowly as I heard the monitor beeping. Looking around, I realized that I was in a hospital. What happened to me? My head rolled slowly to the side and I saw Vincent sitting beside me. He quickly jumped towards me as I looked at him. Did he bring me there? I saw the genuine worry on his face. He looked like he had been terrified. Then he ran his hand down my cheeks and settled his thumb on my lips. My lips parted when he did and I felt my body heat up.

"Do not ever do that to me again." He said to me. I just kept looking at him, trying to decipher why he had been so shaken. I no longer believed he liked me. He didn't right? But I was still lost in thought when he suddenly pulled in and placed a kiss on my lips. My body froze, my head began to twist, and in the next moment of weakness, I suddenly kissed him back. 

Oh no, what have I done?