CASSANDRA’S POVI woke up with huge burning sensation in my body, my head hurts, my body is sore like someone have played rugby with my body. I groan feeling cold still wrapped like a cocoon in my blanket on my couch.“What the hell is happening to me?”, I whine getting up forcefully while ny body still wants to rest.“Oh my god!”, I gasp as I put my palm on my face rubbing my eyes.Am hot, I burning hot, I have a fever! I realize as my eyes burn more than before. “this cant be happening now!”, I exclaims as I pick myself up.I stroll tiredly in my kitchen to grab ibuprofen. I rummage through many cabinets and shove them groaning. “God! I have to get them from medical”, I hiss holding my head in my palms I let my feet tiredly take me into the washroom, I toss my jacket off into the laundry basket and strip all my clothes then stand under the shower. I let Luke warm water fall on my body and wash out the smell of alcohol and sweat from last night after brushing my teeth.I squeeze s
“Cassandra?”, Ivan asks confused making me roll my eyes.“finally something except a hum”, I snap walking towards her.“Oh shit! She is burning!”, I gasp as I hold her palm to raise her up Soon I let my hand examine her forehead letting out few profanes out of my mouth.“Ethan? What is happening there?”, Ivan asks tensed and worried.I Frown and tell “Cassandra... she is unconscious in the hallway infront of my apartment and she is burning with fever”.“Oh my god! send me your address, am coming”, he tells before cutting off the call leaving me dumbfounded. I soon send him the location of my apartment ass it might take twenty minutes or more if traffic fucks up in new york. Argh! Should I take her in my apartment? Or call ambulance? Why the hell she is even here? I question myself before my eyes fall on the keychain in her hand. There is a medium size key just as mine with apartment number and a small donut charm.“Oh shit! She is my neighbour!”, I cringe taking the key in my hands.
CASSANDRA’S POVI groan tiredly as I turn comfortably in bed. Wait bed? How am on the bed? Last thing I remember was me going out to get ibuprofen from the medical store and returning back to home.Still with my closed eyes I start to panic internally too afraid to open my eyes. “Fuck it!”, I hear someone yell slamming something. Precisely a male voice and the more long I think about it I know who it is. I jump up sitting on bed, wincing in body ache as I see a shocked face of one and only asshole, Ethan.“What the fuck are you doing in my home?”, I yell at him angrily glaring at him. “thank god you woke up”, he exclaims happily as he looks at me grinning.“there are medicines on the side table and there is chicken noodles soup placed on the kitchen counter”, he said getting up on his feet.“Wait? What? First of all tell me what the fuck you are doing here?”, I question him glaring standing up.“Oh I see you are able to stand now, last time I remember I have found you unconsious on th
As I walk out of the building in my facemask so no one could recognise me I book a cab and wait for it patiently for few minutes. After its arrival which felt like hours because of my fever which thought to pay me a visit, I feel week and tired if using both words can show how devastated I am. Moreover sudden news of my father’s heart attack isn’t getting digest in my stomach as if it has something to do with me.I sit silently in the cab watching the lights of new York city shining brightly as if they are some twinkling stars in the sky. If alien are real if they cross from earth at this time they would surely assume if them walking into the milky way galaxy. “Keep the change”, I tell handing some extra dollars to the driver who happily takes them giving me a huge smile.“Thank you”, he tells beaming happily as I nod my head acknowledging it.“My pleasure”, I tell as I hop inside the airport with my luggage dragging along me.I see few paparazzi rushing towards the entrance gates of
Jackson’s povI turn my phone off before throwing it on the couch in my room. This lights are dimmed a bit making the temperature of the room hot more than before. After having two drinks at club I didn’t feel like having more as I was horny and I dont want to have sex with some random slut in my too drunk state as I could forget to protect myself and cum inside her. Which will lead to bigger problems in my life.Being a rock star I am not allowed to date a woman and my dad being the famous business man and the fame came along with my passion of being a rock star its impossible for me to have many hook ups as I wish outside my home with paparazzi tailing me everywhere I go.So I have came up with a thing, fucking my stylist when I feel. She wanted more money for which she was ready to spread her legs for me, I honestly dont know why she needs more money when she earns good thousands of dollars just by styling me for my concerts and shows, which I never bothered to ask her any way as m
IVAN’S POVAfter informing her that am not a rich man her whole aura changed. She feels more comfortable around me and speaks kindly not like the little brat. I like both side of her though, her this side makes me to treasure her innocence but her bratty side turns me on and I just want to fuck the attitude out from her. Over all I understood that she is not like other girls who are suckers for money or name, fame? Yes she has her own she doesn’t crave to buy more as she dont reveals much about her father.But this still keeps me in why she hates rich men, specially her father. I have to dig deep as its matter of her personal life which is hidden in-between the walls of her home.“so you live in Sydney?”, she asks turning on her laptop and connecting them with her pods as he puts one in her ear. After having dinner our flight landed in the San Francisco international airport.“Yes, I do”, I tell her smiling which she returns with her own.“you do look like an Australian man”, she admi
JACKSON’S POV“well, today’s shoot went pretty well”, I tell Justin as he drop himself on the couch beside me with a sigh. “yes, am already tired, up for a drink?”, he asks as I shake my head as no. “Am leaving to check on my mother”, I tell sighing heavily. She might be crying her eyes out till now.“okay, I will be leaving after a drink or two at the same club”, he tells as I smile at him walking out towards the lift. As soon as I get in the back seat of my car, I inform my driver to take me to the city hospital. In twenty minuets I enter the building. The eyes of the every female receptionist to nurse are set on my as I take my large steps towards the room where my father is admitted. I Dont see my mother in the cafe nor hallway which means she is inside the room.I Hold the door knob but I hear something which made my legs freeze at their spot.“Do you think cassandra will come?”, my father asks in his normal heathy tone which makes me frown.“She will, she might haven taken off
“Its true, I just heard him and mother speaking about it”, I tell her rubbing my temples.“I cant believe, I thought he was really sick, I was fucking worried for him while he was baiting me to my death”, she speaks in disbelief.“god, how I wish now that he was really sick”, I tell her chuckling sarcastically.“by the way cassie, where are you?”, I ask her as she stays calm and I hear a heavy sigh leaving on the other line.“Am in the plane to Sydney”, she tells making my eyes go wide.“what the fuck, get off”, I tell her panicked internally.“I will, the flight....”, she was cut off by a female voice speaking “Madam please switch your phone off, the fight is taking off in few minutes”.“Cassie, no!”, I tell my head shaking as no though she couldn’t see.“cassie, you wont be able to escape when you get back to Sydney”, I tell tears almost trying to escape my eyes which am holding back forcefully.“CASSANDRA!”, I hear someone shout worried as the call cuts with a loud thud.“fuck!”, I