Chapter 24 The Fact Part 2 (Adult Content 21+)

Christopher's POV

Cassandra's tears were enough to answer the question I asked her.

Obviously, she couldn't answer it. She covered her face and cried under me while the only thing I could do was freeze without knowing what to do now.

This was my first time sleeping with a virgin. I had never done it before because I prefer experienced women to spend hot nights with me. Unfortunately, I misrecognized Cassandra when I should have been able to read her from the first time we kissed.

However, now I couldn't turn back the clock.

I was Cassandra's first man, and I couldn't change that. I had her first experience when she was drunk, and it was crazy. I'm sorry that she might forget this incident like she did before.

Oh, I won't let her forget it then.

“Open your eyes, Cassandra.” I kissed her eyelids once more.

She obeyed like a puppy. Once her eyes opened, the first thing I did was to make sure she was looking at me properly.

“Promise me you won't forget any of this,” I said as I looked down and kissed her on the lips.

I unhooked her bra and left her breasts free from the damn thing.

I swear that there are many women who have bigger breasts than Cassandra, but my hands trembled as I touched her nipple. She hadn't made any changes to her body, so her breasts were still very natural.

When I squeezed them gently, Cassandra would moan, and I could feel her center begin to relax. When I realized that, I immediately took the opportunity to withdraw slowly and then pushed in once again.

“Ahh,” Cassandra broke our kiss as she could not hold back her moans.

I let her enjoy it all while my lips started moving to the tops of her hardened breasts. When my tongue touched them, I again heard Cassandra moan loudly.

All this was only driving me crazier.

I like to thrust hard, but this time I held back with everything I could.

It's her first time, and I need to show her some mercy.

“Oh! I... I can't help it!” Cassandra opened her eyes and tried to push off my waist.

I knew what was happening. However, Cassandra didn't know anything about herself.

“Then don't hold it in,” I said as I put her hands together and brought them above her head.

Cassandra looked at me anxiously, and she was still holding herself up.

“I think I'm going to pee here,”

“No, it's not,” I shook my head while my hips moved faster—just a little faster. “Damn, you're so tight, Cassandra,” I growled, and it felt incredible.

Cassandra couldn't hold herself back anymore. She released her first orgasm, and her body shook with it. Her face was flushed while her eyes were closed. Her blonde hair was spread across my white sheets, and I swear it was a beautiful sight.

I was probably going crazy by now.

After making sure Cassandra got her release, I started to be able to move faster than the first time. Cassandra was able to enjoy my rhythm, and I made sure that she wasn't in pain anymore.

Her pussy was gripping me tightly, and it was a truly amazing sensation. Her breasts were in front of my face, and I couldn't resist cupping them and twisting her nipples with my tongue.

Almost 10 minutes after Cassandra had her first orgasm, she was again bouncing under me, and I knew that she was about to have a second orgasm.

This time, I almost had one too.

“Shit, Cassandra. Hold on a minute!” I commanded.

“Oh, I don't... I can't!” She opened her eyes frantically.

Damn. Her green eyes make me burn even more with a passion that feels crazy.

Just when I pushed hard and got the deepest position she could give me, I growled and let myself release right there along with her.

She moaned loudly while I tried to hold back my growl as the orgasm hit me hard.

As warmth began to flow out of her vaginal opening, the realization came to me like a firework exploding.

Shit, I didn't use a condom.

And the fact that I'm fucking a virgin makes me realize that this woman... must not be using any contraception.

***

"Couldn’t you wait until at least tomorrow morning to call me, Dexon?" I walked toward the balcony of my room, sliding the glass door open slowly so as not to disturb the woman sleeping on my bed.

Once again, I glanced at her, and all I saw was the silhouette of her bare body illuminated by the dim light from my bedside lamp. Her back—I noticed the scar running down her back from top to bottom, along with other scars scattered across her body. Her pale skin made the marks even more visible, even from a distance, though I had turned off the main lights in the room.

"I told you I had important information, Chris. You’d only get angrier if I delayed telling you," Dexon said on the other end of the call.

"Shit," I muttered, lighting a cigarette I found on the balcony table.

"Besides, it’s not that late. You’re not the type to sleep at 11 p.m., are you?"

I didn’t care whether I slept or not. It seemed like I’d be awake all night tonight.

"It’s about your wife," he added.

I found it even harder to look away from her.

"What about her?" I gripped my phone tightly.

"Franco found me at the club and asked about Cassandra because he lost sight of her. I told him I didn’t know her, and he also asked about you."

"What did you say?"

"Of course, I told him I wasn’t with you."

"Good, then. So, where’s the important information?"

"I haven’t gotten to that part yet. I just mentioned this in case your cousin contacts you." Dexon paused briefly before taking a deep breath. "You’re with her, aren’t you?"

"Who?"

"Who else are we talking about?" he retorted. "Even if you are with her, that’s your business, and I’m not meddling. But do you remember asking me to investigate her scars a month ago?"

I remembered it very well. I had asked Dexon to look into it right after noticing the scars on Cassandra’s back—the very scars I was staring at now.

"It took me weeks to find anything, but I think it was worth the effort for what I discovered."

"You’re always so damn long-winded," I snapped impatiently.

"The name Cassandra Ainsley Floyd didn’t show up in any records, and it took me a long time to piece everything together, Chris," he explained, taking another deep breath. "It turns out there’s no toxic relationship, as you suspected. She wasn’t dating Franco or any other man. Most of her time was spent working part-time jobs and participating in internship programs at small companies before joining ALX."

"I already knew she wasn’t dating anyone," I said, gripping the balcony railing as I leaned against it.

"I don’t know how you knew, but that’s the reality. She’s never dated anyone. Maybe she’s sick of all men, considering her father is a bastard."

"Then what happened?"

"Your suspicion about her scars was correct. I found this out after looking into her hospital records. She was treated at a hospital for those injuries, but I couldn’t find anything else. The doctor who handled her case has passed away, and I couldn’t get further information because the hospital refused. Fifteen years ago, there were no online medical records, so I couldn’t hack into them."

I listened carefully to his explanation, though I swore my heart was pounding hard.

"She got those scars from being abducted. I found a photo they took for a child trafficking website. I also got the name of her school and traced more information from there. I went to her school, and they provided Cassandra’s full records. They also remembered the incident of her abduction when she disappeared from school for two months. According to their account, Cassandra was kidnapped for three weeks or more."

I could feel my heart pounding loudly now.

This was not the kind of revelation I wanted to hear, even though I had to admit that there had always been something in her green eyes that made her impossible to ignore. Now, I finally had the answer.

"There’s only one person who could provide a more detailed explanation: her mother. However, I decided not to include her in my investigation because she has a history of illness, and her health has been declining lately."

"Can you confirm this information?"

"I can send you everything I found right now," Dexon replied. "We should’ve discussed this in person, but I tried meeting you this morning at your office, and you weren’t there. Then you vanished while I was still at the club."

“Send it to me right now, Dexon.”

After saying that, I hung up, and it wasn't long before my cell phone vibrated. Dexon sent me all the documents he had found. There was even a childhood photo of Cassandra in there, and I still remember everything very clearly.

It all hit me hard, and I... could hardly believe it.

Cassandra... was the same woman as the little green-eyed girl I met at the kidnapping house?

How could this be?

How could someone I've been searching for my whole life be right in front of my face and come out of nowhere like a surprise when I always think that she is dead?

I've been looking for her my whole life, and I couldn’t find anything. I always looked for her because she was the most important part of my memory during that horrible kidnapping—the event that turned me into a man without mercy.

I dropped my cell phone and shook my hands.

After waiting for a long time on the balcony of my room, I ventured to walk into the room and watched Cassandra's back closely.

I knew I hadn't made a mistake in remembering this wound when I first saw it. I was just... trying to deny the facts.

However, now everything was clear before my eyes, and I couldn't deny anything.

I crawled onto my bed, and everything happened without my being able to control it.

I kissed Cassandra and woke her up from her sleep. I knew she was tired and dizzy from the alcohol, but that didn't stop me at all.

At first, I just wanted to kiss her.

However, Cassandra kissed me back, and things changed quickly.

It seemed like she was still under the influence. This was a bit in my favor because I didn't know what to do if I got this fact when I wasn't with her.

“Call my name, Cassandra. Or I won't let you have it.” I said as I broke our kiss. Cassandra looked at me with confusion. She had lost control, so she lifted her hips and teased me there.

It hadn't occurred to me before, but when Cassandra did it, I couldn't help myself.

My hands, which had been on her back, now moved further down to her waistline—all the way down when I felt Cassandra's legs spread wide open for me. And she's still naked since I left her a few minutes ago, so there's nothing blocking my hands there.

“Mr. Alexavier,” she murmured very clearly.

“No, call my first name, please.” I kept my hand in front of her pussy—stroking it gently and giving her torment because I wasn't giving her what she wanted.

She was indeed a virgin before. However, I managed to provoke her deepest lust when she was losing control.

“Christopher,”

“Chris. It's just Chris.” I corrected. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Chris.”