I have my princess lying next to me with very questioning eyes. Yes, she wants to know why the war is not over. Well, there is a question that I need to ask her first. The question here is, who is the one that shall get the most upset? An even bigger question is, will this cause a ripple effect in our relationship? I will not be able to survive if she has to leave me again, especially after everything that we have gone through. The fact is, I cannot just let this slip by as it is, it will, like all things do, come back to haunt you one day.
So, as I stare into those big brown eyes while she is twirling those beautiful locks of blonde hair between her fingers, she looks so innocent, and yet I know that below she can be a raging fire. I need to tread this one very slow.
“Princess.”
“Yes, Christian?”
I only but look at her in shock and cock my head but a slight bit, “What happened to baby?”
She only but chuckles at
I have never been able to control my temper; it is just one of those things that Christian Caine cannot do. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off at the woman that I love. Yet, I am not only pissed off at her but at her fucking father that did not think about anything but himself. So the great Foster Caine and Joseph Cummings are gone; who is left to clean up this mess? Well, it all falls down on me. As I have said, I cannot just go and kill a man because he is the one that is supposed to marry my woman. But, I am not going to sit back and wait for Roman Sloane to come and collect. I will, and at this very moment, I am on my way to try and convince the very man to stay away from my future wife. Am I being reckless? Yes, of course, there is no reasoning with me when I find myself when I am boiling over from anger. I know that it would have been a fairly good idea to have brought Mason with me, but I was too one-tracked-minded to make a sensible decision. And right
They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of four Rugers. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Sloane underestimates my determination. I have come too far and too long to have Cassandra by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. I do not care much if it was an arranged marriage; the way that I see it, the ones that made the arrangement are no longer here. Now, if Roman Sloane does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again. “You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will not get Cassandra.” Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight trem
"Breathe... Breathe Cassandra... Breathe...You can do this."She says after giving herself a once over in the tall mirror hanging on the far sidewall. White chiffon and cotton lace cover her slim toned body in just all the right places; a pair of red stilettos is the perfect contrast to finish her ever so seductive image off. She is dressed to impress; even though she does this every night, she is still nervous.After straightening her white lace bra for what is the fifth time now, she makes her way outside the dressing room. She gives Kyle her best smile and pouts her red lips at him. She winks to let him know that she is ready. Kyle nods his head and smiles back at her, the same cheeky smile he gives her every night at this very exact hour.Without further hesitation, he finally speaks. "Gentleman, give it up for Cassie."She closes her eyes and takes one final deep breath...then...She steps through the red curtains and onto the stage. There is a loud c
Her eyes pierce right through my soul as a mischievous smile rises at the corners of her lips. What I failed to notice all this time while wrapped in the passionate kiss is that her own arms were firmly surrounding my hips.She hesitates if she should, but she finally pushes away. "You are a bad boy, aren't you?""Only as bad as you would want me to be." I pull her closer to me again."Now what is it that you would like to ask me?""Will you come sit by me?" I ask as I try to pin her into the glass again."Sure, of course," she says trying to move away from me."No, not because you get paid to," I explain. "But because you want to."She slips away from underneath my arms and steps out of the shower. She slowly starts walking away, but she stops to turn her head over her shoulder. "Get dry, and maybe I will see you later," she says as she throws a towel over to me.She starts to head off the stage towards the red curtains. I wat
…Cassandra POV…Wait! What! Where does he think he is going? I just met him, and he is already leaving. What about our moment, this evening that we are supposed to spend together? If I let him walk out that door, he will forget who I am.I spin around in my chair and stop to call him back, "Wait! "Are you leaving already?""I am afraid that I have to, my dear Cassandra," clear disappointment is visible in his deep brown eyes."But…but will I see you again?"There is a glimmer of something in his eyes, but what is clearer is the handsomely wicked smile that appears on his face. He starts leaning closer to me, so close that I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. The sensation is so intense that I nearly almost forget to breathe."Do you want to see me again?""Ye…yes.""Because you have to or because you want to?" he asks."I want to," I answer without even hesitating.He presses his lip
By now the hurt must be raging through her body like a wildfire. I am sure feeling it, regret, not regret in the true sense of the word, more like wishing that I did not guarantee her when I should know how unpredictable my life is. Last night was absolute torture, and dragging myself through this never-ending day brings me even more pain. In all my life, truly have I never once desired one as I do her. She took a piece of me the moment I kissed her, and she has that piece still.As we are now making our way back, I cannot help to start feeling the excitement I did only a day ago. I do hope that she would not be that mad, that if I explained that she would understand. I think by the time we get home, her shift would have already started.And I do not want to wait any longer than I should to get to her, but it is only fair to check with the boys first. "You boys okay if we go straight to the club?""Man, that is a stupid question," Micah is the first one to jump
...Cassandra POV...Why would Christian Caine not want to see me naked? Is there something about me that he does not find attractive? Does he find my breasts to be too small or perhaps even too big? Or maybe he finds that I am too skinny? I do not know why, but I feel insulted."Why, Christian?""Why what?""Why do you want me to stop?""Because my interest is in you and not your body Cassandra.""Okay…then what now? What do we do for another five minutes?""Put your clothes on and come sit next to me."Without even hesitating, I do as he says. Does Christian Caine like me for who I am and not what I look like? Or is this just all part of his game? Whichever one it is, right now, this is definitely a game I want to be played in.I watch him as he watches me slip on my dress, he is admiring my body, but do I turn him on? I know I am doing something, for he is moving a slight bit uncomfortable in his chair.
I am awaken this morning with a pounding headache. Not only do I have a damn raging hardon, but it feels like I am being pulled by the hair in every direction. That is what too much whiskey will kind of do to you. I found myself crawling into bed at some ungodly hour early this morning, only after consuming the better part of the bottle. After Cassandra left me hanging like that, I lost all desire to control myself.And now I have my dad banging on my bedroom door just to annoy me further. God knows what his problem is so early in the morning, but I do have a fairly good idea."Christian, I want you downstairs in five minutes." I hear him hollering through the door."Make it fifteen," I try to sit up, but my pounding head makes me fall back down. "I want to have a shower.""Make it twenty," he says but not until he gets out what I am sure he has been trying to hold in with no luck. "You have been in that damn strip club all night again.""Sure, fat