Later that evening, a knock came at the door and Apollo answered it. Lucia stood there with a folded dress on her arm. Apollo glared at her, and she stared back at him. "What do you want? he asked. "Master has requested her presence."Cassandra who was trying to catch some sleep jumped up from the bed when she heard Lucia's voice. "Lucia!" she called. Lucia ran past Apollo who was still standing there confused and ran into Cassandra's open arms. "Oh, my God, I have been looking out for you," Lucia said. They hugged each other for a while before they pulled away. Apollo ignored them and went to the window, looking at the people that were playing games. Cassandra dragged Lucia to the bed. "We have a lot to talk about." "Yes, because I am curious about why master Eros is sending you this dress and requesting the chief to make you up. It looks like you both have a date tonight," Lucia said, shoving the dress to Cassandra. Cassandra looked at Apollo, he seemed uninteres
Cassandra agreed to do what Apollo said but loving a man like Eros was going to be a difficult thing to do. She couldn't bring herself to love him or even pretend to love him, but whatever she has to do for their escape. What she didn't bargain for was his charms and the way he was easily claiming her, even though she refused to reconcile with the feeling that he was slowly crawling into her soul. When he grabbed her hand in his living room, she felt a grab on her heart, not what she had bargained for. He said he was not going to take what she was not prepared to give. What was she prepared to give? Not her body certainly nor her heart. But why does her heart spark whenever he touched her? She was surprised at his attitude towards her since morning. He was no longer that grumpy, arrogant, heartless man she knew, but seeing him opening doors for her and being all gentle seemed strangely creepy to her. Whatever he does will not make her forgive him. He killed her father. She kept
Eros watched the drunk woman in front of him. It was so obvious that she was drunk, yet she stubbornly refused to admit it. He sighed. Women will always be women. The clients left after discussing plans for their arrival in Miami. He didn't understand the essence of convincing people about true love to make them use a service, but since it was fetching a lot of money, he was all in, even though he wasn't a man of love. He watched Cassandra grab the bottle of wine again. She was hellbent on proving that she was level-headed and for some strange reason, he found her so cute and didn't know about the smile plastered on his face until she asked him about it.She scowled and belched and pointed at his face. "Why in god's name do you have that smile on your face?" Her voice was a little high and drew attention to them.Eros looked around and found some heads turning quickly away from them. Instead of getting irritated with her like he always did with women, he found it amusing and chuckled.
Somewhere on the way, Cassandra had stirred in her unconsciousness, and it had pacified Eros. He has never been this out of his mind seeing someone hurt before. When they got to the mansion, he got out of the car, took Cassandra out of the car with Leo's help, and carried her bridal style toward the house. He kept looking at the perfection that was her face as he approached the front door. The cut on her forehead didn't mar the beauty and it drew him in more. The pronounced lines of her eyebrows, her lush eyelashes, her straight, small nose, the beautiful contour of her cheekbones, and her slightly parted lips, she was all shades of beauty and mystery to him. Bully and Apollo came running out to get Cassandra from him, but he restricted them, shoving Cassandra away from their outstretched arms. "What happened to her?" the guy Apollo asked concerned. Eros ignored him, but something shifted in him, something was not sitting right with the concern in the guy's voi
When Cassandra opened her eyes, she had that two-to-three-second grace period before she remembered who she was, and her body announced its condition. She was having a blinding headache, followed by a wave of nausea and the quivering of her fingers. She didn't recognize the room she was in and tried to get up but the pain in her temples was so intense that she saw stars. She slowly eased out of the bed sideways, holding her head and almost fainted when she saw a man standing by the mirror, donning a suit jacket. She knew the man so well to recognize him even with his back towards her. Eros Castillo! What the hell was he doing here? No, the real question should be; where was she? She looked down at herself, her dress was still intact. As if on cue, he spun and met her eyes, making her heart spike by a hundred degrees, a cocky grin lit up his face. "Estas despierto, tesoro," (You are awake, treasure) he said. "Where am I and what am I d
Lucia dragged Carlos up the stairs as quickly as possible. He followed her sheepishly like a sheep being led to the slaughter. It's been a while since they did their little rumble. Since Dimitra woke up, Carlos has not been steady. When they got to the restroom, Carlos started to pull at her blouse but she slapped his hand off and folded her arms across her chest. With his face creased into a frown, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Is everything alright?" "No, everything is not alright. You said you will buy my freedom, but you haven't done anything about it since." Carlos had promised to buy her freedom. He had said he would pay Eros to own her, he didn't like that he had to come over to Eros' to have sex with her. He was beginning to like her and he wanted her to be his, but he just haven't found the time to speak to Eros about it. He sighed and held her shoulders with both hands, turning her to face him. The pout on her lips made her look cute. "I w
Cassandra was busy pondering over what Bully said about Eros investigating Apollo. She needed to meet Apollo and let him in on the latest. Was this not why he kept her here? To get as much information as she could. She was also trying her best to look unperturbed in Bully's presence. For all she knows, they might know something was going on between her and Apollo. She had long lost her appetite for the food in front of her, but she kept picking on it to erase every suspicion. Bully has been trying to pick up interesting topics, but the conversation dies down a few seconds after it has started because her mind was occupied with something else. Sudden footsteps ran down the stairs towards the kitchen. She was curious to know who wore heels in the mansion or was she not the only woman there? Her question was answered when Dimitra came rushing into the kitchen with her face red with anger, made for the cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of wine, totally ignoring them. They watche
Apollo was seated on a chair, his head dipped on the headrest, his eyes closed, and a woman between his thighs. His eyes flared open when he heard the noise from the door and the blood drained out of his face when he saw Cassandra standing there. The girl that was giving him a blow job turned and scowled at Cassandra, but Apollo pushed her off and stood. Cassandra felt like her legs were glued to the ground. She fought to look as neutral as possible just to hide that they had anything going on. "I'm... I'm sorry... I came to... I will just come back later." She spun to leave but Apollo caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "Cassandra, wait." Cassandra looked at the girl who was staring at them in confusion and disgust, her arms folded across her chest. Apollo turned to the girl. "Leave now." "What?" "Leave!" Apollo yelled. "Are you fucking the same woman with Eros?" the girl scoffed. "This is not what it looks like. I...I came he