โMason?โ Cassandraโs voice cracked, freezing her in the doorway. Her stomach sank as her eyes landed on the scene, her boyfriend tangled in bed with her best friend.
The betrayal hit her like a punch to the chest. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and hot tears blurred her vision. She pressed a trembling hand to her heart, trying to steady the chaos inside her, but it only thumped louder, echoing in her ears. A strangled sob escaped her lips. Mason scrambled out of the bed, panic and guilt flashing across his face. โCass, I-" She shook her head violently, speechless, stumbling backward. Without looking again, she fled the room, her footsteps echoing through the hall. Arial remained seated in bed, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes cold. โLet her go, Mason,โ she said quietly, but every word carried a sharp edge. Mason spun toward her, voice rising. โLet her go? Sheโs your best friend! How can you just-" โShe trusted you,โ Arial interrupted, her voice low but fierce. โShe trusted us but well..., she shrugged her shoulder feeling unbotheredโ Masonโs fists clenched at his sides. โI didnโt mean for this to happen!โ โFor her to find out about us? โ Arial snapped. "That's not what I meant, but-" "But what?, She snared. Then she got out of bed picked her clothes and got dressed quickly. Arial exhaled sharply, then faced him, โI am the only one you love, got it?. When you are back to your senses come look for me" and then she left. --- Outside, Cassandra stood at the bus stop as she began to remember all that she saw earlier, soon her eyes began to tear up again uncontrollably. Just as if heaven smiled at her rain began to pour as people hurried past, umbrellas snapping open, buses roaring by but she didnโt move. It looked like she was the only one that didn't looked at the weather forecast today to prepare herself. It wasn't just the forecast, she didn't noticed the betrayal that went under her nose for a while. Stares didnโt matter. Embarrassment didnโt matter. The betrayal from the two people she had trusted most cut far deeper. The rain soaked her clothes, clinging to her skin, yet she remained rooted in place, detached from the chaos around her as she soon clutched down bracing herself from the wind or rather the heart ache that stab at her heart. One by one, the crowd thinned, leaving only her beneath the storm. Her phone vibrated in her bag. She wanted to retrieve it, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the slick pavement. Sharp pain shot through her knees as she pushed herself into cover before fumbling for the device. She sat on the chair and the screen lit up, five missed calls, one urgent text. Inez: Cass, where are you? Please pick up. Her fingers hovered over the screen. Vision blurred, tears mixing with rain. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus, refusing to crumble completely. She slipped the phone back into her bag and pushed herself to her feet. Water dripped down her face, mixing with her tears. Step by heavy step, she walked through the rain, aimless but determined. Each movement felt burdensome, yet one thought anchored her heart: She would endure. She would survive. She would stay strong.The car moved steadily through the quiet streets, the soft glow of streetlights spilling softly across the windows. Cassandra sat with her hands resting lightly in her lap, keeping her gaze forward while letting her thoughts drift back to the ballroom, the awards, the conversations, and the subtle tension that lingered from the evening.After a few minutes of smooth driving, Dimitriโs calm voice broke the quiet. โWhere should I take you?โCassandra glanced briefly at him before replying, her voice even. โThe apartment on Elm Street. Just past the park.โLouis kept his attention on the road, letting the space in the back seat remain private. Cassandra exhaled lightly after a moment, then offered a soft, โThank you.โโYouโre welcome,โ Dimitri replied, his tone controlled, steady, and unflinching.A few minutes passed in silence. Finally, Cassandra ventured, carefully choosing her words. โAndโฆ congratulations on your awards tonight.โDimitriโs dark eyes flicked toward her. โThank you. St
Cassandraโs gaze followed the movement quietly, noting the effortless power in the way he commanded the space without seeking it. Her pulse quickened, not from jealousy but from a mixture of intrigue and a memory she could not shake.She caught herself staring once too long, and for a heartbeat, their eyes met. Nothing dramatic, nothing forced, just a subtle connection. He returned to the women around him, but the slight lift of his brow hinted that he had noticed.Cassandra exhaled lightly and forced herself back into conversation with the rest of the staff, but the awareness lingered, a quiet hum beneath the music and laughter. She couldnโt deny it: the night had shifted the moment sheโd glimpsed him here, commanding the room and her attention all at once.Louis, seated just beside Dimitri, leaned in with a knowing smirk. โLooks like sheโs watching,โ he murmured.Dimitriโs expression remained calm, controlled, and utterly indifferent, but the smallest twitch at the corner of his mou
A shadow shifted nearby, and strong hands caught her gently at the elbows, grounding her.โCareful,โ a low, measured voice murmured.Her gaze lifted, and there he was. Dimitri Jenkins, standing close, his presence commanding yet effortless. The faint scent of him brushed past her as his dark eyes met hers, calm and unreadable, holding a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken.The contact lingered just a heartbeat longer than necessary. In that instant, memories flared, the heat of that night, the weight of his body, the rasp of his voice whispering her name. Her chest tightened, a mixture of recognition, fear, and something she could hardly name.Dimitriโs face remained composed, indifferent, yet the directness of his stare hinted that he remembered. He knew.Cassandra drew a slow, steadying breath. โThank you,โ she murmured, her voice barely above the hum of the night.For a moment, neither moved. The quiet city and distant music surrounded them, but the tension between them was
As the applause faded, the guests didnโt simply disperse. Clusters formed around both Sterling Heights and Jenkins Enterprises, each group buzzing with admiration, curiosity, and a touch of strategic interest.A senior executive from a prominent firm approached Cassandra with a warm smile. โTwo awards tonight, thatโs impressive. Sterling Heights is really making waves,โ he said, offering a polite handshake. โIโd love to discuss potential collaboration in the coming months.โCassandra nodded graciously, her mind already cataloging possibilities. โThank you, Iโd be happy to schedule a meeting,โ she replied, her voice steady and professional, even as a flicker of excitement danced through her chest.Nearby, Dimitriโs table was a small whirlwind of attention. Influential figures leaned in, offering congratulations, sharing subtle pitches, and seeking even the slightest acknowledgment from him. โFive awards,โ one guest whispered to another, โand you saw how composed he was? Thatโs power in
Cassandra did not allow herself to falter. If anything, that unseen tether only strengthened her resolve. By the time she brought her speech to a close, ending with a poised, โThank you,โ she received a fresh wave of applause, polite but laced with genuine acknowledgment. She stepped down from the stage with her head high, the applause fading into the hum of conversation once again. But as she returned to her seat, she could not ignore the undeniable awareness that Dimitri Jenkins had been watching and that his silence, somehow, spoke louder than the claps of the entire room. At Dimitriโs table, Louis leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a faint smirk. โImpressive,โ he murmured low enough for only Dimitri to hear. โShe held that room without breaking a sweat. Sterling Heights chose wisely putting her up there.โ His tone carried no mockery, only quiet acknowledgment of what they had both witnessed. Then, with a side glance at Dimitri, he added, โAnd judging by the stares she
As the first round of formalities concluded, the ballroom eased back into its vibrant current. Guests moved gracefully between tables, pausing to exchange pleasantries and measure one anotherโs standing. Waiters glided about with trays of champagne and cocktails, their movements practiced and silent against the polished marble floor. At Cassandraโs table, Hayden Foreman was in his element. His charm drew a steady stream of colleagues and acquaintances, some eager to catch up after his recent travels, others angling for the credibility of being seen beside him. Cassandra remained attentive at his side, contributing when spoken to, but more often she observed. She noticed the way Hayden could balance warmth with authority, his reputation commanding respect without effort. The company staff, seated nearby, exchanged quiet glances of pride at being so well-represented tonight. On the opposite end of the hall, Dimitri Jenkins was no less the center of gravity. Though he hadnโt moved from