MasukKASSY
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The secretary made us wait in a small sitting room after she called the director.
I sat there, my leg bouncing like it had a mind of its own. Jenny sat next to me, way too calm, as if we weren’t about to walk into the most awkward conversation of my entire life.
Finally, the secretary returned. “The director will see you now,” she said with a polite smile. Then she turned, leading us down a narrow corridor,
My palms grew sweaty. My heart was already racing, but when she stopped in front of a sleek wooden door and pointed at it, it felt like my chest might actually burst.
Jenny and I looked at each other. Her eyes said relax, but mine said no way.
She knocked before I could protest. A low voice from inside said, “Come in.”
Jenny stepped in first, her head held high, confident as always. I followed, though my legs felt weak, like I might crumble right there in the doorway.
The first thing I noticed was the man standing,no, sitting behind a desk. He smiled warmly, welcoming us. His presence was steady, professional. I guessed this was the director, Mr. Titans.
I should’ve kept my eyes there, safe and steady. But no, of course not.
Because then my gaze slid sideways—and landed on him.
The man on the sofa.
He wasn’t paying attention at first, his focus buried in the phone in his hand. But the second he looked up, the world around me froze.
I forgot how to breathe.
That had to be…no, is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life.
My brain actually blanked.
His face… it looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves, sculpted with precision and care. His jawline could slice wood in half. And his eyes……oh God, his eyes.
They weren’t just eyes. They were something else entirely. Piercing. Deep. Like if I stared too long, I would be stripped bare and exposed in every way, the intensity was enough to pin in place.
I was helpless.
My eyes had a mind of its own…
It slid lower, traitorous, betraying me. Down the slope of his neck, across his broad shoulders, to the way his chest stretched the fabric of his shirt. That shirt didn’t hide much. I could almost feel the hard muscle underneath, as if my fingers were already tracing it.
Stop looking, Kassy. Stop.
But I couldn’t.
He tilted his head slightly, like he had caught me in the act. Then, oh God, he smirked.
He was smirking.
At me.
Heat rushed to my face so fast I thought I might combust on the spot. I blinked hard and tore my gaze away, forcing my eyes anywhere else, at the carpet, at the wall, at Jenny, who was giving me a confused look.
Even Mr. Titans, the director, was watching me with faint amusement, like he knew exactly what was going through my head.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Just bury me alive now, please.
“Please, have a seat,” the director said, his voice calm and professional.
Jenny cleared her throat, saving me from my own spiraling thoughts. “I’m Jenny, and this is my friend Kassy.”
“Welcome,” Mr. Titans said warmly.
We both sank into the chairs opposite his desk. My knees felt shaky, my palms still sweaty.
“How can we help you today?”
“We?” My eyes darted quickly toward the sofa again. Was he part of this too? My heart was still hammering, and it only pounded harder at the thought.
Jenny leaned forward, her tone blunt, unbothered by my silent horror. “My friend here needs lessons. On sex, foreplay, literally everything from scratch. She’s a virgin.”
My soul left my body.
Heat spread all over my body. I wanted to sink straight into the floor, dig a hole, and never come out again. A virgin? She had to say that part?
I shot Jenny a quick glare, begging her silently to shut up.
Against my will, my eyes flickered to the man on the sofa. He was still looking at his phone, or pretending to. A small wave of relief washed over me. Maybe he hadn’t been listening.
But then I saw it. The smirk. That wicked smirk tugging at his lips, as if he had heard every single word.
And then, he looked up. His eyes caught mine instantly, like magnets snapping together.
I forgot the world again.
The intensity of that stare, the teasing curve of his mouth. It felt like my heart had jumped into my throat. My chest was tight, every nerve in my body alive.
I jerked upright too suddenly, my knee slamming into the edge of the table when my brain finally got the info that he had caught us staring again.
“Kassy?” Jenny’s voice broke through, sharp with concern.
“Are you okay?” the director asked.
Mortified, I nodded quickly. “I’m fine,” I blurted out, even though my knee throbbed painfully. My face burned hotter.
Go ahead, embarrass yourself more, Kassy. Just keep piling it on.
Why couldn’t I get it together? Why was my body reacting this way to a stranger? Why did one look from him feel like he was stripping me bare.
I wasn’t even hearing what Mr. Titans was saying anymore. His voice was a distant hum, words blending into nothing. Because all I could feel was the weight of those eyes on me. Burning through me.
Don’t look back. Don’t look back.
I begged my brain to listen. To focus.
Why was this stranger doing this to me? Why did I feel like I was standing on the edge of something that will destroy me.
“Go through this, select the program you want, sign it, make the payment, and your schedules will be sent to you,” Mr. Titans said finally, sliding a file toward me.
I forced myself to smile as I accepted it. My hand trembled just slightly, but I prayed no one noticed.
“Thank you for coming,” he added with a nod.
I nodded back quickly and stood. Too quickly. The chair nearly toppled, and my own balance wavered. For one horrifying second, I thought I was going to face-plant right there on the carpet.
By some miracle, I didn’t. But the humiliation was already at its peak.
I bolted, Out of the door, out of the room, out of my own sanity.
If I could I will run out of the city and never return.
Kassy“Where are you going?” Derrick asked, and he had the audacity to look confused.I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“Back to my husband,” I snapped. “You know, because I’m married.” My voice shook, anger and panic mixing together. “What do you even mean you want us to be together? You want me to go and divorce him? This is insane. I’m insane for even being here with you, and you’re insane for saying that to me.”The words came out sharp and bitter but I didn’t take them back.I sighed, running my hand through my hair.We were still in the car. Still in the mess we had created just minutes ago. My body was tired, my heart even more exhausted.“You’re insane,” I said again, my voice quieter this time as I reached for my clothes. “I don’t even know why I keep ending up in this position with you.”I pulled my dress back on with shaky hands and pushed the car door open.Before I could step out, Derrick rushed forward and slammed the door shut.The sound echoed inside the car.
KassyI almost dropped the piece of paper on the ground.My fingers trembled as I unfolded it, my heart slamming so hard against my chest it felt painful, like it wanted out. The words blurred for a second, then came into focus.Come outside….Left wing….I need to see you. —DerrickDerrick is here?My pulse roared in my ears.How is Derrick here?My mind scrambled, thoughts colliding into each other. Shawn glanced at me, concern flickering across his face. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his hand brushing my arm.I had no idea what he saw on my face, but it must have been something alarming for him to show concern.I nodded quickly. “I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile that felt stiff and foreign on my lips.The lie slid out easily. Too easily.“I… I need some fresh air,” I added, already pushing my chair back.“Okay,” Shawn said“I’ll be right back,” I turned and walked away before he could say anything else, my heels clicking against the floor far too loudly.What am I even doing?
“I can’t believe you’re carrying this out, this is madness,” Jenny says.I ignore her and keep staring at myself in the mirror.The boutique is quiet, soft music playing in the background, fabric everywhere. Bridal fittings. White, lace, silk. All things that are supposed to mean joy. I’m standing on a small platform, the dress hugging me perfectly, the mirror reflecting a version of me that looks calm, composed… happy.I look beautiful.And that somehow makes everything hurt more.“Kassy,” Jenny calls again, her voice softer now, like she’s afraid I’ll break if she pushes too hard.“Let it be, Jenny. Seriously,” I say, still not looking away from my reflection. “I need him to protect my child, and he needs me for his company. Win-win.”Saying it out loud makes it sound logical and clean….Like a business deal.Jenny shakes her head slowly, disbelief written all over her face. Then she looks at me through the mirror, really looks at me, like she’s trying to see something I’m hiding.I
Sitting across from Shawn like this felt familiar and strange at the same time.Familiar because I’ve sat across from him so many times over the years, watching his face, memorizing his moods, waiting for scraps of attention he never really meant to give. Strange because today I'm not trying to impress him…. I'm not trying to please him…. I'm not even a little bit scared of losing him.I want to tell him everything. And surprisingly, I'm not afraid to. I'm not afraid of his reaction, not afraid if he wants to call off the wedding. Maybe…Maybe that's what I really want. Maybe if the cancellation came from him, my parents’ anger would fall lighter on me. Maybe I just didn’t have the strength to be the villain in their story.Or maybe I just didn’t care anymore.Shawn wanted this marriage because of what was at stake for him. His father had too many children, too many potential heirs. Love wasn’t part of the equation. This marriage would secure his position, solidify his future in the
“This is fucking messed up.”I said nothing. I just stared out the café window like something out there might suddenly make sense. People passed by, laughing, talking, living their lives like the world hadn’t just cracked open for me.I was pregnant.I was actually, truly pregnant.The words didn’t even feel real in my head. They floated there, distant and heavy at the same time.I felt numb.Completely numb.What am I supposed to do now?A tear slipped down my face before I even realized I was crying.Jenny, for the first time since this nightmare started, had no words. She just sat there staring at me like she was afraid I might disappear if she blinked.I watched people walking in and out of the café. Some of them looked happy. Or maybe they were just pretending to be happy, the same way I’d been pretending for weeks now.I looked down at my hands. The crying I did earlier in my room before Jenny practically dragged me out wasn’t enough. It didn’t even scratch the surface. I wanted
KASSY“I think the honeymoon should be somewhere far,” my mom says, her voice soft but excited.I nod, pretending to listen, pretending to care. “Yeah, far sounds nice.”But I’m barely hearing her. My mind drifts in and out, floating somewhere between exhaustion and that constant ache I can’t seem to get rid of. The house feels smaller these days, like the walls are closing in slowly, inch by inch.My mother continues talking, going on about beaches and destinations, Greece, Paris, Dubai and all I can think about is how heavy my body feels. How heavy everything feels.“Honey, are you sure you’re okay?” she finally asks, breaking through the fog in my head.“I’m fine, Mom,” I mumble automatically, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes.She narrows her gaze like she doesn’t believe a word I just said, which….honestly—she shouldn’t.But I couldn't do this right now. I can’t sit here and talk about honeymoons or dream weddings when I can barely keep myself from falling apart.“I have







