“Is she alive?” I hear McKenzie ask as I slowly begin opening my eyes.
The warm cement kind of burns against my back as I cough up the bit of water still stuck inside of me.
“I’ve been certified for these things.” A male voice answers. "She'll be just fine."
I fully open my eyes and see beautiful but piercing brown eyes staring right back into mine. Devin is hovering over me, his clothes soaking wet. His expensive-looking jacket is drenched and dripping water onto me. His warm smile makes me want him to continue CPR on me.
“What happened?” I ask, slowly trying to sit up. “How in the hell did I manage to fall into that pool?”
McKenzie raises her hand like we are in class. “You tripped over the hose the caretaker left out. I’m going to kick his ass. I should kick your ass too, Devin!”
“Why me?” Devin asks, confusion radiating in his expression.
“McKenzie!” I argue as I continue to stare at Devin and his powerful manly look. “He just saved my life! And he’s your boss.”
“It’s okay!” Devin explains, holding his hand out to help me up. “She’s been cleaning my house for years. Although I just accused her of stealing, I’ve known her long enough to know she’s always been cocky and a pain in my ass.”
“I know,” I admit, agreeing with him and taking his hand. “She’s always had an open personality.”
Turning my attention back to McKenzie, I exhale with a wide smile, inquisitive.
“What is that look for?” McKenzie asks.
“Forgive,” I say, my smile still continuing to grow. “Devin asked me out to dinner, which I don’t know about, but you’ve been cleaning his house for years and neither one of you has tried making passes at each other?”
“Ewe!” McKenzie is quick to say. “No offense to Devin, because…” She pauses and looks over at Devin. “You are hot, Devin. But he and I are more like friends.”
“She’s right,” Devin admits. “I’ve never found her attraction to be more than a friendship.
I quickly stand up, releasing my hand from his, and slide my hands down my pants soaking-wet pants. My eyes search the ground, analyzing the area around the chair.
“What are you looking for?” Devin asks. A mysterious and intense look sits on his face. “You look like you lost something?”
“Nope.” I quickly say and bend down, reaching underneath the chair. “I thought I lost my bracelet. It must’ve fallen off me before I fell into the pool.”
I inhale a deep fresh breath of ocean air as I try clipping the bracelet back together around my wrist. Devin steps forward gesturing his hand, guiding me to him.
“Let me.” He says and gently wraps his hand around my wrist, quickly but smoothly clipping the bracelet together.
As he continues ‘adjusting’ my bracelet he slowly raises his head, again looking into my eyes. His piercing but gorgeous look makes me feel a sense of comfort around him.
“So, about that dinner.” He asks, his tone is a little deeper and stern.
“She’ll do it.” McKenzie interrupts, making the decision for me.
“McKenzie!” I am quick to argue. “You don’t get to make that call!”
“Good!” Devin says, releasing his hand from me. His fingers lightly run across my wrist causing a shiver down my spine, creating friction inside of me.
“Meet back here at Seven this evening.” He softly demands while looking out at the spectacular ocean view.
“But…” I argue and pause. “Do I get a choice in this matter?”
“No,” McKenzie says with a playful smile. “You’ll love his dinner. He cooks it himself. Just take the date!”
I sigh a heavy sigh and turn my attention to the ocean view. “Fine! But I want pizza! Pepperoni and mushroom pizza!”
“I can cook that,” Devin says with a smile that can win any contest. “See you at seven!”
I scoff, not believing my ears as these two try and force me into a dinner. My soaking wet body needs to dry off and I need to get out of here before they convince me any further into whatever this is.
“I have to go,” I say as I begin to walk toward the door. “I will think about that dinner, but right now I need to get home.”
Looking over at McKenzie and her disappointed look, I nod my head. “See you at home McKenzie.”
She slides her hand into her pocket, her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly ajar. “We have other houses to do.” She argues.
“Yep.” I agree. “But I have clothes that need to be changed. See you later.”
Quickly, I spin around and head for the living room. I slide my hand across the extremely soft couch and look at the pictures covering the walls.
“One day,” I say to myself as I head through the hallway and toward the front door.
I open the front door and quickly head for my car. Everything about today seems right but in the wrong kind of way. I’m interested in Devin, but McKenzie pushing me to go on a date with him makes me push away from him. I don’t take orders very well and tend to do the opposite.
I drowned, but then Devin saved my life. How does that even happen? I was in that pool for a few seconds.
As I unlock my car door the reflection off my window reveals a male standing behind me. I gasp as my heart sinks into my stomach and I spin around.
A gentleman wearing a ripped shirt, old and dirty-looking jeans, dirty long hair, and no shoes stands with a creepy smile. “Hi!” He says, quickly ripping my wallet from my hand and spinning around.
“Hey!” I yell, quickly trying to snatch my wallet back. “My wallet!”
The sound of Devin’s door slamming turns my attention to Devin, who quickly rushes out of his house and runs toward the guy like a football player. I watch as the guy tries running even faster, swinging his arms and bolting like he’s in the hundred-meter dash.
Devin pounces, reaching good air and dropping onto the guy. He rips the wallet from the man's hand and pushes his hands against the guy’s back. “Don’t fucking move!”
With his eyes on the guy, Devin begins walking toward me. His brute force and toned muscles which are visible even with that suit he is wearing, tell me if I was in the market for a boyfriend, he’d be the guy to go on a date with. He’s protective, handsome, rich, intelligent, and damn it I’m going to have to go on that date with him!
“He’s running!” I yell and point as I watch the intruder bolt toward the road, almost getting hit by a car, and quickly disappear into the tree line. “He’s gone.”
“He didn’t get anything though, aside from getting hurt by me,” Devin says with a cockiness in his tone. “Here’s your wallet.”
He hands me the wallet, eyeing me down. I don’t know if he wants a thank you or a date, but he’s saved my life and saved my wallet all in under half an hour.
“I’m not going to ask.” He says, looking over at his car with hope in his eyes.
I exhale a defeated breath. My smile is already telling him what he wants to hear. “I will be here at seven…” I pause, quickly think for a moment, and bring my attention back to him. “But it’s just dinner.”
He raises his hands like he’s trying to defend himself. His half-crooked smile says it all. He won this dinner date with me due to natural order, or natural selection. I do not know what to call it, but the universe is purposely connecting us, so he wins.
He steps closer to me, his hand sliding into the pocket of his soaked pants. “I’ve had quite the morning, Cassie. I’ve never had to work this hard for a date. But if saving you twice gets me that date…stay in trouble so I can come to your rescue every time.”
“Whatever,” I argue, but smile. “I’ll see you and your cheesy comments at seven tonight. That pizza better be worth my time.”
He quickly slides his tongue across his lips as his smile grows. “I can make that happen, but it might not be the pizza that makes it worth your time.”
“Devin? I got lost coming back from the bathroom.” I yell as I walk through the hallway of this giant mansion.I don’t know whether I am in his house or the white house, this place is so fancy and large, and I feel like if I touch anything, I’m going to have to take out a loan to clean it off…and I’m the maid for this place.The marble floors, lofty ceilings, greyish-white walls, and beautiful large pictures remind me of a movie. I know I’ve been here once already, but I never paid attention to its beauty. I was too busy cleaning it to admire it.“I just finished the pizza!” He announces as he quickly walks past the hallway and toward the dining room. “Follow me.”I swallow the golf ball-sized knot trying to build in my throat. The scratchiness makes it even harder for me to want to speak. He has me nervous and I never get nervous for dates…ever! Who is this guy and why am I so damn nervous around him?As I turn into the dining room, two beautiful chandeliers hang from the decorative
His liking to fuck isn’t that big of a deal. So, I am kind of confused as to why he’s making it a big deal unless he has an overly large… big deal in his pants.Scoffing again, I lean forward. “That’s your big secret?” I say and look around the dining room while trying to contain the small laugh wanting to come out of me.He takes a deep breath and exhales, looking relieved. “Yes. That is my big secret.”“That’s not that big of a deal,” I argue as curiosity runs through me. “I think the majority of people enjoy fucking. I haven’t had many relationships, but I like to fuck. It’s…”I pause again. “Why is this even a secret?”“Because you’re not catching on.” He argues. “I like to fuck…a lot!”Rubbing my fingers around my temple, like I’m annoyed and confused is showing him it’s not a big deal to me. But maybe I am the one missing something about his admittance.“Some people like a lot of sex.” I say, only confirming to him I don’t find it to be a big deal.“Cassie…” He pauses, stepping c
“You’re weak!” McKenzie argues as she dusts off the grand piano. “You two kissed, he admitted to you he’s a little obsessed with sex, and you freaked out and left?”“Yes! McKenzie!” I argue while I try scrubbing the toilet in this tiny spare bathroom. “We kissed and I left him. And he admitted to me about the sex thing before we kissed. Why does it matter?”Her scoff echoes through the living room. “When’s the last time you had a dick in you?”“I don’t know!” I yell back and set the scrub brush on the floor. “I’m not too concerned with it. I’m not a horny freak like you are!”“Like me?” She argues back. “Girl! I have a one-night stand once in a great while! I am not a horny freak! I’m just saying, get yourself some dick!”As I push myself off the floor, I feel this small rush of excitement inside of me. This bathroom in this mansion is only a small reminder of how big Devin's house is and how big his want for me also is and it’s bringing back memories of the other night and that damn
The golf ball-sized knot in my throat is hard to swallow. I’m stuck putting on a fake smile, even though I’m not sure why I am putting on a fake smile, I could care less about John.I push the cart forward as I keep my eye on him. He reaches for something from the dairy aisle, and I am questioning if I just want to put the cart back and leave. He’s bothered me three times, and I’m waiting for his creepy ass to continue trying. He’s literally walking with me, more and less stalking me.“What do you think of spaghetti?” He questions as he steps up to my side. “How about one dinner with me? Just one, Cassie. I’m not a bad guy or anything and you look like the type of girl who enjoys spaghetti or pizza for dinner.”As I push my cart forward, trying to ignore him, but still be polite, I feel like he’s just going to shove his cart into mine, stopping me in place at some point.“I told you, and McKenzie told you,” I argue and shake my head as I grow more annoyed. “I am seeing someone.”“Then
As I sit on Devin’s couch, I can’t help but wonder if this is a good idea. I mean…every part of me thinks it’s an amazing idea, yet…I’m not ready to get into any type of relationship with anyone. And I don’t think he is either.“It’s a red wine.” He yells back from the kitchen. “Does that sound good? Château Lafite?”“You’re funny!” I yell back. “I know exactly what kind of wine that is and those bottles go for close to two hundred thousand dollars!”“And I’m a billionaire.” He argues, pushing his wealth, which I hate when people do that.“Sure!” I yell back. “Bring in the expensive wine that costs more than my grandfather’s house. Let’s get drunk on something that was mashed by someone’s feet over three hundred years ago.”“Two hundred and fifty years old. And yes, you’re right. It did cost close to that much.”He walks in, the bottle in one hand and two glasses in his other hand. His ripped jeans and regular black tee shirt make him look like an everyday normal person because when h
I release a soft breath. His lips are less than an inch away from mine and his eyes stare deeply into mine. I physically feel the need for me flowing out of him, his pulse, his warmth, his desires! And once I kiss him, that’s it. It’s going to be me giving in to his every desire. I lean in, just the slightest bit closer to the point of a tease. “I want you to take that stupidly tight shirt off,” I say, my playful tone quiet and soft. “Then what.” He asks seductively, gently sliding his hand toward the top part of my ass. Sliding my tongue across my bottom lip is not helping me suppress this urge for him. “Then I want you to unbutton your pants.” He wraps his other hand around me, sliding both hands against the top of my ass, forcing that wildfire inside of me to only burn hotter, and no amount of water can put it out at this point. “Just unbutton them?” He asks, his deep tone wild and his lips lightly brushing against mine, to the point of teasing. My smile grows wider as my lips
He slides deeper into me, causing me to release a pleasurable cry as I arch my back further and wrap my arms around his waist like he is my lifeline. His cock fills me, my pussy fitting around it like a glove. I thrust my body along with his, wanting more and dripping cum down my legs. This pleasure he is giving me is unlike any sex I’ve ever had. The sweat trickling down my face is proof of that. He leans in and kisses me as I release my arms from his body. I quickly wrap my legs around him, thrusting myself harder as he pushes his cock in, past my breaking point. “Don’t you fucking cum yet!” I pleasurably demand as I feel that build-up rapidly spreading inside of me like a million rivers flowing through my body. The warmth of my face grows hot and my rapid breathing grows heavier as his pulsing cock warms inside of me. He slams into me, pushing his couch forward. I release a pleasurable moan. He slams into me again as I wrap my arms around his body and rest my head on his should
“Girl!” McKenzie argues while trying to hold off her laugh. “You fucked and left him? He’s a billionaire! And forget about that! He’s hot and you left him right after sex?” “Yeah?” I say, questioning her stance on this. “It’s not a big deal. He wants me as someone who sleeps with him when he needs it but isn’t looking for a relationship right now.” “Who up and leaves right after sex these days?” She argues, looking at me like I am the crazy one. “And yes! Let him be your secret late nights! He’s hot as fuck! He’s a billionaire! It’s obvious that he wants you but for some stupid reason, he’s trying to hold back, and damn it, Cassie! Take his offer!” “I texted him this morning,” I admit and exhale a sigh of relief. “And I thought you said you never found him attractive?’ She tilts her head, staring at me, wanting me to continue my conversation. “What did you say to him, Cassie? And I never said I didn’t find him attractive. I said I didn’t match with him.” “I told him, the sex the o