CASSANDRA BATESTHREE WEEKS OF INCONSISTENT NAGGING.I was so mad at him, I wanted to kick him in the shins for everything. But hurting him was hurting myself too and I wasn’t prepared for that.The first week Kade had made it clear no woman of his was staying in a walk-in closet carrying his kid and so he’d rented a luxurious penthouse for me.I took it under the one condition I would be paying rent monthly. That was my first mistake, assuming he would even take my money after the lustful and apologetic look he gave me when he left me in my new apartment.The second week was even more stressful. With him showing up at my apartment door with breakfast and baby necessities I didn’t require yet.The third week…Icarus woke up and I had been beyond thrilled knowing I hadn’t somewhat killed him. I visited him everyday and everyday Kade Hawkins was there, waiting for me with a grin and donuts and healthy drinks I hadn’t asked for and I rejected them.Rejected him. Not missing the pained ex
CANNONJESUS CHRIST. When my boss at B & A told me that my client was a fucking mess, the last thing I expected was to find a strung-out junkie dancing completely naked at a music festival for something called `five seconds of summer`.“How`s the view Cannon? Pretty chic, huh? Bet you are missing the Marines right about now, aren`t you?” Fucking Jason spoke over the comms nearly making me deaf with his pussy ass voice. At least I wasn`t him though, two weeks with the naked broad in front of me and he had run like a scared puppy to our boss asking for a new client. I didn`t drop clients, heck I was the best at what I did because I was resilient in everything, I put my effort to and no naked ass would change that.‘You might be a pussy, but am not. Cut the fucking line while I take care of your client”, I growled adjusting the ear piece in my ear.“I admire your bravery, Cannon but you are going to need a whole lot more to deal with her. She`s a loose cannon’, and he chuckled intending
NICOLEMY HEAD HURT as I tried opening my heavy eyelids. The light coming from the light white curtains nearly blinded me as I hugged the comforter tighter. Only, my comforter wasn`t grey but white, it didn`t smell of musk or spice but lavender. I sat up regretting that very decision when my right hand hurt.My eyes popped out of their sockets as I stared at the metallic cuffs cuffing me to the king-sized bed. This was definitely not my room and I was definitely not in my bed.Yesterday`s nightly escapades came to mind and I groaned at the headache that came along with it. I was drunk, I was dancing…I was naked.“No, no!” I cried pushing the covers from my body with my left hand.I had clothes on! Shit, Nix! Shit! Shit!I really did it this time. Scared out of my wits, I pressed my legs together a surge of relief washing over me that I didn`t feel sore or penetrated. I believe the correct word was, raped.Wriggling my wrists against the bed, I tried yanking the cuffs but God knew, I wa
CANNONFUUCK! I lied. I fucked clients and I fucked them hard.But she wasn`t a regular client. She was spoilt, she got on my nerves for the short span of time we were together and worse, she was the fucking mayor`s daughter. Fucking her would only land me in hot soup and the type of shit they wrote on tabloids.I sauntered in the kitchen taking a bottle of water to calm my thirst and my hard as fuck cock. Not only was her insanely thin body a fucking turn-on, her attitude drove me bonkers. That smart mouth of hers made me think stupid shit like kissing her. Shit I didn`t think about when I drove my cock inside a woman.And when she stared at me as if she was begging to get fucked, I almost lost all the scruples our boss and ex-military Berkely had instilled in us.“Don`t even think about it, Cannon”, I scolded feeling my dick harden at the sight of those doe hazel eyes peering at me as if I was some sort of hero or a prince.I was far from being a hero. A hero didn`t kill for pleasure
NICOLEMy face morphed into shock. I was running. I was fucking running from a man who was two times my size and probably faster.They probably ran miles and miles during training in the army and to him I must have been a measly insect trying to think I could outrun him. The shock got eaten by the fear and that`s what it took for me to assure myself that I could do this.I was no Hollywood stuntman or woman for that matter, but I could jump over the small gate. I was small and light weighed all I had to do was keep up the pace.Arms pumping, the balls of my bare feet keeping me balanced, adrenaline pumping me through me like a fix, I ran. But the constant awareness that he was right behind me gnawed on me like a hopper on sweet grass. Panic surged through me; I could hear his heavy padded feet slam the grass without mercy.Trying to up my confidence I glanced over my shoulder and instead of seeing him behind him, the fucker ran next to me.Eyes up ahead, his breathing smooth, his musc
CANNONEIGHT HOURS.She was in there for eight God damn hours and that made me angsty and angry as ever. She didn`t get the right to be mad, I did. I was the fucking moron running after her. I was the fucking moron worrying over her safety. Worrying over her stubbornness getting both of us killed.I spanked her but I didn`t fuck her and that like every woman I had denied the chance to suck me off, made her mad. I regretted it though; God knew I wanted to do more than slap that ass.It took every bit of restraint not to sink my cock inside that wet pussy of hers. God damn it! I hated how my cock twitched for her, how my body reacted to her as if she was some special woman.I never did special. I never believed in that love shit because it didn`t exist. There was no special pussy that would change me or my ways. I knew myself and I took glory in who I was. All women were the same and all pussies were the same.If she wanted to starve herself then she might as well have because I didn`t
NICOLE`I DON`T FUCK clients`It was all coming together and I felt like a homewrecker lusting over a married man.“Damn it, Nance! Can`t. I got a client. What do you mean Sy has a fever? Fine, I`m on my way over”That statement ran in my head for more minutes than I could count.Hot muscular grumpy Cannon had a wife and a kid. A kid who had a fever and we were rushing to get to. I didn`t think that a man like him had a family.He didn`t look like the type of man to settle down and as soon as I thought about it, I felt like whipping myself for having a thing for him. Though I couldn`t call it a thing, it was more of a sexual fantasy of having him on top of me, his crude words making me come, his guttural voice making my core drip and his dick.Oh God, that big dick doing sinful very sinful things to me.“You, okay?”He asked and I stayed mute nodding my head. I hated that look of concern in his eyes. No man looked at me like that, like he wanted to worship my body, punish me and someho
CANNONCOME THE FUCK ON. She really thought I didn`t want to fuck her? That was the one thing going in my fucking mind since I saw her naked.And spoilt? Not gonna lie, I thought she was spoilt the very first time I saw her but that changed the minute she tried to bribe me with money and sex with a slightly unsure look on her.Spoilt princesses didn't bribe someone with sex with an unsure face. I had a fucked a few to know the difference between lying and trying to sound tough and she was the lot that was trying to survive by putting up a wall of bad decisions and a trail of bad shit like being naked in a music festival for attention. Plus I doubt she had money to bribe me perse. Her dad was the one funding this whole bullshit babysitting, so money was a no.But sex? I was tempted. So fucking tempted.Guns and sex were my life and I was fucking satisfied but here I was years later, worshipping a pussy like it was the only shit and anchor holding me together.I didn`t think.With her, t