6. This Uncontrollable Desire For Him

Cassie POV

It had been over a week since that fiery night with Josh Carter, and I hadn’t seen him since.

It wasn’t because I didn’t want to—quite the opposite, actually. I went back to that nightclub the next night and the night after that, and every time I went, he wasn’t there—neither him nor his friends.

So, when I started going there obsessively, that’s when I remembered his words from that night: that he’d leave such a deep mark on me that I wouldn’t think of anything but him.

I was screwed.

But at least I had succeeded against Mark. I had exposed him at the party and unmasked him. I was certain that guy was done for, and I hoped I’d never have to see him again.

I smiled when I noticed Kaylee, the freshman law student, approaching me in the college hallway. “Hey, Kay. You good?” I gave her a quick, friendly hug. It was Monday, time to leave all the drama behind and focus on studies.

But Kaylee sighed. “I wish I was okay, Cassie. But with him around, that’s impossible…” she mumbled, looking down.

I raised an eyebrow, confused. “What do you mean? Who are you talking about?”

She gave me a wary look. “You don’t know he’s back?”

“What? Who?”

“Mark. He wasn’t expelled. They say his dad paid off the administration to keep quiet, as usual,” she sighed. “There’s no justice in this world.”

“What the hell?” I was stunned. After everything I did to expose him, Mark was still getting away with it?

Then I saw him walking down the hallway, arm around Piper, with his posse trailing like bootlicking puppies, laughing and talking loudly as if he owned the entire university. He threw a glance my way as he passed by.

“Hey, baby. Why so pale? Look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he mocked, and his lackeys burst into laughter. Mark even winked at me, smirking as if to insult me.

Piper shot me a look that screamed, “I got the guy, bitch.” And then they were gone.

Goddamn it! I had to lean against the lockers to keep from collapsing.

“Oh my God, are you okay, Cassie?” Kaylee steadied me.

“Yeah, I just… didn't expect that..." I muttered, still in shock. "I need to go to the library to catch up on some work…” Then walked away from her, wanting to disappear.

If I’d known that whole stunt would amount to nothing, I wouldn’t have even tried, damn it. I was so frustrated I even thought about dropping out of this college and taking justice into my own hands—grabbing a gun, shooting Mark, the dean, and even Mark’s corrupt bastard of a father in the head.

But then I thought of my parents, who were giving everything they had back in Owensboro to keep me in this insanely expensive college. “You’re the hope for our family, sweetheart,” they’d say, counting on me to lift them out of poverty.

So I’d have to swallow my pride and carry on as if nothing had happened.

…

I was in the classroom, finishing the essay the professor assigned. I’m super strict and dedicated to my studies, of course. I had to make my parents’ efforts worthwhile, so I only allowed myself to get the best grades.

I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn’t notice Joe Wilson approaching. “Hey, kitten. Class isn’t over yet, is it?” he said, sitting on the desk in front of me.

I sighed, giving him a bored glance before returning to my essay. “I’m finishing an assignment,” I replied, uninterested.

“Wow, forgot you’re the studious girl,” he laughed with a hint of mockery. His laugh wasn’t exactly charming. I mean, Joe was kind of cute with his goofy vibe. He was a fling of mine from way before I started going out with Mark, but he’d backed off when the whole Mark thing happened.

Since we met, he’d always stop by my classroom to chat after class. Plus, he was good-looking and interesting, but we never went beyond kissing and making out at parties. I’d never given Joe a chance for anything more, but seeing him now, impure thoughts crossed my mind.

Don’t get me wrong—I was pissed about that son-of-a-bitch Mark getting away with everything, and I was horny as hell from constantly thinking about that night with Josh Carter. He was right when he said I’d get addicted—it was like he’d cast a spell on me, and I just couldn’t control myself.

When Beckie and I got home last Saturday morning, Joshua and his friends were kind enough to put us in a car and have the driver take us home. Beckie and I were so exhausted, drunk, and high that we slept without even showering.

The night with Joshua and his friends was so intense that we were sore all over the next day. I mean, that fuck with Joshua was just the first of the night. The guys definitely slipped some aphrodisiac into the drinks, because after I hit my first orgasm that night, it wasn’t long before I was craving to be fucked again.

And Josh Carter was like a sex machine. He clearly worked out his cardio to have that kind of stamina.

There was so much desire and lust that night that I can’t think about it now without feeling a tingle in my groin. But after that night, Joshua didn’t talk to me for a whole week. I blamed myself for being so naive and not getting his phone number to reach out, but I also knew that if Joshua wanted to see me, he’d find a way to track me down.

And that made me think he didn’t want to see me again, because if he did, he would’ve called by now. But I couldn’t blame him too much either; we only saw each other for one night—it’s not like he promised me anything. So why was I so mad that he hadn’t reached out? Did I really want to see him again?

The truth is, I did want to see him again. God, I couldn’t wait to see him again. I thought about him every night when I laid my head on the pillow, remembering how he touched my body so possessively and fucked me like no man ever had before.

So, I’d slide my fingers down to my private parts and rub them there alone to relieve myself, imagining him doing it to me. The truth was, I was bursting with desire for him and wanted to find a man soon who could fuck me as well as Joshua did that night.

He wasn’t reaching out, so I couldn’t wait any longer… especially with this cute Joe flirting with me. I looked more closely at the guy in front of me.

He was kind of tan, handsome, with dark eyes and an attractive face. He was definitely my type, and according to Beckie, he was totally into me. I couldn’t wait to be in the arms of a man who’d fuck me the way I wanted.

I smirked and set my pen down on my notebook. “Why? Got a more interesting idea to suggest, Joe?”