✦ ❦ ✦Cassie And I✦ ❦ ✦

❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈

The Lamborghini’s taillights disappeared down the street as Mila drove off. I stood outside my apartment building for a second, still buzzing from the book signing and that risky quickie with Jayson in the hallway. My body was sore in the best way, but my mind was racing.

I shook my head and headed inside.

The second the door closed behind me, I kicked my heels across the living room like they offended me. My dress hit the floor next. I walked straight to the bathroom completely naked, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stepped under the water.

The steam filled the room while flashbacks hit me hard — Jayson’s hands gripping my thighs, his thick cock stretching me against that wall, the way he groaned my name when he came inside me. I bit my lip and let my fingers slide between my legs for a minute, replaying it.

I stayed in there way too long before stepping out, skin flushed. Still dripping wet, I grabbed my phone, angled it in the mirror, and took a nasty close-up of my pussy — swollen, shiny, and ready. No caption. I sent it straight to Jayson and smirked.

*Let him lose his fucking mind over this.*

That picture was probably the biggest mistake I’d made in a long time… but it was already done.

Jayson didn’t reply. Not even a heart emoji. That was weird as hell for him.

Later that night, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number:

**“Who the hell are you fucking with my man? You better stay away bitch or you gon’ have a taste of me mf.”**

I read it and burst out laughing so hard I had to sit on the edge of my bed. “Ewww, this is actually hilarious.” I knew it was Cassie. Instead of ignoring her, I decided to be evil. I squeezed my tits together, took a sexy shot, and typed:

**“I know you missing these cuties. Can’t wait for you to come suck them.”**

I hit send with a wicked grin.

A few minutes later I texted Mila:

**“Hey girl, you won’t believe what just happened. Cassie saw the message I sent Jayson. Come through when you’re done, I need to tell you everything.”**

Mila showed up around 4 AM looking exhausted but curious. I made us a big pot of macaroni and cheese and we sat on the floor in the living room like we were teenagers again, passing the bowl back and forth.

“So what happened?” she asked, licking cheese off her spoon.

I laughed. “After that quickie at the book signing, I sent Jayson a fresh pussy pic. Next thing I know, Cassie replies from a hidden number threatening me. So I sent her a picture of my tits saying she could come suck them.”

Mila choked on her food. “You did not! Riley, you’re actually wild for that shit!”

We spent the next twenty minutes dragging Cassie, laughing until our stomachs hurt.

Then my phone buzzed again. It was Jayson.

**“Hey, it’s me. Let’s meet at the club tonight.”**

I showed Mila. She frowned. “Girl, that sounds kinda off. You sure that’s him?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said, standing up. “I’m pulling up anyway. You coming? I’m buying drinks.”

Mila grinned. “Yesss bitch! That’s my girl. I’ll meet you there.”

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I took my time getting ready. I picked out a tight black dress that hugged every curve, did my makeup bold with a smoky eye, and let my hair fall in loose waves. When I stepped into the club, the bass vibrated through my chest. The lights were low, bodies were moving on the dance floor, and I felt eyes on me the second I walked in. I posted up at the bar, ordered a drink, and swayed a little to the music, feeling sexy and dangerous.

I wasn’t even there thirty minutes before Cassie appeared like a storm, pushing through the crowd with pure hate in her eyes.

She leaned into my ear, voice low and venomous. “We need to talk. Privately. Right now.”

I smirked and followed her to a quiet lounge in the back.

The second the door closed she turned on me.

“Who the fuck do you think you are sending pictures to my man?” she hissed. “Stay the hell away from Jayson, you nasty bitch.”

I crossed my arms and laughed. “Relax, Cassie. I’m not in love with him or anything. I just like the way he fucks. That’s it. Plus, everybody knows your relationship is fake anyway. So why are you acting like this is real?”

Her face twisted. “Don’t play with me you dumb whore. You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

I turned to leave. “Whatever.”

Then I looked back over my shoulder. “Just so you know… you’re ugly as hell.”

Cassie screamed and charged at me. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled them hard. We slammed into the wall. I spun around, shoved her onto the couch, and started punching her in the face.

“Stupid bitch!”

Seconds later Mila came running in. “Riley! What the fuck?!” She jumped between us and pushed me back. “Stop! Both of you!”

Mila helped Cassie up while blocking me. “Cassie, you need to calm down. This is not the place.”

I wiped my hands and looked Cassie dead in the eyes, breathing heavy.

“If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t fuck with you

I’m a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves

Now you say you gon’ do what to who? Let’s find out and see

Said lil’ bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to and I’m quick, cut a nigga off, so don’t get comfortable… You can’t do nothing to me. You mess with me and I’ma show you what a real bitch looks like.

Ugly motherfucker!”

Mila grabbed my arm. “Let’s go. Now.”

We drove home in complete silence. The second we got back to my apartment I went straight to my room and collapsed on the bed.

I stared at the ceiling thinking…

*What if I actually dated Jayson? Would this bitch really do anything?*

I laughed softly to myself.

Nah. She couldn’t even fight.

Let’s show her what a real bitch looks like.