FAZER LOGINDreston was dressed for work and Cassienne was too. They sat together in the kitchen having breakfast before heading to the office. While Cassienne was on a phone call, she paced the large kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. Dreston was also on a phone conversation with his parents, telling them how fast he was recovering.“I am doing much better now, mother,” he said into the phone. And after listening to his mother, he replied. “Yes, the doctors are pleased with my progress.”Dreston was so excited and he was really happy to get back to the office. “You really do not need to worry about me. Cassienne is with me, and she is taking very good care of me.The moment he mentioned her name, Cassienne paused briefly to look at him. Then she smiled as she went back to her phone call.Later they were together entering the SUV as Steve, Dreston’s head of security, opened the back door for them. After they were well settled, Steve closed the door. This time, Steve was the one who drove them
Cassienne was making breakfast by herself in the kitchen. Dreston sat on a stool at the island and watched her. His grey eyes were intense. He followed every small movement she made as if he wanted to memorize her completely. Just as he kept looking at her, they heard the sound of car tires crunching on the gravel outside. “It seems like we have visitors,” Cassienne said. Dreston got up from the stool where he sat and waited. Who could be coming without informing him? He at least remembered that he disliked the habit of receiving visitors without knowing. But he kept quiet. The front door opened, and Mrs. Rawlings walked inside. Her facial expression was not good, and Cassienne saw it right away. Dreston spoke immediately. His voice was deep and not friendly. “Who is there?” Mrs. Rawlings opened her mouth to speak. But before she could say anything, a very soft voice filled the room, and Cassienne froze. “Dre honey, it’s me.” Tina walked right inside the house without permissio
After their intense moment on the marble island, Dreston and Cassienne moved quietly to the bedroom. The house was completely silent now. Everyone had left as he requested. It felt like the entire world had stepped back to give them this private space. They climbed into bed together. The sheets were cool against their warm skin. For a while, they simply lay facing each other, breathing softly in the quiet room. It felt like they were rediscovering one another all over again. Even for Cassienne, it was different this time. Dreston touched her with a kind of wonder, as if every part of her was new to him. And in many ways, it was. He made her feel things she had not felt in a long time. Every kiss, every gentle stroke of his hand, carried a fresh kind of hunger. Cassienne could not hide her emotions anymore. Her heart was too full. She felt like telling him everything that led to his accident. The truth sat on the tip of her tongue, heavy and urgent. She almost said it. But at th
When he pulled away from the kiss. Dreston looked at Cassienne for a long moment, his grey eyes dark with something deep and hungry. The flashes in his mind had become too strong to ignore. He wanted to feel what he had seen. He wanted to remember with his body what his mind had forgotten. He gently untied the belt of her floral wrap skirt. The fabric slipped down her legs and pooled on the kitchen floor. Next, he caught the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it upward. Cassienne lifted her arms without hesitation, letting the soft cotton slide off her body. Now she stood before him in only her white lace bra and matching panties. Dreston took a small step back, his eyes moving slowly over her. To him, this felt like the first time. He could not remember touching her before, but his body reacted as if it did. “You said I was your first?” he asked, voice low. “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. He nodded slowly. “Good.” Then he added softly, “You’re beautiful, Cass. You’re
After Dreston asked the question, Cassienne knew she could not postpone this marriage any longer. If she could have it her way, she would have waited until his memory fully returned. But she also understood something important—this marriage might be the very thing that helped him remember. So she finally answered. “As soon as the doctor says you are fit.” Dreston looked at her with a strange kind of recognition, as if he could sense her pulling away. He didn’t understand why, but he needed an answer. “Why do I feel like you are trying to create a boundary between us?” he asked quietly. Cassienne gasped. She reacted immediately. “What? No. What makes you think that? She stood up at once and moved to his side. Her hands gently cupped his face. “I can never stay away from you, Dreston. I love you,” she said, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I am only trying to protect you. I am only trying not to hurt you. You got into an accident that caused you to lose your memories.” She smiled
Cassienne felt something press lightly against her thigh. It was familiar in a way. Even in her half-asleep state, she understood what it meant. For a brief moment, she stayed still, her body reacting instinctively before her mind could catch up. There was a part of her that almost leaned into it, almost welcomed it. But when reality settled in. Her eyes opened slowly. She found herself lying very close to Dreston. Her cheek rested against his chest, her upper body pressed against him, and one of her legs was draped over his. Cassienne exhaled softly. This had happened many times before. She had always been a restless sleeper, often moving without realizing it. But this time, it felt different. Dreston’s arm was wrapped tightly around her, holding her in place. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as though he had no intention of letting her go. She lifted her head slightly and looked at him. His eyes were closed. But something about the way he held her made her doubt he was tru
Cassienne woke up to the relentless ringing of her phone. At first, she thought it was part of her dream, maybe some distant, annoying sound that would eventually fade if she ignored it long enough. She rolled onto her side, pulled the pillow over her head, and pressed it firmly against her ears.
Right in front of her stood her ex-husband, Dreston Tremont. Just for a brief moment, Cassienne forgot how to breathe. He looked nothing like the rigid, always-polished CEO she had grown used to seeing in boardrooms and tailored suits. Instead, he looked like a sports celebrity who had just steppe
The tension in the conference room was tight enough to suffocate everyone in the room. The tantrum stayed between Dreston, Tina and Cassienne. No one was speaking now. The matter had taken a new turn and Dreston wanted answers. Then, suddenly, the door opened. Steve, Dreston’s assistant, stepped
At NEROX Technology, the atmosphere inside the executive conference room was high with anticipation. Jeff Sandler sat at the head of the long, polished table, his posture relaxed but commanding. Around him, several top executives occupied their seats, laptops were open before them, notepads ready







