Masuk"Hey Cassie, you didn't tell us how It went," Sarah commented.
"Yes, how did it go?" Emily joined in. "I wish I could explain it to you guys, but I can't. All I know is I have never felt like that before," Cassie said. This was two days after the experience they were now discussing. Emily and Sarah had come to help her declutter her space. Cassie did not know where she was going yet but she needed to be ready to go as soon as the opportunity arose. Emily was leaving the next day while Sarah was staying back. This was sort of their last day together in the same city, not to say that they were never going to meet again. "Come on Cass, even a little detail. I have been so horny, if only I could live through you," Emily mourned. "You are always horny, Em. Don't blame your horniness on Cass," Sarah teased. "True that. But I wanted to hear about her sexapades. It must have been a bomb if our shy Cass is blushing like that," Emily said good-naturedly. Cassie was red from the talk, she wished she was somewhere else. Emily's talk of sex always managed to make her feel embarrassed. It was not like she was a prude, especially now that she could hear herselfoaning loudly in that room. "Leave her be, Emily. Don't torture the poor girl," Sarah came to her rescue. "Okay, okay. You two are such a bore. Quick question though, will you be seeing him again?" Emily couldn't let it go. "I won't," Cassie answered. "Why, though? I thought you two had a connection," Sarah asked. "I thought so too. And the way I was hoping to meet the man who managed to get you out of your shell," Emily chipped in. "It was a one night stand," Cass said with a voice that revealed that she did not want to discuss this topic further. She couldn't tell them that she had been having sleepless nights thinking about the masked man or that she had gotten fucked by a man whose name she did not know. She was the sensible one in the group so telling them about theasked man would have them judging her. She was the good girl and she wanted to remain so until her marriage. "A one night stand? Cass?" Sarah asked, herouth open with shock. "The heavens are going to fall down. Where did you meet this man Cassie?" Emily asked. Cassie opened her mouth to answer but her phone rang. "Hold on a moment," she said. "Hello, this is Cassie speaking." Her friends listened keenly. Maybe it was the mysterious man calling her to schedule a meet up. They were happy for their friend, she had been so proper and prim. She deserved to let loose and enjoy her life. Cassie excused herself and walked to the balcony. The two women could not follow her, it would look bad. Cassie stayed at the balcony for close to five minutes. It made her friends worried. Sarah decided to go look for her but before she could reach the door to the balcony, Cassie appeared. She looked forlon and sad. It was like she was about to cry. "Are you okay? Is anything the matter?" Emily asked. Despite her foul language, she was very caring. "My mom is dead," Cassie said. "Your mom? I didn't know your mom was still alive," Sarah commented. She was a total orphan and given that Cassie never talked about her mother, not even once, her friends had assumed that her mother was dead like her father. "We were not on talking terms," Cassie answered. "I am sorry about that dear friend," Sarah consoled. "I am sorry. Take heart. When is the funeral?" Emily asked. "Next week but I am not going," Cassie said. There was no need to go back to the town that held bad memories for her. Her mother was dead and that was that. She had barely said ten words to her over the past five years. Her brother, the one who had called her was the only person she talked to from that town. She did not have a problem with him, they just had different and busy schedules so it was difficult to talk. She had also sworn not to go back to that town so they had not seen each other for years. "Why?" Sarah was curious. "She was not my favourite person so there is no need to pretend that we had some bond," Cassie said. She was almost getting angry but restrained herself. "But she is your mother Cass. I know you two were not on best terms but she is dead. This could be your chance to bury the hatchet. Forgive her for whatever things she did to you. Not for her but for yourself. There is no use carrying that much of a grudge over someone who is dead," Emily advised. "Em is right. We could accompany you, if that is okay by you," Sarah suggested. "Thank you friends," Cassie said. What Emily was saying was making sense. It was the same thing that her brother had told her. Besides, she could use the time to close the door she had left open years ago. "Okay then. Thank you for offering to take me," Cass said. "You are welcome. We are your friends Cassie. You don't have to carry the weight alone," Emily said. "We leave a day after tomorrow then," Cass said. She wanted to be home early to familiarise herself with the old town. She did not want it to surprise her and make her moody when she had her friends with her. She felt nothing for her mother except sorry. She knew her mother had died with her old bitter heart and alone because nobody could tolerate her. If only she had a cool mother like Emily's mum. Emily's mum was fun and friendly. She did not care what the girls did as long as they were safe and happy. Emily had taken them to her parents' house a few holidays ago and they had had fun. The girls knew they were always welcome to stay at Emily's family house for as long as they liked.The restaurant was softly lit, the air warm with the scent of herbs and simmering sauces. The golden glow from the pendant lights washed over their table, casting delicate shadows across Reggie’s face. Cassie could see why people called the place romantic. She wasn’t sure if Reggie had realized that when he brought her here or if he was pretending not to notice.Reggie had taken the lead with the menu, ordering for both of them after she admitted she had no idea what half the dishes meant. “Trust me,” he’d said, his voice low and confident. “You’ll like it.”Someone passing by stopped suddenly at their table. “Reggie! It’s been ages, man.”Reggie stood, shaking the man’s hand. “Hey, Asher’s friend, right?”Cassie blinked as both men turned toward her.“Yes," the man said with a smile. "Cassie, this is Marcus. We’ve met a few times through your brother,” Reggie said easily.“Ah, the famous Cassie. Nice to meet you,” Marcus said with a polite smile before glancing back at Reggie. “Anyw
Reggie entered the doors of the office a little past noon, exhausted and sleepy. The meeting on the other side of town had dragged far longer than he’d planned. What was supposed to be a two-hour investor briefing had turned into a six-hour ordeal of negotiations, paperwork, and tedious formalities.He’d smiled, shaken hands, done what was expected of him, but his mind had never really been there. It kept drifting back to the apartment to Cassie. He wanted them to be friends seeing as they shared an apartment whenever he was in town. But the lines had been blurred already; he cared more than a friend could.Now the deal was finally signed, the documents handed over, and the project was officially in motion. His team would handle most of it from tomorrow. He sank into his chair, stretching his back. The silence of his office was a strange comfort, but also empty. He pulled out his phone and typed out a message before he could second-guess himself.Reggie: Back at the office. The meetin
Cassie woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring like an angry horn. She groaned, squinting at the clock on her bedside table. 8:17 a.m.“Oh no, no, no,” she muttered, throwing the covers off. She was supposed to be at the office by eight-thirty.She felt rested but panicky. She stumbled into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and hurriedly showered before leaving the bathroom in a huff, leaving a trail of water in her wake. When she came downstairs, Reggie was standing in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone with a cup of coffee in hand.He looked up when he heard her footsteps. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”Cassie winced. “Please, you are not helping.”“You overslept,” he said mildly, glancing at his watch. “Lift?”Cassie blinked at him, surprised. “You don’t have to...”“I’m heading that way, remember?” he interrupted with a small smile, and set his mug down. “Come on. You’ll be late.”He was already dressed in one of his numerous blue suits. This one had silver buttons. He had pai
Dinner was quiet at first, nobody spoke lest they disturbed it.The clatter of utensils and the faint hum of music from Reggie’s phone filled the background, softening the edges of the awkwardness that lingered since the morning. The aroma of garlic, herbs, and roasted chicken hung in the air, cozy and inviting.Reggie had cooked something simple but beautiful; lemon-butter pork, sautéed vegetables, and mashed potatoes.She took a bite, closed her eyes, and groaned softly. “This is so good. You could give me a run for my money.”Reggie glanced at her from across the table, hiding a smile. “You are far much better than me. I am glad you like it.”“Like it?” she said with mock indignation, pointing at her plate with her fork. “This is better than half the restaurants I’ve been to. You could open your own place.”He chuckled. “Don’t give me ideas. I already have too many projects as it is.”Cassie smiled, then tilted her head curiously. “Seriously though, who taught you to cook like thi
Morning came too soon.The dull ache in Cassie’s head throbbed behind her eyes like a slow drumbeat. The faint light filtering through the curtains didn’t help either; it only reminded her that the world was still turning while she wished it would pause, just for a little while.She rolled over, groaning as the events of the previous night trickled back like fragments of a bad dream; the balcony, the argument, the wine, her reckless words.You’re scared… You’re a coward… You’re not my brother.Cassie winced, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Oh God.”A soft knock came at the door before she could decide whether to bury herself under the blankets forever.“Cassie?” Reggie’s deep but careful voice called She didn’t answer, hoping he’d think she was asleep.The door opened anyway. He stepped in quietly, holding a tray. The smell of soup hit her first , warm, soothing, laced with ginger and garlic.“I thought you might need this,” he said, his tone neutral but gentle. “And some water. T
Reggie’s footsteps echoed through the quiet living room as he walked back inside. The air felt heavier somehow, the faint buzz of the gin still lingering in his blood. He told himself he was doing the right thing, walking away before he made another mistake.But before he could reach the stairs, he heard the sound of the sliding door behind him.“Don’t you dare walk away from me again,” Cassie said, her voice sharp with frustration.Reggie froze. He didn’t turn immediately, his jaw tightening. “Cassie...”“No,” she cut him off, stepping into the room. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair loose around her face, the wine glass still in her hand. “You don’t get to just walk off like that. Not after...” she gestured vaguely toward the balcony “...all that.”He turned slowly to face her. “I think we’ve both had enough for one night.”Cassie let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “Enough of what? You saying one thing and doing another?”Reggie rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re drunk, Cassie.”







