تسجيل الدخول"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.Cassie woke to the soft patter of rain against the bedroom windows and the faint scent of coffee drifting from the kitchen. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below and the occasional clink of a mug. She stretched for a second before reaching for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with the time: 8:17 a.m. Therevwas also a single notification from an unknown number. She opened it without thinking. Unknown: Good morning, beautiful. Got your number from mutual friends. Thought we could grab coffee sometime and catch up. No pressure. —D Her stomach dropped. Did D stand for Dominic? She had lied that she did not know him, but his voice sounded so familiar. He had looked at ease at the event, could he be the Dom she had slept with at The Forbidden? It couldn't be. They were a long way from the city she had schooled. Maybe it was just a coincidence and he knew her from somewhere else and not the BDSM club. His eyes had been on her for so long,
They danced to one more song before Reggie got them another drink. "Okay, you don't really look well. Let us head home, " Reggie said before pulling her close. Cassie thanked the heavens for him. On their way to the exit, they encountered Dominic again. "Leaving already? " Dominic asked curiously."Yes. Cassie is not really feeling well. Thanks for hosting us, " Reggie said. "That's okay. I will see you another time." Dominic said. "Sure thing, " Reggie said as they headed out. Once in the car, it pulled away smoothly. The streetlights streaked past. Cassie stared out the window, watching the city blur into streaks of lights and shadows. Reggie’s hand found hers on the seat between them. He laced their fingers together, thumb stroking slow, soothing arcs over her knuckles. He didn’t push but she felt his concern in the gentle pressure of his grip, in the way he angled his body toward hers, offering silent shelter. She wanted to tell him. Sienna's words sat heavy on her tongu
Cassie stumbled almost blindly on her way out. She was trying so hard not to let the words of Sienna and Bess get tobjer head but it was proving difficult. She quickly found Reggie and locked their arms together for support."Are you okay? You look a little pale? " Reggie's brows were raised in concern. "I am okay. One of my lashes was sticking to my eye. Took a while to remove it, " Cassie lied. Reggie opened his mouth as if to say something but shut when one of the guests started walking towards them. He firmly placed his hand on her back. The gesture calmed her nerves a little bit. The guest stopped by their feet. He had on a matte black mask, that accentuated his face features. A thin silver chain hung from his lapel, ending in a small lock pendant. His black suit complemented him greatly. Despite him being good looking, he was no match to Reggie. “Dominic,” Reggie said. His voice was warm but business like. “I’d like you to meet someone.” Dominic turned. His eyes were sha
Cassie slipped through the arched doorway to the bathroom. The music and laughter dulled instantly, swallowed by the corridor’s thick silence. She followed the discreet gold sign that read Powder Room, heels clicking too loudly on the floor. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since Sienna’s mocking little toast across the dance floor. She needed just one minute to breathe without feeling watched. The bathroom door was heavier than it looked. She pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was obscenely beautiful. It was made of black marble that reflected the candlelight warmly. A long vanity stretched beneath an arched window that overlooked the dark lake, its surface scattered with cut-glass perfume bottles, folded linen hand towels, and a silver tray of fresh white orchids. Three deep basins gleamed under soft, golden light. The air smelled expensive. Cassie crossed to the middle sink, turned on the cold tap, and let the water rush over her wrists. She closed her eyes, counting her
It was the day of the masquerade. Cassie was finishing up the final touches. She had shooed Reggie away from the room, wanting him to only see her when she was ready. Done with her makeup, she smoothed her midnight-blue dress before walking put of the room. Reggie was waiting downstairs. When she emerged, Reggie's mouth hang open She was breathtaking. She walked down slowly, careful not to trip on the train When she reached tge last step, Reggie took her hand and pulled her to his chest before locking their lips together. When they pulled apart, they were breathless and panting. "If we were not late, I would have spread ypu on that couch and feasted on you till your legs tremble," Reggie said as he smoothed his trouser to hide the bulge that had started forming. The words made Cassie clench with want. They had time for a quickie but both of them knew that a quickie could not satiate the hunger they had for each other. "Does that mean you approve my dress choice?" Cassie asked
Cassie stood frozen in the doorway, surprise written on her face. This man who had claimed that he did not have any romantic bone in his body had done something that had never been done to her by any man."Thank you so much. I..." Tears started streaming down her face. Reggie stepped behind her, arms sliding around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. His breath was warm against her neck. "Don't cry kitten. Why are you crying? You don't like it?" She turned in his arms, hands framing his face, and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back with equal hunger, hands roaming her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. When they parted, both breathing hard, she rested her forehead against his. “You did all this? I love it.” she said, voice thick with emotions. “Had to make it right,” he said. “You’ve been gone too long.” She laughed softly, tears pricking again. “It was only a week.” “It felt like a year.” He guided her toward the table, pulling out her
Cassie stood in the doorway of the break room, arms crossed loosely over her chest, watching the team arrange platters of sandwiches, fruit skewers, and a towering chocolate cake someone had clearly spent too much time decorating. The sign above the table read “Farewell, Cassie!” in bright blue mar
Mr. Patel came back the next week.Cassie sat at the small conference table in the glass-walled meeting room, hands folded in her lap, trying not to fidget while Mr. Patel flipped through the final pages of her evaluation packet. The supervisor’s face remained unreadable, lips pursed, pen tapping o
Cassie woke most mornings to the soft clink of Reggie in the kitchen, the smell of coffee drifting under the bedroom door like a promise. The weeks after her internship ended carried a gentle rhythm she had never known before. There were no deadlines pressing at her temples, no hospital beeps echoi
When they reached Asher’s house, the porch light glowed against the dusk. Mrs. Carla had leftsome soup simmering on the stove, fresh bread on the counter, the guest room made up with clean sheets. Reggie helped Asher inside, one arm around his waist, the other holding the walker steady.He tried t







