...Cassandra POV...There is a suffocating grip that takes hold of my heart as I see Christian slumped over the steering wheel. As I reach over to him and call his name, he does not respond at all. I can feel the tears start to trickle at the corner of my eyes. I jump out of the car and run to his side. As I begin to scream at the top of my voice, Mason pulls him out of the car.His body is lifeless, his arms dangle to the ground, and his head is falling loosely to the back. There is blood all over his face, but I cannot see where it is coming from. I can not see any other wounds, but it does not mean that they are not there. Why is he not moving? The crash was not really that hard, but then again, Christian was not wearing his seat belt as I asked him to do.I watch in horror as Mason takes his wrist to feel for a pulse. He does not say a word, but I know that there is not one. Then he puts his ear against his chest. And as he begins CPR, I know that Christian'

Should I feel bad because I asked, okay, perhaps ask is too subtle for what I did, but the question is, should I feel regret that I chased her out of a home that should be hers. Well, ask me that in the morning, perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. I am fairly leaning towards won’t at this stage. One thing that Christian Caine does well, is hold a grudge, and I hold it for long. Yes, she is the woman that I love, but in the same breath, she is the woman that lied to me.We have had, at the beginning of our relationship, kept our secrets from one another, but I can, in all honesty, say that this does not even compare to any of those. It would have sat far better with me if she told me then; I could have been mad but grateful. Now, now I am angry and furious. Now, as for my mom, yes, I am somewhat upset with her too, but I do understand that running away from my father is what she felt she should do. I just wish that she never involved Cass

…Cassandra POV… Christian has just stood up; now, if I think that he was getting up to go outside or even to gents, then I am sadly mistaken. He is walking to the edge of the stage where I am standing. He comes straight up to me, and I immediately drop my eyes to my feet. I think I can just about die right now. But then he whispers, “Heather, I know you are new, so I am going to help you with this. I have been there before, so I will show you how it is done.” I swallow hard and try to form the softest words from my mouth, but I can barely move. I don’t know if I should be getting aroused at that damn sexy voice or if I should be pissed that he is offering to climb into a shower with another girl. So with only but one finger, I lead him onto the stage, and god, it is there, the electricity, the heat, it is so unmistakable. Is it just me, or does he feel it too? I immediately pull away and show for him to take off his clothes. But then he gets t

Last night was torture as she ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted. She laid spread over my body in nothing but pink lace, but yet all there was is an empty space that is only meant for her. Cassandra Cummings has been my undoing in more than one way.So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for her to show for her shift at the club. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me again. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms once more. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.Then I see her as she steps out of the dressing room, she

Cassandra, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captive my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but, yet I think that it is one for her, and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.What else is not a game, is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore, let alone be in the silence of what used to be our home. The club has become my home for what might seem to be on a permanent basis as I have not gone home for several nights in a row now. I do not want to be alone between the walls that should be filled by her presence. I have moved, very much to the annoyance of Josh, a bed into my office where I spend my nights in blissful agony alone.And here is wh