Todos los capítulos de The Million Dollar Kiss: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

As I pull into Devin’s driveway, I begin getting butterflies. Am I nervous? I’ve already had sex with the guy…and gave him more than I planned. Why do I feel so damn nervous about having another date with him?”I park the car, quickly stepping out and onto the driveway. I shake the nerves off me and look at my reflection through the car window. I run my hand through my hair, fixing it and making sure it’s perfect.“I am not going to sleep with him tonight!” I say to myself, still running my fingers through my hair. “I can go the night without screwing him. I can win this bet! McKenzie will lose.”“Cassie?” Devin’s voice calls out from behind me.“Devin!” I announce, quickly spinning around, praying to God he did not just hear what I said. “Hey…”“Hey!” He says, pushing his door open and guiding me with his eyes. “Come on in, beautiful?”“Thank you!” I quickly say and suck in my bottom lip. Everything inside of me is telling me he heard me. The expression on his face tells me he heard

“Cassie?” McKenzie's voice calls out. “Cassie? Can you hear me?” “She’s still out cold.” Devin’s voice says as I slowly begin to open my eyes. “She had one hell of a temperature.” I groggily open my eyes. The two of them are standing on each side of me. I’m in the hospital and I am connected to every monitoring machine possible. I feel weak, dizzy, and cold. Me trying to sit up feels impossible as my body fights to do so. Why am I so weak and tired! “You guys?” I softly say. My throat is scratchy like sandpaper. I feel like I haven’t had water in days, and it burns with every word. “What happened?” “Cassie!” McKenzie excitedly exclaims. “You’re finally awake!” Devin turns his head away from me, looking toward the window with a relieved smile on his face. His hands as usual are sitting in his expensive pants pocket. I cough and it burns with every breath. I try talking but the sandpaper

“Are you better now?” Devin asks as he presses his hands deeper into my lower back. “Is the massage helping?”“Yes!” I softly breathe as the pleasure of his massage increases with every press of his fingers. “Go just a little lower.”“If I go any lower, I’ll be massaging your ass.”“And?” I playfully question as I gently slide my face across the comforting pillow. “Maybe I want you to massage it.”His hands slide lower, reaching the top of my ass. He presses his thumbs into my ass cheeks, swirling them and deeply caressing me, creating a spark of excitement that runs through my body.His straddle on my legs as he leans into me, kind of makes me wish I was flipped over with my underwear off. His overly large hands are nothing compared to his overly large friend in his pants.“And am I pulling your panties off?” He questions, sliding his fingers into the band of them. “I don’t have to…it just makes it easier for me to…”“Fuck me?” I question, my tone soft but slightly seductive. I know

McKenzie pushes through my bedroom door, storming in like she owns the place. “Are we going to find this mother fucker or what?” She yells, the anger pouring out of her. “Why should we?” I ask, setting my phone down and debating if I should tell Devin. “What good would it do if Devin found out about it right now? He’s in New York for the entire week. Bringing him home now will not make a difference. He’s going to beat the shit out of John no matter when he returns.” “I think you should at least tell Devin that John poisoned you.” She argues, stepping toward the bedroom window. “He’s going to be pissed if you don’t tell him about it sooner. Like, if he finds out that you held it from him, he might go harder on taking down John…and I don’t see this ending well.” “Maybe!” I say, stepping toward the bed, staring, and becoming lost in the moment. My mind flashes back to remembering how long I was lying in it before healing from what I though

“What time does the plane leave?” I question as I slide out of the shower, wrapping the towel around me and wondering if maybe I should just let him watch me get dressed.“We aren’t taking a plane,” Devin yells from the bedroom closet. “We are taking my private jet. I figured we’d leave at noon.”“And what time is it now?” I ask as my feet press against the plush carpet blanketing his floor and accenting his beautiful bedroom walls painted beige and smoother than my legs.“It’s close to eleven.”My smile makes my cheeks puff up and an excited feeling runs through me. I’ve never been out of the United States. Hell, I’ve hardly ever traveled around the United States. Not only am I going to The Cayman Islands, but I am going with my best friend and the best guy I have ever chosen in my life, and we aren’t even dating…yet.I tilt my head, looking into his walk-in closet, which, honestly looks more like another room for clothes, shoes, and a small family if he wanted.“You are shirtless.”