Cassie POVDamian's kiss was nice, but I guess I have been watching way too many romantic movies where the first kiss between the couple results in fireworks, because a part of me had been expecting a toe curling kiss... and it just wasn't.There was still that fizzle of electricity between us, but I can't say that I was overwhelmed by his kiss. I thought about it on the drive home, wondering why I didn't react to him even though I was attracted to him, and the only reason I came up with was Vasilios. Fucking Vasilios. I clambered into bed as the sun was just starting to rise on the horizon, only to be rudely awakened an hour later by my ringing phone. “Hello?” I croaked into the phone, my eyes still closed. “You're a stripper?” Eliana's angry voice made my sit up in bed. “What?” I responded, trying to gather my thoughts enough to try and put together a plausible story. “Don't bother trying to tell me otherwise, Cassie. Enzo spilled the beans on you. Interior designer my arse!”

Cassie POVI nodded, putting my phone on the table. “The woman locked my phone!”Vasilios chucked and put his phone next to mine. “You're not alone. She locked mine too and the only person I can call is her.”I sighed and shook my head at my best friend's antics.“You gave me one hell of a shock when you entered that strip club,” he admitted, picking up the wine glass only to put it down again without taking a sip. “I gave you a shock? Try being told someone actually paid your ridiculous private fee only to discover that person was you!” Vasilios chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Your facial expression was brilliant. I wish I had a camera to capture it… although the entire experience has been tattooed in my mind for all eternity.”The blush which raged across my face was unstoppable, leaving my cheeks feeling as if they were on fire. “Let's just say, I'm extremely grateful that I'm the only one who has got to experience that particular pleasure,” he added with a grin. I h

Cassie POVThe sound of a blasted car alarm woke me up, and I pulled a pillow over my head, a feeble attempt to drown out the annoying sound. It felt as if I had just woken up after being used as a punching bag for a middle school wrestling team, and I groaned into the pillow as my whole body ached as I tried to roll over.The events of the night before came rushing back to me like a freight train, and I groaned again as I realised that Vasilios had seen me at my most vulnerable and grossest moment. Again. Arg! Why does shit like that always happen around him? Remembering Vasilios's presence, I pulled the pillow away from my face and looked around, half expecting him to be stretched out on the bed beside me… but he wasn't. Confused, I pulled myself out of bed and peeped around the decorative screen. There, lying half naked on my tiny couch, was Vasilios - his head propped up on a cushion and his legs dangling off the edge, looking highly uncomfortable. And yet he slept, the soft sn

Cassie POVVasilios went out to his new club that evening, needing to be introduced to the girls and calm their apparently frazzled nerves - if Amy was anything to go by. So when I received a text from Damian asking if I was free and wanted to go to dinner with him, I immediately responded. Dressed all in black wearing my favourite leather pants, a satin blouse and my leather jacket, I climbed on my bike and sped through the New York streets toward the Hudson River waterfront in Greenwich Village. Damian had offered to pick me up, but I didn’t want Vasilios’s man to see me leave and report back to his boss that I’d gone with another man. I guess those college years of me sneaking about was more ingrained than I thought. “You came,” Damian said brightly as I pulled up beside his parked vehicle and climbed off my bike.“Of course I did,” I smiled at him and tucked a stray lock of my hair behind my ear before I looked at view as the sun was setting on the horizon. “Wow, it’s beautiful h

Cassie POVI avoided going home that night, and even long after Damian and I had said goodnight, I found myself staring at the lights shining off the Hudson River. The pier I stood on was deserted, and I probably felt more alone than I had in a while. Damian had refused to explain the title he'd been given as elected King of the Lonewolves, but that was alright. I didn't feel like being dragged into politics anyway - and he was entitled to his secrets. “I know that Kythira feels like you belong to him, but if you ever feel unsafe with him, come and find me. I'll always keep you safe,” Damian had told me before he kissed my forehead and walked away. After about half an hour of roaming the waterfront, I got on my bike and drove slowly back to my apartment, dreading the confrontation with Vasilios. Only, I shouldn't have bothered. As I was fumbling for my apartment keys, I heard his voice. But instead of the sound coming from my own apartment, it came from across the hall, from Ann