All Chapters of Mine To Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cassian's povI nurse my bottle of scotch leaning my elbows on the railings. The cold air sweeps over my face as my eyes scan the compound. The sky is a canvas of stars, their cold glow barely touching the vast darkness covering the estate. I move my eyes to the swimming pool where a silhouette of a woman swims there in a red bikini. The blue glow from the pool makes her look ethereal — until recognition slaps. It's Maya.What the fuck?I move to where she finds a couple of men, ogling at her. I take a slow step forward and that's all it takes for them to scramble away their amusement faltering.“Get out of the pool now,” I scream, startling her. She looks up, wiping the water away from her face. “Uh.”“Don't make me repeat myself.”“No,” she says, her gaze sharp. I shake my head, not believing the nerve of this girl.I move without thinking, my fingers circling her wrist. The moment our skin touches heat jolts through my body. With a sharp tug, I pull her up. She gasps, her body sl

“Maya's povI grab the work-up plan, and the saline solution to replace his vitreous humor. “You see this?” I ask, dangling the solution in the air. “I was supposed to replace it with the white gel in your eye and make you see in your left eye.”His face softens. “But now, since we're lying to each other and doing things the way we want now I guess you will have to remain a mono-eyed son of a bitch,” I mutter, throwing it on the wall. It cracks falling on the floor like the shred of trust I had for him.“Why would you do that?” He asks, looking at where the solution marks on the floor.“My question exactly.”He shakes his head. “You're a child,” he says walking out the door.I laugh, wiping away my tears. “He's the child,” I mutter, picking my things from the floor.A soft knock pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to find a house staff standing hesitantly in the doorway.“Dinner is ready,” she says. “I'm not hungry.”“You must go, sir is asking for you.”I grunt nodding. I splash cold w

Cassian's povMaya's heels click against the pristine marble floor, the sound echoing through the towering lobby. “Maya,” I call.“Maya,” I repeat. Her curious eyes meet mine, and for a second I'm pulled to her shimmering lips. “Stop looking around, eyes ahead.”She narrows her eyes at me but nods nonetheless. I take my black card from my jacket pocket, swinging it on the elevator camera.The elevator chimes open and we step in. “Hold me tight.”“What?”The elevator starts moving downwards, faster with each second. Maya's fingers claw at my arm as she steadies herself for balance. My arm circles her waist holding her in place. The moment the door opens a wave of heat and sound clashes over us. Slot machines ringing, glasses clinking, conversations overlapping in a chaotic melody of indulgence.“You okay?” I ask, watching Maya's eyes squint from the sudden brightness.She lets out a shaky breath mumbling a small yeah. “It's going to be fine, just don't talk if it's not necessary.”“Wel

Maya's povI swirl my milkshake lazily in my hand — the thick vanilla blend twirling in the glass, my mind elsewhere. Cassian's abs — wet and tout swim freely in my mind. My core throbs as Jenny's voice breaks through the chatter in the cafe.“Are you listening to me?” She asks, her voice strained. My eyes travel to the street and a man stands there, making a chill run down my spine.“Yeah, of course, what did you just say?” I ask, pulling my attention towards her.She tilts her head. “I'm saying my son's baby daddy is back in town and he wants to take my son away from me.”“What?”She sighs, “he has money Maya, he can get lawyers that will help him,” she states, her fingers drumming on the coffee table. I place my milkshake down. Here I am worried that I will be sleeping in the same bed with Cassian while Jenny might be losing her son.“Why the change in heart, I thought he didn't want him.”“I don't know either, he even dumped me when I said I wouldn't abort the baby now he is her

Maya's pov The bed dips beside me and my eyes flutter open. “What are you doing?” I ask when I feel him beside me. “Sleeping, why aren't you?” He asks, his voice hoarse.“Go on the couch,” I snap, sitting upright.He groans, the sound coming hard and raw from the back of his throat.“No, if you're not comfortable sharing a bed with me you can go on the couch,” he says, pulling the covers further to his shoulders.I throw the covers off, my skin prickling with irritation. The bathroom lights hum softly as I move towards it. Clothes are strewn carelessly on the floor — his dark pants and a white crumpled shirt. But the shirt stops me cold. A deep red smudge stains the collar, bright even in the dim light. I pick it up at the tip of my fingers. Roxanne face flashes, and the coat of lipstick she wore. He slept with her. I pull the clothes to my nose and the smell of sex follows it. I swallow the lump in my throat slapping the wall.That bastard.He marries me and then goes ahead to sle