Cassie Ainsworth Novels & Stories

She offered a small, reassuring smile. “Come,” she added gently. “Let’s just find a way to help you get comfortable.” After a brief hesitation, Carmel gave a small nod and gestured for Dino to assist their father. “There’s a waiting area inside said Miss… ahm…” She stopped mid-sentence, turning back to Cassie with uncertainty. “We… we don’t even know your name,” she admitted shyly. Cassie smiled. “I’m Cassie,” she said. “And this is my husband, Ashton.”

I was dating this woman, so I was on cloud nine! And in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too. Cassandra, often Cass for short, was a former gymnast and rightfully so she had the body that came with it. Muscled, toned, and athletic. Amazing in an orange thong. Or any thong, for that matter. She still did gymnastics multiple times a week, but not on an Olympic scale like she did when she was younger. Her sunny disposition in life made everyone who met her like her. How could you not? And yet, I was the one who had scored this hot-bodied, genuinely nice person.

"I can't believe they let trash like you into this academy." The magic stirred in my chest, responding to my anger. I felt the familiar warmth spreading through my veins, begging to be released. The plants on the windowsill rustled without any wind. "You don't know anything about me," I said, taking a step forward. "We know enough," Cassie said, standing up. She was taller than me, and she used the height to her advantage, looking down at me like I was something she'd scrape off her heel. "We know you're a homewrecking whore who can't keep her legs closed."

The thought of not having her with me did that – drove me wild and restless enough for me to dig into Cassie's history. I'm not sure if I was eager to find any dirt on her or I was just bored, but Goddess, I found out a handful, okay. How Cassie had lied about her two years in college where she'd met her mate – Wayne – and gotten pregnant with her daughter, Olivia. After she came back, sweet little Cassandra decided to live by "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." The crown was her goal, and not even a mate and a child were going to stop that.

Cassie had never felt more underdressed in her entire life. “Good afternoon. I’m Cassie Peters. I work as Mr. Callahan’s personal assistant. I just came by to pick up my laptop.” She explained as she slipped said laptop into her satchel. “And you are?” The woman tried to scowl at Cassie like the very idea of someone not knowing who she was personally offended her but as her face was still moderately stiff, she settled for a glare. “I’m Bethany.” “Nice to meet you, Bethany.” Cassie greeted and extended her hand for a quick handshake. Bethany eyed her hand like it was a piece of mold growing in a clutter of unwashed dishes for so long that she slowly put it away.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Claw said with a half-smirk painted onto his face. Cassie grinned, looking down at the table as she chomped. “I’m a vice-principal at a adjacent tall school, Candlewood,” she said. “I spend a part of time attempting to re- coordinate kids onto the right path.” “And how is that going?” Claw asked. Cassie flickered. It was something she hadn’t thought approximately. Any life past the modest universe of the office where they had illustriously fucked appeared like a far-off memory.

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

“I’m a chef by profession, a fitness coach, an entrepreneur, and, in case you don’t know, the CEO of CasRoe Wellness Center.” The words hung in the air, silencing both women. Angel blinked, checking her phone in disbelief. “You? But you look different in your videos. I’m not a fan of CasRoe, but some of my friends are.” Cassie shrugged. Angel looked like one of those people who could eat endlessly and remain impossibly thin. “Well, nature has favored you with a thin figure,” Cassie said lightly. “Now cook for Mom. Can’t you see she’s hungry?”

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.