Cassie Ainsworth Skins Novels & Stories

I said, my tone light but my grip tightening on her. Cassie laughed it off, waving a hand. “Just these damn heels. They’re treacherous.” I stepped back as she brushed herself off, not missing the flicker of irritation that crossed her face. Cassie hated looking anything less than perfect. We piled into the car shortly after. Andrew and I took the front seats while Cassie and Leo slid into the back. The partition between us was down, and I could hear their conversation clearly, as I always did. Cassie started immediately, her voice dripping with disdain. “You wouldn’t believe the people I had to deal with today,” she said, pulling out small alcohol wipes from her purse. “One of them actually

“Baby? What is it?” Cassian looked up at her. “I heard the bad song again.” Elias stiffened. Cassie crouched down. “The… song?” Cassian nodded solemnly, his words slow. “The lady with no skin sings it. She says she’ll take you away.” Cassie’s hands trembled. Bain entered the room a second later, gun still tucked in the back of his waistband, a cold sheen of sweat across his brow. He’d just returned from one of Malthea’s binding rituals.

“I’m sure you’ll like this one, Sir. Lucky for us, her body can pull off any outfit” Lucky for us? I ground my teeth waiting for Cassie. She came out a few minutes later. The heels being the first thing I saw before skimming through her thighs stopping just where that blue dress formed a v on her thighs revealing creamy skin. It hugged her curves as well and my mouth fucking salivated for a touch, a bite as I glided upwards, past the slit of the dress on her stomach that revealed a tight waist, tons of olive skin walking up to her ribs and up to her cleavage, those squished boobs calling onto me.

“Okay let's get a shot from the side. Can you look up and into the distance for me, Cassie?” Drowning out the noise in the busy studio, Cassie obeyed the photographer’s orders as usual. “How much longer do I have to stay this way?” She whined. He only chuckled and changed his position to take even more shots. “Alright, you can change the pose. How about some skin?” Their eyes met and she raised a brow at him “How much skin are we talking about?”

I miss fucking you. Cassie: I miss that too. Reggie: What are you wearing? Cassie: A pair of shorts and a tank top. Why? Reggie: I want yo to strip. I am going to video call you. Cassie: Hold on a moment. Let me head to the guest room. I am with Asher. Reggie: Don't keep me waiting.

She practically ran through TSA, cursing a few agents on the way to Jim. Cassie was in a tiny pink bikini top and a pink thong that was covered by her tiny batty rider shorts, as Jamaicans call it. But to the rest of the world, it’s known as booty shorts. All she had on her feet were a pair of pink, rubber flip-flops. "OK, here — take my coat,” Jim gave her his coat, laughing at the scenario. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” Cassie grunted. Jim raised his hands in surrender. “No, no I wasn't—let's just get you to Mitch.”

Cassie probed as I rifled through my wardrobe for whatever remaining clothes had made the trip to London. “I don’t know. He keeps sending me mixed messages. He definitely enjoys the sex, but I’m not sure if he still sees me as just a possession. I don’t know,” I replied honestly. Cassie slipped into a floral skirt and long sleeved top, adding the extra cute factor with a pair of high heels I wouldn’t dream of wearing. In comparison to my go-to jeans and t-shirt, she was Malibu Barbie. A touch of makeup and a flick of her hair, and she looked ready to conquer the world. While I looked like I had spent the day doing housework.

“It is.” Isla leaned forward. “What does that mean?” He hesitated. His fingers tapped the table once, twice. Then he looked at her, really looked. Her copper hair was pulled back, but he imagined it loose falling in waves down her back. Her green eyes held something sharp and soft at once. Her skin was pale, freckled, glowing faintly in the cafeteria’s dim light. She was beautiful. Sweet-looking. But not soft. There was steel in her spine, and Kael felt it every time she challenged him.

But he looked at the gun, and his cowardice won out, he didn't want to die, so he kept driving. Up in the city, a black SUV pulled up to the curb of Giovanni’s. Currently, it is the hottest spot in Brooklyn. Cassie Stone was making her first public appearance since the Azure Tower scandal. "Ready?" Aser asked, squeezing Cassie’s hand in the backseat. Cassie took a deep breath and smoothed the red silk. Her choice of dress was deliberate and aiming to make a statement. "Ready," she said. The door opened. Matthew, looking formidable in a dark suit with an earpiece, stepped out first.

Not when her enthusiasm had pulled me back from the brink more than once. We flew privately that evening, courtesy of Andrew's final gesture of respect for a man whom he claimed was not his ex but rather his "aesthetically gifted asset handler." Cassie sat across from me, peering at her laptop as she scrolled through satellite images of the metro vault. She was intently focused. Her fingers rushed across the keyboard. Her face was illuminated only by the faint light, revealing the shape of her jawline, the lines of her cheeks, and the thin scar below her lip, which she claimed to have gotten in a fencing match, although she had actually fallen during seventh grade.