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I put on stiletto heels and grabbed a purse. I glanced at myself in the mirror. First impression matters a lot. Spraying my perfume, I took one last glance at the mirror and stepped out. My phone rang while on my way to meet Wells. I checked the caller ID. It turned out to be my best friend, Cassey. Cassandra Kim. Cassey for short. She is half Korean, half American but when one sees her, she doesn't look Asian at all. Her complete American genes took over. Cassey was the complete opposite of me. She has a body to kill for. Her hour glass figure that makes her fit to be a model. She is a full time model who also writes for fun. She writes novels and they are my favourite. Cassey is an extrove

He quickly put the call on hold to view the picture he had sent and discovered it was a light skinned lady with a body con skirt and red stiletto heels. Cassie wears stilettos. Is this what she's been up to? He immediately returned to the call, “Let me deal with that okay?” “Alright sir,” he responded and hung up. Mr. Grey grinned happily and allowed Matt pluck the note from his hand. He read through it and smiled. “I guess this is coming from one of your numerous girlfriends,” he teased. “Not just anyone, it's Cassie,” he said with a warm smile that almost took all of his strength and sat down.

Did his face mean absolutely nothing to her? His fans were screaming their heads off outside the set today. Did Cassandra just not have a "hot guy alert" system? Cassandra gave him an irritated glare. "You're really getting on my nerves." Harley heard the annoyance in her voice and reluctantly stood up straight. He was tall and lean, with a perfect physique. Cassandra was only about 1.6 meters tall. Even in heels, she looked tiny next to him. She kept her arms crossed, looking completely over the conversation.

”I asked this time my voice vibrating with authority. Cassie twirled her hair, which she wore in long, black micro braids. She made my cock so fucking hard with the little devilish smile she wore. It had the innocence of a young girl, but her eyes told me that she wanted me to fuck her until it hurt. She looked up at the ceiling, as if she was in trouble, but was loving every second of it. “Well…” she said, taking a breath and a long pause as she approached me like a cat.

"Principal’s office. Now." Cassian chuckled. He stood up to his full height, easily towering over me. He was six-foot-two and built like a professional athlete, while I was five-nine and wearing a knit sweater that was two sizes too big. He stepped into my personal space, deliberately trying to use his size to intimidate me.

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 almost couldn’t recognize you, my dear. Looks like you’ve gained weight.” Cassie struggles to beam a confident smile but fails. “It’s nice to see you, too, Mrs. Raptis.” She anxiously pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Actually, I am at my ideal weight.” Becoming a confident and successful young girl after all those years, Cassie shouldn’t be intimidated by Emily but she just can’t help it. Even lots of male fans who adore her alluring physique is not enough for Cassie to be confident against this woman’s criticizing gaze.

Cassie POV I stood in front of the mirror and tugged at my cocktail dress, wishing it were just a little bit longer. Formal dinners had never been my thing - having to make smalltalk and pretend to like people who would willingly stab you in the back at the first opportunity. But there I was, preparing in the same way I imagined warriors preparing for war. “You ready?” I heard Vasilios ask from behind me, and I spun around in fright. “Yeah, I guess so,” I scrunched up my nose as I looked Vasilios up and down. “Although I look like an escort girl next to you.”

A shriek that didn’t need echo—it was strong enough, shrill enough, to split marble. I sank lower into the cushions. My fingers knotted around the stem of my glass. “Finally,” I whispered, “she has arrived.” But it wasn’t a polite knock. It was ownership. I knew her entry style—I didn’t know if I should be terrified or proud. The front door banged open, and her energy burst in with half suitcase trailing behind her. Cassie swept in, every gesture loud and unfiltered. Her outfit? A bright pink crop top that left her midriff bare, denim shorts so short they startled me, and strappy sandals that would click-clack into the staff’s nerves if she stayed long.

THIRD PERSON POV Vale stopped by Cassie’s apartment. Cassie is the trainer she set up for Salvatore. She had joined hands with Landon’s a few times in causing an uproar in the city and had encountered many gruesome experiences. She’s 20 years old, and Salvatore is 21 years old. Vale could visualize how ugly Salvatore’s face was when he knows that Cassie will be his trainer. Cassie is not a soft-hearted woman. She had her own dark past, which is yet to be solved.