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Cal wouldn’t have told her. How could she know he’d had a vasectomy if…. Jacob fell onto her sofa and let himself laugh. Truly laugh, for the first time in a long time. His head fell back and his smile grew so wide it had cracked across his face. What Marlow had said last night was true. Cassie was too smart to fall for Coral’s stories without investigating. Cassie was too passive letting him sleep with her the night before. And she’d been way too good in bed. She’d taken over with too much confidence to not remember how. Cassie wasn’t asking him questions she would have been if she’d really lost all her memory. Cassie didn’t even have the same drive for the same interests she had when she w

I’ve been figured out. I nod “It didn’t seem like the worst way to start though.” She laughs and nods her head in agreement with me. Cassie opens her door, her hair in a haystack, eyes still sleepy. “Did I hear something about coffee?” Sarah and I both laugh, then she gives me a knowing look before entering what I assume to be Rita’s room with my peace offering coffee.

, Precious said angrily, she unlock the door and came down from the car. " Cassie", Sean rush out from his car and run towards her. He stood before her, making sure she doesn't leave. "I am not perfect Cassie, what do you expect me to do just to bring you back, because I can't sleep well without you by my side" Precious held herself tightly so she won't fall for his emotional words," If you don't know how to please a girl, then forget about me and step out of my way", She pushed him aside and walk away.

CASSIE THREE MONTHS LATER "Cas, your mum's calling again," Jeanne called out to me. "Damn it," I hurried into our shared office and grabbed my phone, "Hey mum." "I've been calling you all day," my mother grumbled, "The reason you have a phone is for communication darling. If you aren't going to pick your calls, we may as well start sending you post letters." "Did you need something or is dad not around for you to nag?" I teased.

And just like that, their strange, calculated marriage continued—balanced between ambition, convenience, and a partnership neither of them had fully anticipated. Night settled heavily over the suite. Cassie sat at the small desk, the glow of her MacBook illuminating her face as her fingers moved steadily across the keyboard. In the adjoining room, muffled sounds slipped through the wall—Zandrie, once again, busy in a very different way with a woman whose name Cassie neither knew nor cared to ask. She barely registered it. Until— “Ah… shit.” Her breath hitched as a sharp, searing pain tore through the pit of her belly, radiating outward like fire.

But put me in a cafeteria full of chatting employees, and suddenly I forgot how chairs worked. I grabbed a tray, chose food I barely looked at, and carried it to an empty corner table. Fine, I told myself. Observe first. Socialize later. Maybe tomorrow. I had barely taken two bites when a cheerful voice appeared beside me. “Is this seat taken?” I looked up. Cassie stood there, holding a tray overloaded with fries and juice. Today she wore a bright yellow cardigan over a white top, the colour making her copper-red hair glow. Freckles dusted across her shoulders and collarbone like scattered paint. She looked like sunshine made human.

That, more than anything, made her throat tighten. “You’ll stay here,” she said quietly. “But we keep our distance. Got it?” Cassian nodded. “Got it.” That night, the bed was far too large for two people trying to pretend they didn’t notice each other. Cassian lay on the far side, a wall of pillows between them, reading something on his tablet. Eden turned out the lamp on her side. “What are you reading?” “Financial Times.” She laughed softly. “Of course you are.”

Clara's POV Cassie called me that evening. “Ellie told James and me what happened in the garden today," she said. "She described it in full technical detail including the soil colour difference and the hypothesis about the hydrological network." “She has a good eye," I said. “She has Edmund's notebook," Cassie said. “She has her own notebook," I said. "She got Edmund's old one," Cassie said. "The first one. He gave it to her last summer. He said a first notebook needed to go to someone who would use it properly."

I said and showed her my thumb. “It may look like a superficial wound, but we have to cleanse that or it might get worse. Come, sit here, hun.” She patted the empty chair in front of her desk and I sat there obediently while she tended my wound. “So, I believe you are the niece of the headmistress?” “Um, yeah. My name's Cassidy, by the way,” I said, feeling a bit awkward. It seemed like everybody knew about me. News does travel fast in this school I guessed.

They could then slip away on a private jet and disappear back into obscurity in the safety of a small island. “Good morning,” Cassie greeted him, coming out of the bedroom. Her dark hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and the thin white men's t-shirt did nothing to hide her curves. She stretched, and the shirt rode up, exposing the bottom hints of pale pink lacy underwear. Wyatt's upper brain stopped functioning as blood rushed south. Cassie didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him. She walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, joining him at the small table.