Dean Cain Novels & Stories

------------------ Merliah’s Point of view. ------------------------- “Than-” Dean tried to speak but suddenly fainted. “Deannnnnnnnnn !!!!!” I shouted. I immediately asked for help to lift him into my unit because I knew nothing about the password of his unit. The stupid dean fainted before opening his unit. I called my personal doctor to check on the dean's condition. "Looks like he fainted due to exhaustion, dehydration, and low blood pressure." Doc just gave me medicine and reminders before he left.

I try not to stare at Christian too intensely—just enough to let him know I appreciate his help. The Dean’s cowering gaze turns to Cassie and she gawks back at him, her gaze one of fear and surprise as he asks her, “Well, can you?” Even now, the Dean is still trying his best not to offend her so it does not get to her parents, but there’s only so much he can do to ensure that in the presence of someone like Christian. Christian’s reputation far surpasses that of anyone else in this room. Cassie begins to stammer, her eyes darting every which way around the room like the answers are written on the walls.

Layla avoided eye contact, stammering, "W-what do you mean?" Haley continued, "Dean is 28, a trusted assistant to Shane. He's pretty busy with work, but his relationship history is completely clean. He even owns a place in downtown Jasper City. So, what do you think? Satisfied with these conditions?"

Chapter 24 About thirty minutes later, the door opened and Hannah walked in again. Caitlyn paused her typing and raised her head to face her as she stood beside the table. "Mr. Martin King is here..." Caitlyn's heart immediately skipped a beat as she blinked rapidly. "Should I bring him in?" Caitlyn opened her mouth, but she couldn't utter any words. She lifted her right hand to her chest and squeezed her shirt, her eyes shaking and looking around in confusion.

“ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.” The sudden clap of hands echoes in the room, the crisp sound demanding for our attention. Both of our heads turn to stare in the direction of the clap. There at the door stands a fucking tall, handsome man, I can only guess he is 6’4. He is freakishly hot, with a rugged look that makes my knees weak. His jaw is so sharp it can cut through anything “ Quite a show you both have going on,” He says casually as he leans on the door. A huge rugged smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Tell me, Santino, is this her?”

I asked. When Devin came up to the window, I was even more confused. Why was he here? Probably here to spout off more useless information. Devin was someone who worked in the fields tending to the vegetables. Sometimes he worked in the barn with the animals but he loved to gossip. If you needed information, Devin was your man. He would tell you everything and anything you needed to know. He leaned against the wall, his skin was tan, he had his brown hair tied back, and his gray eyes were full of excitement. “I’ve got news,” he said.

He turned and walked out. Saxon lay there, hard, panting, furious. And leaking. — 11:55 A.M. Cain sat in the security control room, watching Saxon pace the courtyard like a caged animal. He wasn’t stupid—he knew what denial did to him. What a denied orgasm felt like for Saxon Rivera, a man used to being worshipped, touched, fucked on demand. This? This was Cain reclaiming power. And fuck, it felt good. — 14:00 P.M.

And I didn’t look at her. Because if we did, we’d give something away. Either the fire… or the truth behind it. “Good,” Mathew said, rising to his feet. “The council will want to see you both together at the next ceremony. I suggest you prepare accordingly. You have avoided the first one as newlyweds. However, it is not an excuse to proceed with doing so.” “We will,” I replied. “By all means, we still are newlyweds, but we do know our duties.”

The weight of it all made me anxious, which is why, in an attempt to escape my circumstances even for a short while, I agreed to meet up with my friend whom I've known since high school. His name is Cain Anderson and he has achieved great success in life, unlike my current situation. He holds the position of stand-in-CEO in one of the leading companies that encompasses various businesses. While he's not the actual CEO, he handles all the meetings and attends parties on behalf of the company.

He chuckled before extending his right hand to me, "I'm Deacon." I looked down at his hand and rolled my eyes while downing another shot, "Ivy." Deacon dropped his hand but kept his smile, "Actually, I'm a professor at Monterey Peninsula College. I teach art." "Good for you, Professor," I faked. "You have an aura about you," he studied, "You seem sad but angry. Strong, but cracked in some parts. Cold, but kind." "Any other words for what you think I am?" I growled.