Dean Cain Novels & Stories

Cali snorted from the couch adjacent to the L couch we were occupying. I gave my sister a questioning look and she sighed, shaking her head. “Never believe everything that comes out of Klausian’s mouth, Ren.” “What do you mean?” I stared at Klaus who wore a blank face as he lifted Griffin on his lap, slumping down on the carpeted floor. Devin wrapped his arms around my shoulder, “he doesn’t have a son, agápi mou.” (my love) “What?!” I blurted out, “you said you have a son, the same age as Griffin.”

Of course, she didn’t notice his movement, because her eyes remained on Roy the entire time. “Roy, you’re here just in time to meet Cassandra’s cousins.” Caleb began in an attempt to break the ice, “Kylie, Kennedy, that’s Roy, he’s my….deputy, Roy, meet Kylie and Kennedy, Cassandra’s cousins.” “Hi.” Roy said, his eyes never leaving his mate. She was so much more beautiful in person than in those dull pictures, he particularly loved her head of full, springy curls. There was no doubt in his mind that he would fully enjoy grabbing hold of all that hair while he had his way with her or playing with the curls while they spoke lengthily about any and everything.

“But he’s had people do it for him, right?” “Honestly, Cassie. It wouldn’t surprise me. The guy is a self-made billionaire. He didn’t just get to where he’s at by working stupidly hard. He’s had to hurt some people in the process, and I know this through my cousin.” “Your cousin?” “Yep. Let’s remember that Brian knows Devin, just like some of my other family members. Devin Deacon knows a lot of people And you are the first person he’s ever listened to and I mean it. His exes never once stood a chance of having any type of control over him. He’s a hard-headed, no-shit-taking, kind of person. But you hold a spell over him.”

“More than I should. You see parts of me that feel safe. The parts that remember what it was like before everything went to hell. But I’m not ready for anything new. Not while the war is still raging. Not while I’m still trying to figure out how to lead without my father. Not while I’m already tangled up with Nico in ways I don’t even understand yet. I can’t promise you anything right now. I can’t even promise myself anything.” Cain nodded slowly. He didn’t look surprised. Just sad. “I know. I’m not asking for promises. I’m not asking you to choose tonight. I just needed you to know where I stand. I cut ties with Adrian. I chose your side. And I’ll keep choosing it. Even if it means I get no

He had enough money to last ten lifetimes. So why did he feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown? His fists clenched. He had spent his life being the strongest, the deadliest. But this... this craving for something permanent? This desire for something deeper, something true? It terrified him. And Kane Shawn had never been afraid of anything.

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.