Gregory X Cassie Novels & Stories

She opens it hers and hugs me thanking me, then whispers “I probably shouldn’t stay long.” Mami invites her to sit and she takes a seat looking uncomfortable, but Holden breaks the ice a bit “So Gina, you are a talented jewelry artist and you are friends with this lot, but why do you seem so on edge?” Cassie glares and Gina looks down at the ornament in her lap. Holden smiles “If it is on account of your relations with my daughter you can relax, I know the girl likes both girls and boys, even if she has never told me herself.” Both Gina and Cassie turn wide eyes and mouths agape on Cassie’s father before Gina recovers. “I don’t know what to say, sir. I was hoping to be more than friends with

They found out that Marcus is very sick and is near to death sooner or later he is going to pass away. The report says that Marcus is distributing his property in between his two sons Gabriel Davila and Christopher Davila and his daughter Cassie Davila. Liam was interested in the name Cassie so he asked more about her and told Steve to tell more to me about her. Cassie just completed her doctor’s degree and is going to become a psychiatrist. As Liam stared at the beauty in Steve’s laptop he thought for a while and said “Why don’t we make her suffer instead of her scum dad” and a devilish smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Go home." "Come on," he insisted. "I miss you. Let's have fun. I'll, like, give you some money or whatever." "I'm not a whore, asshole," Cassie said, taking a drag from a half-smoked cigarette. "If you want a hooker, go online and get one." Cassie never fucked Greg again but she thought about his offer for longer than she'd ever admit.

“I love someone else. You know I do.” Victoria’s face hardened at once. “Don’t you dare bring Nicholas into this conversation!” She spat his name like it was poison. “That man has already caused too many cracks between us. And now, because of your recklessness, you want to tell me this pregnancy belongs to him? You want me to believe that?” “It’s the truth,” Cassie whispered, voice breaking. She lifted her chin, desperate, and pleading furiously. “Mom, please. It was never Ryan. I—”

Alex tells her “Well then, I think I know the best place” Cassie says with a grin, before picking out her phone from her bag The drive to Roger’s palace was filled with mostly Aaron and Cassie’s voices and occasionally, Alex’s. Aaron talked about their plans of moving into the house and Cassie told them about the new book she had been working on. They let her talk all through the drive, while Aaron kept asking her questions after questions, which she seemed to enjoy. Cassie was amused on how focused Alex was on the road, it was like the moment his palms touched the steering, he was in a whole new world.

One of the senior staffs spoke, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Here is Miss. Cassie, the company's new assistant director." Everyone immediately clapped and cheered for her. Her cloth looked very expensive and her light make up was excellent. She looked so glorified that her beauty radiates the eyes of the male staffs. But unlike other staffs, Brigitta was extremely shocked to see the new assistant director. Cassie? Cassie was her ex bestfriend. The one who alongside her stepsister had threesome with her ex-husband.

Cassie strolled out of the kitchen with an apron over her sky blue top and black jean pants, her hair was tied into a loose bun with some strands falling here and there which made her look way younger than her actual age. "Baby you're back.. and oh you also came along with Xander" Xander walked to Cassie with the two bags filled with some groceries.. She immediately snatched it away from his hand, her eyes fell on Bianca's blank face.. "Do you want to hurt his hands? you could have carried it yourself" Bianca rolled her eyes hard at her mum, since he wanted to be her second skin then he should be ready to do multiple tasks.. "That's not a problem Mrs Greg I was the one who persuaded her, we

Greg said as I reached the end of the very short aisle. I followed his arm to where he gestured to a mannequin sitting in the front row dressed in a floral dress, a pearl necklace and a large sunhat. “Is that your grandmother?” I heard myself ask, confusion evident in my voice. Greg laughed and took my hand in his, guiding me over to the expressionless figure as it sat unmoving in the chair. “Grandma, this is my fiance, Cassie.” He turned to me and smiled brightly, “I know we don’t look much alike anymore, but that’s just because she has aged.”

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.

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.