The Casanova Novels & Stories

His fingers were also tainted. Vincenzo and I had been done with our meals long before him, so we only sat and watched in visible disgust as he licked his fingers messily. When he was done, he sighed and leaned back on the chair. “That was orgasmic”, he said, beaming at us. “Of course it was”, Vincenzo said. “Although, I wonder how you would know that, seeing as you are sworn to celibacy. You wouldn't know what it is like to be with a woman”, he taunted.

Cas didn’t sound happy to see her, but he didn’t deny her being his fiancée. I couldn’t hear everything clearly. It felt wrong to eavesdrop, but I needed to know what they were saying. So I pressed my ear against the door after I heard Cas yelling at her. “Cassius Hemming is a fucking asshole, whose ego got hurt, and so I made a plan to date my cleaner and then dump her, get her fired, and not pay a fucking dime of the money she was owed. I'm a fucking peace of shit. Happy? Do you still want to marry me?”

I park my car away in corner so that no paparazzi catches me meeting cassandra, her being a celebrity racer it’s even hard to meet secretly not attracting much attention because even though she is new York racer, she is daughter of Sydney and people support her not to mention how many teenage boys have a huge crush on her and leaves love you, marry me, kissy faces and hearts on her I*******m account, not to mention few people who comment sexy, hot and what not! I was a step away from making lucas hack into account and grab those bastards information and torture the hell out of them, then I realized that lucas would only tease me telling how insecure and jealous am getting because of some dam

Hilary pursed her lips, obviously not wanting to drop the subject, and just when I thought I was going to have to fight her on it, she nodded, turning her attention back to her computer screen. I looked down at my case file, but all I could think of was the crazy offer that Garren had just handed me. Did he actually want me to go with him to Caspian, or was this another test? But most importantly, was I crazy for thinking about maybe accepting his offer to go to Caspian with him?

Now in his mid-to-late thirties, he had brought a conglomerate of smaller archaic banks kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century, turning them into Banque Monfort and making it one of the most influential financial institutions in the world. Cassandra saw the flush on her cheeks and scrambled for some powder to try and disguise it. There had been little on his childhood or family, just one line to say that he’d been born in the suburbs of Paris to an unwed mother. Nothing about his father. Her mouth twisted cynically. She wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest to learn that he was married. From her experience, the holy sanctity of marriage was a positive incitement for men

He turned to Leander and purred, "Tommy is a motorcycle aficionado, otherwise known as a biker with a local Motorcycle Club...who has a distinct affinity for little Hycinth here." Instantly, I felt tension rolled through Leander's chest. A fierce growl hummed out his throat, enough that Ever turned his head in our direction, his eyes immediately alert and searching for what had caused Leander's reaction. I tried to keep the panic out of my tone as I said quickly, "No. Don't even think about it! There's no romantic history of any kind there. He's harmless!" Luca snorted again, looking far too unconcerned for my tastes. "If you call staring at her tits all the time harmless, then yeah, sure."

"How did you manage to score one of those?" "Well, the elders of the Sunflower pack were gracious enough to give me the girl as a gift for sparing their insufferable lives." "So you got a sex slave?" Now that was very insensitive of me to say but Curtis wasn't the kind of person to talk if he wasn't nudged good enough. The sunflower pack had a member of the church of Cassandra and as far as scheming werewolves go, I found it increasingly difficult to believe that they had the girl for no reason at all. Curtis liked to brag. If there was something unique about the girl, I was assured that he would spill.

Just a few moments back, his eyes had moisture and he looked serious, and now. " What happened to you?" I asked. " I am enjoying our first date... " he said. " First date?? This?? You call it a date?? What happened to you, Mr Casanova? " I asked sarcastically. " He went into a coma a few years ago when the love of his life left him and went away. He just came out of the coma. It might not be a proper date, but something is better than nothing. I am happy that at least we are together, spending some time together. It is a date for me. But expect more and more romantic dates with me, my princess. "

Big iron gates swung open out of the darkness like it was meant to keep people trapped. Cameras tracked the car as we drove through the gate. Money didn’t whisper here. It loomed. And of a sudden i started feeling anxious. The car stopped in front of a massive glass-and-stone estate sitting high above the city. Lights shining from the inside, Like it was trying to pretend this place wasn’t a cage. The driver got out, opened my door. “Mr. Wolfe is waiting,” he said. Of course he was. Cassian stood waiting just inside the entrance, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark. He wasn’t wearing a suit.

Just call me anytime you want. I didn't answer that when Maeve curses and a few utensils cling. "You alright, Maeve?" I ask and call Alyssa. "Y-yeah." She answered softly. I turned back and walked off while waiting for Alyssa to answer. She did answer and I went to the balcony. "So, what now, Casanova?" "Haven't you gotten laid last night?" I asked huskily. "Hmmm. I'm waiting for you last night." "Sorry, a good thing happens," I said just to make her jealous.