“Maybe that is how your world operates but that’s not how I live my life. I’m far more interested in literally anything else besides how many zeros someone has in their bank account. Stop projecting your weird elitist shit on everyone else and go crawl back to my gold digger sister.”
I go to take a step away but he matches my move, blocking me in once more. His eyes haven’t left mine, honestly, they feel like they never will as he stares at me in silence for several seconds.
“I can’t,” he says, his raspy voice practically rumbling the walls.
“Can’t what?”
Those deep brown eyes come to me, so much intensity in them it’s almost hard to breathe.
“I can’t go back to her when you’ve infiltrated my goddamn head. You’ve wormed your way in and I can’t fucking get you out,” he snaps like he’s furious with me.
I’ll be honest, it feels validating to know that I have the same effect over him that he does over me. Not like I’m going to share that piece of information willingly, though.
Shrugging a disinterested shoulder, I look away from his heavy eyes as I speak.
“I don’t know what to tell you, maybe you should have left for Boston when you had the chance. Or better yet, maybe you should leave now.”
I’m met with silence for several moments before I feel a gentle finger press against my chin, slowly forcing my gaze back to his, surprised to find his mouth only inches from mine as he speaks.
“I’m confident there isn’t a land far enough where you would escape my thoughts. I could travel to the ends of this world, and it wouldn’t be far enough to get you out of my head.”
I’m shook to my core, frozen in place. Goosebumps race againstmy skin and my feet turn to led. How does one respond to that? How do I even know how I want to respond to that?
Nico’s eyes scan my own, as if he was searching for something, whatever it is, it seems like he finds it as he leans in closer and closer. So close, that I abandon every bit of freewill or determination I possess as I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable.
Instead of the familiar feeling of his lips on mine, though, I feel his forehead pressed to my own.
“You’re going to be the very death of me Cassi Fischer.”
Chapter Thirteen
Cassi
Igot the hell out of there. I mean, I had to. The moment was too intense, his words were too perfect. I could still feel where Alec sucked on my neck while I rode his cock and there I was standing in my family’s kitchen ready to risk it all with my sister’s boyfriend. I had no choice, I bolted away from him before he could say one more perfect thing and took off for my room.
I ended up tossing and turning for over two hours before I was finally able to fall asleep. Unfortunately for me, my alarm came way too fast and the deep dark circles beneath my eyes are proof of that.
Despite taking a practically cold shower in hopes it would wake me up, I’m dragging my feet through the house as I put on my makeup with barely open eyes and slip into an outfit for work. Jeans and a short sleeved blouse is more than dressy enough for my boss. He’s pretty laid back unless my shirt hangs down a little too low. The man is a prude to say the least, which is odd because I didn’t think men had it in them, I thought they were all whores who thought about sex all the time. Not David, though. A little cleavage to him is like garlic to a vampire.
I was grateful I was the first person up this morning but even knowing that, I wasn’t going to run the risk of going to the kitchen for anything. I don’t need a repeat of last night.
Heading straight for my car, I start it up as I glance at my phone for the first time. A few concerned text messages from Alec because I didn’t text him that I was home safe last night. Shit. Guilt gnaws at me as I quickly type out an apology and let him know that I’m on my way to work. His reply comes way too fast to be coincidence. He was waiting for me, and now I feel like a fucking ass.
Alec: I’m glad you made it safe. Have a good day at work. I had the best time last night.
I smile at the text, though I can tell it’s not a full smile. It’s a tight one, a sad one, because I had a great time last night too…right until we got to his bedroom. It’s not that it was bad. I came, he came. It was fine. It was the context behind it, the underlying thoughts and desires that has the encounter soured in my mind. This messy web of feelings, illicit desires mixed in with an old flame has me feeling like I’m brewing up my own personal Molotov cocktail than starting an actual relationship.
I also see that I have a missed text from Naomi and one in our group chat from Arianna saying the cell service is shit out at the family lake but she can’t wait to talk to us soon. I heart Arianna’s message and decide to Facetime Nay for ease.
Clicking my phone into the window holder, I back out of the driveway as I head to work. The call rings and rings before she finally answers.
“Do you know what time it is?” she rasps.
“Ass crack of dawn, but your alarm goes off in ten minutes anyways.”
She glares at me through the phone. Despite the room being practically pitch black, I still see her nose wrinkle in irritation as she wipes the sleep from her eyes.
“You know how blissful those last ten minutes are?” she groans as she rolls over in bed.
