Casandra was glad to know that she wasn’t the only one affected by a man like him wasn’t exactly a man she imagined would be turned on for her.
“You taste wonderful, sweetcheeks.”
Heat blossomed in her cheeks.
“I want to make this night be memorable for you and I’ll try to be gentle but I won’t promise it.”
She nodded.
Once again, he got on top of her but when she thought that he would go at it already, he kissed her on the forehead, a gesture she didn’t expect. “I want you to hold on to me. I promise I will make it better.”
Funnily enough, she trusted him.
Vincent guided her hands in his shoulder, and then wound her legs around his waist as he positioned himself between her. The bulbous head of his cock poked her there, making her a little bit fearful. He wasn’t just an average guy; he would rip her.
He pulled back, “We can still stop if you just say it right now. There’s no going back once we cross the line.” His eyes searched hers but he only found determination in them.
“Try to be gentle please.”
“I will try.”
“Then take me.”
Without hesitation, this time, Vincent laid both his hands on her hips and entered without warning. Her nails dug into his shoulder, sinking through his skin.
“Vincent!”
Vincent stayed still, his face was contorted in a concentration, sweat beaded his forehead.
After a while, the pain ebbed. She experimented on moving and wince from the pain. Vincent groaned making her realized that he was holding back just for her sake. Braving it up, Casandra told him she was ready. With one final question, if she was really sure, Vincent started moving.
She started feeling something that was building up in the pit of her belly, making her toes curled. She dug her heels in his back, meeting his relentless thrust as he pounded inside her. Soon, the familiar tug in her belly increased. Casandra knew what was coming.
“Vincent, I-I’m…” she trailed, unable to form a coherent thought.
“I know,” he cooed, his pace going faster. Not long, she was coming and Vincent continued to thrust inside her until she had orgasmed after orgasmed. When she stiffened, she knew that he was coming soon. She tightened her walls around him, making him burst.
*
For the past two weeks, Casandra made her presence scarce from the two.
After that night with Vincent which she just found out was a Billionaire businessman from the google search. It was no wonder the two let her be on her own because they know him. Anyhow, after waking up in the middle of the morning, she tiptoed her way out. Pedro, one of his trusted man dropped her off in her humble apartment. Since then, she cut all the possible tie with him even going further as changing her phone number. She was also thinking of moving to another apartment after exams, anywhere but in this place where things were familiar.
For the meantime, she focused on her school, barely getting out of her desk sometimes she forgot to have breakfast. Eventually, when she stopped, it was already dark. It had been like that for the past couple of days for her as if that would pay off the one night she slack reviewing. Thinking of it harder, Casandra felt frustrated with herself. She let a man distracted her from reviewing and what if she failed? All of the things she worked on would be all for nothing because she let her need to do the thinking for her. What’s worse, her family was back there, hoping for her to land herself a decent paying job that would take them out of a crazy neighborhood. Plus, a mother lying in a hospital bed with the bills and her financials piling up.
Fast forward the days that went, she holed herself inside her room to make up for that night, causing her dizziness from not eating on time and over staying at night.
Speaking of.
Looking at the time on her computer, it was already noon and again she missed breakfast.
She wasn’t exactly hungry right now but it was necessary to at least consume a piece of biscuit and a hot mug of coffee.
Coffee or hot chocolate?
Casandra shook her head, willing the memory away. What happened between them was just a quick itch, nothing more.
Padding her way out of her room with bare feet, still in her pajamas with her hair tied in a messy bun, Casandra rummaged through the fridge for something to eat. There was a leftover of macaroni which she took and re-heat in the microwave. While she waited, she started revising the things she learned. She was doing just fine but then, the memory of Vincent looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman flashed in her head.
Ting.
For the second time that day, she shook her head and hopped off the counter. The smell of macaroni wafted in the air and her stomachs’ churned. An acidic puke rose in her throat, sending her bolting in the bathroom to spill her stomach’s contain. There was only water but her stomach wouldn’t stop until she heaved something other than liquid. She balled her hands into a fist, trying to get control over her body.
To her horror, knocking coupled in her door.
She couldn’t go out there with her condition right now.
“Cassie, open up!” At the sound of Lisa’s voice, Casandra could breathe a little better.
Holding her breath, she got on her feet and rinse her face as well as her mouth with mouthwash. Then she opened the door, finding not only Lisa but Loren as well.
“What happened to you?” One look at her pale face, the two were already alarmed. They pushed her inside and Casandra was only glad that there was someone with her right now. She didn’t think she could manage on her own at the moment.
Loren helped her on second-hand loveseat, sitting beside her.
“I think I catch a stomach bug,” she braced her midsection for a good measure which was true.
“I already called, Dr. Johnson,” Lisa said as she sat on the opposite chair. Both women were in their low-key clothes and a shade on their head.
“You don’t have to do that, Lis but thanks.”
“We’re taking you in the hospital if sneaky paps wouldn’t hound us there,” Lisa actually looked apologetic.
“Have you eat?” Loren.
“I was going to but I started puking my guts out.”
The two didn’t look the least bit grossed out, missing her joke. She didn’t want to make a fuzz but the two were too worried to know whether she was joking.
“Why don’t you lie down first while we wait for Dr. Johnson to get here?” Lisa was already on her feet, not exactly waiting for her response. Loren helped her on her feet to her room.
Lisa flopped the pillow first to make sure she would be comfortable while Loren soothed her back. At that moment, she missed her family who she left back home. A little brother who always looked forward to seeing her coming home. She missed them dearly, making her teary.
“Come on, now, Cass,” Loren soothed.
“Yeah,” Lisa sniffled, getting teary herself. “You’re going to make us cry as well and that will be nasty.”
She laughed. “I’m just so grateful that you guys are always here for me.”
“What for that we’re sisters right?”
Casandra didn’t even know that they thought of her as a sister which was humbling.
“Right.”
“OK, let’s get you in the bed so when Johnson come we won’t be scolded by letting his patient stand until he gets here.”
“Trust me it won’t be good for us,” Loren put in.
Not wanting to be a burden any longer, Casandra followed their instructions. Once she laid in the bed, sleep claimed her right away.
*
When she woke up, murmuring voices caught her attention, the haze of sleep fading fast.
“What’s wrong with her, doc?”
She stayed still, waiting for the answer for her symptoms.
“It’s best if I leave it for her to say to you, girls. Now go away and leave her to rest.”
The two women didn’t argue and leave without a sou
nd which left Dr. Johnson and her alone. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted that.
“I know that you’re awake, Miss Mathew.”
Her eyes fluttered open, finding an elderly man in white suit. He studied her under his cylinder spectacle, making her feel like an experiment under his eyes.
“How are you feeling?”
The pounding in her head and the nausea was already gone so that was good.
“Better.”
He nodded, keeping quiet in a thoughtful way.
“What is it?” She finally asked when he didn’t say anything.
He looked at her over the rim of his glasses, “I’m not sure whether you’re delighted, Miss—“
“Call me Casandra,” she cut in politely.
“Very well, Miss Casandra. I’m going straight to the point if you’re ready.”
She forced herself to nod, not trusting her voice.
“You’re pregnant.”
Chapter Three
“I know most of you wanted to be out of here this moment but bear with me. There’s one more speech and then you lots can pack your things and go.”
The stadium full of students bursts out laughing.
“Trust Mr. Kennedy to make light of serious matters.” Loren murmured from her left while Lisa, on the other hand, was busy frowning on her phone.
“If you ladies and gentlemen welcome one of our special guest today who donated to this school for better access, I welcome Mr. Vincent Count…”
Applause emanated in the room and there strode a confident man with his hands in his pockets, looking like a model in Armani suits. The ladies weren’t shy about letting him know the charisma he had over them.
She sat frozen in her seat, holding her breath.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Casandra was sure that Lisa meant well for her but somehow what she had said reminded her of them in the club.
Do you want to get out of here?
“Had we known that he’s coming we wouldn’t have attended the seminar.”
Casandra didn’t know anymore who was talking who, her intent of being as small as possible as to not be seen occupied her mind. She couldn’t let him see her, not when…
She didn’t realize that she was gripping her chair if she didn’t look down to her lap when he faced the crowd.
“Is he looking?” she said in a tiny voice.
“Honestly?” Lisa asked.
“Y-yes.”
“He’s boring a hole in your skull right now, might as well show him you’re not affected,” Loren said, indignant. But she couldn’t wouldn’t look up. She knew if she did, it would be game over for her.
She felt like a cornered rat frozen under the eyes of a cat who wanted to eat her whole.
“I hope I’m not keeping you up,” Vincent’s deep baritone glided smoothly. Everyone was quiet now, holding on to his every word. “I will keep this short, I’m not a man of words anyway.”
She scowled, “I want you to remember me every time you close your eyes and know that it’s only me who’ll ever make you feel this way,” she repeated his words.
“Don’t talk too loudly, babe, others might think your nuts.” Loren.
Casandra didn’t even know why she was pissed at him now; it wasn’t like they have something going on. Heck, he just might be here because of this speech, not knowing that she was going here.
Yes, it was all coincidental, he had nothing to do with her just as she didn’t have anything to do with him.
This time, she looked up with her head held high but her bravado wavered a fraction when she spotted him looking head on to her. Loren hadn’t been lying when she said that he was looking, in fact, he seemed to be just talking to one person, her. She broke away their contact, unable to hold the heat in those emerald eyes too long.
She looked around whether others noticed that he was staring a little too hard to her but no one seemed to notice except the two.
All too soon, the students were heading for the exits and that included her. She blended in the crowd trying to go unseen as much as possible. Although Loren was in her side covering her and Lisa in the back, she still felt like he was looking at her.
In the background, the microphone made a scratchy noise until Mr. Kennedy’s voice came on again.
“Paging for Miss Mathews, please come see me in my office. As for the rest, please…”
Mr. Kennedy’s voice was drowned by her heart booming in her ears, she was holding down the crowd was standing motion on the spot. Somehow, she got a feeling that Vincent got his hand on this.
“Come on, Casandra, we’ll help you.” Loren urged her to keep moving and her legs just followed along.
Outside, the fresh air helped her breathed again, making her brain function. The two helped her in one of the benches and offered her water which she took gratefully.
“We can tell Mr. that you’re not feeling okay,” Lisa offered.
She was about to say no but thought better of it. If she faced him now that she was still disoriented, he would more likely win over the argument they will have. Casandra wasn’t ready for that yet, she had to gather her wits together.
“I’ll appreciate it if you do, Lis,” she looked at her friend, hating the worry she saw in their eyes.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re here for you.”
Loren stood up, “Let’s get you out of here before he sniffs you.”
Lisa put on a cap over her head like the way they would do when paparazzi was on their tail.
She couldn’t begin to thank them for all the things they did for her, Casandra wished that someday she could pay them back the same kindness they shown her.
At the sight of Loren’s black SUV, she could breathe even better.
Soon, she would be out of this town and he would never see her again.
*
Despite nausea she was experiencing again, Casandra shooed them away with the reassurance that she’d be fine. But the moment the door closed, her world turned spinning.
She braced herself against the wall, breathing raggedly. At that moment, she wished that she let them stayed for a while. She would’ve had if wasn’t selfish of her to do—
“Casandra!” Came a booming familiar voice. Dread filled her.
“Hey, what’s with the noise?” Betty, her landlord yelled.
Vincent said something to her landlord that had her saying, “Yes, she’s inside, Mr. Count. Do you want me to get the—“
“No, just stay inside your house and leave us.”
Betty agreed without hesitation and soon her footsteps faded in the distance.
She knew the moment he turned his attention to her apartment. The air seemed to thickened.
“Open this damn door, or so heaven helped me, I will break it down.”
Helpless to do anything, Casandra held her breath hoping that if she stood still he would go away.
The door busted open, revealing a haughty looking Vincent. His eyes zeroed in on her, the harshness in them melted into worry. He glided over her with ease, his windswept hair fell in his eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” his hands came around her face, searching for something that had her looking deathly pale. He looked back at her, finding nothing. From the surface anyway, rather, what he did to her that’s gotten her in this position. Funny how his grumpy attitude turned to worrisome. He was like a storm, coming to full force on her all the time.
Casandra didn’t move nor say a thing for it would be the end of her.
When she didn’t say a thing, he took it his cue to bend down and lift her up.
“No.”
He looked at her, “You can’t be standing here if you’re not feeling well.” He pointed out, gentle.
She shook her head which was a bad mistake, it only increased her nausea. Her legs blanched beneath her. Vincent was quick to catch her, and that was when puking her guts out happened. She heaved and heaved until she was shaking from it, tears cascaded down her cheeks. Ever
ything was just pressing up on her and she was exhausted. Vincent, on the other hand, had smoothed her hair away from her face while she did her business then turned into rubbing her back, whispering gentle words in her ears.
Black spots danced in the corner of her eyes and she was the willing victim to surrender from it, anything to escape the reality for the mean time.
She fell in his arms, the world blurred above her.
*
“She needs to have the nutrients the both of them requires, son. She can’t go starving herself again or she would be risking not one but both of them. I don’t want to put all the pressure on you two but this has to be done. Miss Mathew is too fragile to be supporting another life in her body and without proper care…”
Casandra had been awake for the past five minutes, she knew when doc came inside along with Vincent.
He knew her situation already and she didn’t know how to deal with it now that he found out. This was so unfair for her.
The soft click of the door brought her back to reality.
“I know that you’re awake, Casandra,” he started, his voice flat.
She turned to her side, her back to him.
He sighed. A moment later, the bed dipped and the smell of pines took over her senses, it was actually calming her.
“I want to be angry at you right now for not telling me about this, sweetcheeks, but I can’t find it in me to be. But I’m angrier to myself for being reckless, I should have known better.”
She surprised herself when she turned slightly and said, “This wasn’t meant to happen, Vincent.” Her nose was clogged which made her voice sound funny. She must look so attractive right now. “It was only meant to be a one-time fling.”
His eyes hardened, “So, it’s just a scratch you wanted to deal with, huh.”
“You’re an asshole,” she fired back with all her pent up frustration.
He stood back, physically and emotionally. His emerald green eyes lost the life he saw in them earlier.
“Fine. Act this way but know that you’re carrying my child inside you and that means you have to take care of yourself.”
She could laugh at that statement if not for the fact that it felt like he was obligating her to an obligation she didn’t understand, to begin with.
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