CASSIE’S POV
” Do I look okay?” I asked to my makeup artist.
She clicked her tongue and guided me in front of the wall mirror. For a second, I looked nervously at my reflection but when my brain captured my reflection in the mirror, my lips curled up into small smile.
I’ve been dressed in a scarlet, classy gown which was backless and sophistically exposing my cleavage. My smooth and jet black hairs were cascading down my shoulders. Teamed up with blood red lipstick and seductive eyes, indeed I look like an epitome of gorgeousness.
Call it my luck or blessing of god that I’ve been born with perfection. Everything about me screams attention. When I step outside, every pair of eyes turn in my direction, some in jealousy and some in appreciation. And trust me, I love that feel when I become everyone’s center of attraction.
” Perfecto.” I clapped my hands and blew a kiss at my reflection.
” Mam, there are fans outside your house. Would you like to meet them?” My personal assistant asked, almost drooling over me.
I smirked. I can’t blame his hormones after all I know I am hard to resist. ” Not now, I have to attend the party.”
He nodded and called the driver to bring my car on front door. I took one last glance in the mirror and then walked to my car.
Chauffeur opened the backseat door and I slowly sat inside while managing not to crease my gown. As the driver turned the engine on and started driving the car, whole surrounding was filled with thousands of people who happens to be my fan. I smiled and waved them before closing my eyes and leaning into leather seat.
Being a celebrity is not an easy job. In fact it’s tiring when it comes to my fans.
It’s been four years since my debut album was released in market and after that, I been praised for my singing talent like there’s no tomorrow.
Singing is like a drug for me and my songs are the drug for my fans. Beautiful, isn’t it?
” Mam, we are here.”
I nodded and waited for my bodyguards to open the door and as they did, I stepped out. Once again every pair of eyes were on me but it didn’t made me uncomfortable instead I was thrilled. I smiled at the paparazzi who were constantly clicking my pictures. Tomorrow I am going to become the face of every magazine’s front cover and headlines of every news channel.
Ah. Now this is life!
After posing for the cameras, I made my way inside and held a confident expression.
” Ladies and gentleman, here comes the sizzling beauty, Cassie Fox. A huge hand of applause for her everyone. ”
I smiled and searched my eyes through the crowd to find some familiar figures. Actually they all were familiar to me since they all belongs to classy background but it isn’t like they all are of my standard. I mean come on, I am Cassie Fox… No one can match my standard well until my eyes fell on none other then Max, my Max.
He was seated on the corner, looking bored as hell. I blushed, profusely as the images of us having s–x invaded into my mind. After taking one long breath, I approached him and took a seat beside him.
He startled for a moment before rolling his eyes and maintaining distance from me. I pouted and grabbed his hand which he instantly shoved away as if I was some germ.
I maintained a neutral face although from inside my heart shrunk.
” Are you stalking me?” He asked in irritation.
I shook my head with a smile and for a moment admired his face. He’s no less than a Greek god. Everything about him tells the story of his perfection and class.
” Don’t forget that you’re my whore not my girlfriend.” He spat, gulping the shot down his throat.
My gaze fell on my lap and I had an almost wish to laugh at the irony. I had given him my virginity and he’s calling me his whore?
But it’s okay. I have no problem in being his whore if it means having a chance to be with him even if it’s just for s–x.
I know that he loves my body but I love him. Yes, I love Max Costello since I was twenty one and it’s been four years but still my love for him, never faded away.
He may think of me as a cheap slut who’s clinging to his dear life but in reality he has no idea that to how much extent, I love him. My love for him is pure more than anything else.
He must be thinking that we have met last night for the first time. But actually, I’ve been waiting for him since four f–cking years. Yesterday’s night, he was totally drunk and wasted and when he showed a little interest in me, for a minute I thought that he do feels something for me but when his hand roamed over my body, I realized that how wrong I was. He just wanted s–x from me after all he’s player. What else can I expect from him? But I showed equal interest in him because I wanted him to notice me. I gave him my virginty which I always treasured because from the start only I had decided that my virginity belongs to Max only.
Let me confess something that I didn’t enjoyed the s–x. It was rather brutal than pleasurable. He was rough, way rough for my first time but why should I blame him? He was drunk and probably had no idea that I was virgin. I faked moans and scream just to make him believe that I was actually enjoying.
And today when he called me, I knew that he wanted to f–ck me but still after being sore, I went to his place to offer him my body. He was rough on me and it didn’t took any rocket science for me to understand that he was removing his frustration on me. In someway or another, I was happy that at lest I am some help for him. He didn’t shared his problems with me but at lest he felt relieved by removing his frustration on my body.