Weapon’s car pulled up in front of William’s house following Cassandra’s directives and Cassandra got down in a jiffy. She flung the gate open, running her way towards the building without closing the gate giving a good chance to Weapon who brought out his binoculars, making use of them to monitor Cassandra’s actions as he didn’t get down with her. Cassandra got to the door and saw the symbol that the house has been taken down by the government.
“What?” she muttered, confused in every aspect.
Weapon directed the binoculars to the door and saw the sign as well. “What the hell happened here?”
He picked up his phone and called Grey.
“What’s it, Weapon?”
“She came to a house which has been overtaken by the government. From her reaction, it seems she’s not aware of the situation.”
“Alright. Find out what happened to the house and who resided there.”
“Okay boss.” he hung up.
Cassandra exited the building and entered the car. She dialled William’s number, his phone was said to be switched off. She texted him on all media she knew he uses, but he wasn’t available, thus making her message left unattended.
Just as she was about to give up, a mail notification popped up on her phone. Angrily, she clicked the mail. Hold and behold, it was William’s mail to her. It read:
“”Hey beauty,
I’m sure you are doing well at the moment. I’m sorry I couldn’t message you for a while now, I’ll sure miss that sweet pussy of yours. By the time you’re reading this, I’ll no longer be here. But you don’t have to worry, I’m not dead yet. I’m only returning to my kingdom where I belong. I’m returning to where I came from.
Sincerely, the days I spent with you are the days I really enjoyed. I enjoyed every bit of it and I might do you the honour of keeping it in my memory. That’s if I want to. Too bad I don’t want to, as my job here is completed and I don’t want to be tied down to anything here, most especially you. I confess I love your pussy and perky boobs, but your personality is way far from my liking.
This is just to inform you that you won’t be seeing me again and you shouldn’t bother looking for me because you can’t see me anywhere you search. Take care and if possible, you can continue keeping that pussy of yours for me. I love the way your husband never gets to enjoy it. You did a good one there, till we meet again.”
Cassandra couldn’t contain her surprise and pain as she burst out in tears. She cried so much that Weapon began to wonder what went wrong. He excused her by getting down from the car and staying out for a while. He hated the sound of someone crying due to personal reasons. The cry of someone can be referred to as his weakness for those who know the real him.
After some minutes, Cassandra stopped crying and cleaned her eyes. Her alluring eyes have gotten swollen.
“Let’s go.” she managed to say in her cracky voice.
Weapon got into the car and began driving. Cassandra told him to take her to a hotel as her dad must not see her in the state she was in. Else, she would be yelled at. All her dad cares about is his wealth, authority and connection.
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DERLICK HOTEL AND SUITES
Cassandra walked to the reception of the hotel she stopped by and booked a room after paying for a day with her card. Weapon was behind her, looking around vigilantly without complaint. The receptionist couldn’t take her eyes off Weapon as he looked incredibly handsome with his body build.
Cassandra used the elevator to her hotel room as Weapon followed behind silently. She unlocked the door with the hotel card she was given, and Weapon stayed outside. He couldn’t just follow her in.
“Won’t you come in?” Cassandra asked.
“No ma’am, I guess you need your privacy. I shouldn’t bother you.”
“How’s that bothering me? Come in please”
Weapon couldn’t deny her offer and stepped into the room which was nothing but a small suite. Cassandra left for the bathroom to cool off under the shower, leaving Weapon to himself.
In a few minutes, she stepped out of the toilet with her body clad in a white bathrobe. Weapon could not take his eyes off her. Her glorious body was shiny and smooth, her hair dripping wet. She picked up a small towel to dry her hair, sitting on the edge of a bed.
“Order some drinks for me please”
“Ye.. es, Al.. alright” he stuttered.
He dialled the telephone in the room and two bottles of tequila were brought by an attendant. Cassandra’s hair was finally dry. She sat on a chair as Weapon handed her a glass cup filled with the ordered drink.
He sat beside her on the chair, a few feet between them. He sipped on his drink silently and silence took place. Cassandra flicked the rim of the cup with her thumb, lost in thought.
Weapon checked his wristwatch, it was almost night.
“I need to get going” he stood up adjusting his armless top. Cassandra held his hand before he could take more steps away from her.
“Don’t go, please” she pleaded, almost in a whisper. She didn’t care if she was showing her vulnerability and broken stance in front of her father’s most trusted man. She found it hard to believe that the person she devoted her all to could do something so breaking such as betraying her. No, from his message, he has been playing her all along without her knowing or even having a notion about it.
Reluctantly, Weapon sat back. He became uncomfortable with the silence and decided to begin a conversation with her. If at all Shell respond.
“So, do you care to tell me why you cried?”
“I feel terrible”
“Why? What made you feel that way?”
“I trusted someone and got betrayed. I never realised I’ve been so foolish…”
“Shhh, you don’t have to speak that way of yourself. We can’t be wiser than what’s destined to happen.”
Cassandra turned her gaze to Weapon, a wry smile ensuing on her lips.
“A bad boy like you believes in fate?”
Weapon gazed at her, chuckling. “Well, maybe.”
Cassandra stared at him some more, taking in his physical appearance one after the other. His hair, black and shiny, complemented his look. His nose was a bit pointed and beautiful. His lips were a bit pink in colour and spread in a thin line.
Slowly, she crept her hands to his face. Weapon shifted backwards away from her in discomfort. If only Cassandra knew what her mere touch was doing to him, she would have stopped.
“You’re handsome.” she complimented.
“Thanks, ma’am. I need to get going”
“Would you tell my dad about what happened today?”
Weapon didn’t answer. He only looked across her, lost in thought.
“I can’t answer that ma’am, don’t put me in a tight spot please.”
“Sure! I guess you’re so important to my dad that he even stopped you from coming to our house then.”
Cassandra took her phone, reading William’s mail once again and she angrily downed several cups of wine consecutively.
“You’ll get drunk at this rate.” Weapon tried stopping her.
“Why do you care?” she yelled. She poured another glass and swallowed it. “You men are scum. Too filthy.”
“Not all men are like that.” Weapon’s voice was soft.
“Yeah. Not all men. The man I don’t love respects me while the one I sacrificed a lot for doesn’t. What an irony!” a lone tear dropped on her cheek as she changed her position placing her two hands behind her and crossing her legs on each other making a part of her lap visible.
Weapon’s eye raked through her physique as he began developing naughty thoughts. The temptation to touch her beautiful, delicate thighs hit him but he resisted telling himself it was all wrong. His boner became visible in his trousers and Cassandra saw it.
“It’s almost late. I have to go.” he stood up to leave.
“Are you going with that?” Cassandra taunted.
“What?”
“That!” her drunk self pointed at his below– his protruding bulge. Not giving a chance for a reply, she wrapped Weapon in her embrace.
“Miss, you’re drunk.” he tried pushing her off himself.
“I’m not drunk. Why don’t you just…” she placed her lips on his. Blood rushed through Weapon’s member, making his urge intensify.
Unconsciously, he kissed her back, slowly taking her lips in. The kiss lasted a while, slow and sensual, filled with lust. Weapon pushed Cassandra to the bed as he laid them both on the bed while Cassandra placed her hands on his manly breast. A great turn-on for Weapon who wasted no time in taking off Cassandra’s clothes and savouring the pleasure of the moment.