Meet her again, anew.
Make her the happiest person on earth. Take care of her for me.
If you do happen to spur one tear in her eyes, I am going to find you and make sure you end up with your brothers and never see her face again.
I wake up with the weirdest set of memories being replayed in my head. I wasn’t aware, that dad’s words will incur such a response from me. A frightful response.
Dad.
I can do nothing but promise you to keep Cassandra safe and happy for the rest of her life. I will try my best to eradicate all damage we have imposed on her. We shouldn’t have jointly agreed on the sins in the first place.
Clarity rises in me. I know what I must do.
“Passengers are requested to please collect your belongings and exit through gate 3. I repeat passengers are requested to please collect your belongings…” the announcement wakes me up from the slumber I enjoyed on the flight.
Stretching my body, careful not to touch the lady beside me, I remove my cozy neck pillow and stuff it inside my duffel. I carried no whatsoever I owned, except for the chunk of pocket money, sufficient to rent me a penthouse for a year.
I’ll probably buy myself a small apartment with this. It’s about time that I become humble.
“Um… miss? We are the only ones yet to leave.” I say softly to the Korean-looking woman. She wakes up with a bolt and confusedly looks around. Been there, done that. I know how it feels. Smiling softly at her, I widen my eyes when she speaks in a Korean-rich accent of English as a response.
“Thankh you, polite sir.” Pursing my lips into a tight line, I nod and begin to walk away. Checking the directions to her address again, deceiving everyone into knowing I know the Korean language with my translator app, I successfully hail a cab.
This is it.
I was so close to hyperventilating.
Our sister is right inside this modest-looking apartment. Oh god, Zayn.
Biting down on my lip until I tasted metallic on my tongue, I knocked on the door and rang the bell simultaneously. What was I even doing? The nervousness got me so bad.
I keep wondering how she’d react, if she will ever allow me inside, or if she will ever open the door because of the peephole and reject me right away. Cassandra. Wherever you are, you give me a hard time.
But… knowing her, she would never see who is on the other side of the door through the peephole.
“Coming!” It’s her voice…
My expectant eyes are glued to the door as the small-figured woman opens it and stares at me with her big brown eyes. This is the moment.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
This… is the moment my heart was waiting for.
I couldn’t take it.
Happy years started dripping out of my eyes as I cried my heart out. Right in front of the porch. Passersby looked at me and blamed me if I was hurt by the one inside, but it was indeed the past reversal.
“H-hey… jeez, come inside.” I look up at her and flinch when she suddenly grabs me and pulls me inside the house.
Silence…
I stopped crying. Instead, we now stare at each other with different expressions.
“Cassandra I-”
“Knowing you,” She starts, cutting me off, “I thought you’d come by tomorrow or something. You’re not the decisive Zayn I know.” She says.
I derive something from her words. My mouth freezes for a while as I stare at her with eyebrows drawn together in shock.
“You- you’ve been expecting me? Me specifically? What…” I am perplexed.
Hearing her sigh, I lick my lips and continue staring at her to see if it incites an answer I need.
“Dad told me already.” She says, walking further inside her apartment. What…
Did dad keep her informed? Was I a fool?
Probably.
I should’ve expected this.
She moves around with her trainer shorts and simple house bra. It’s been a while since I’ve touched her-
No. I shouldn’t think of her that way if I have a reason to love her.
“Cassie… I’m sorry.”
“You shouldn’t be.” She replied immediately. Dropping my bag on the floor and tailing her like a puppy, I expand my apology.
“Cassie, I know I shouldn’t have done that to you. I-I blame myself for falling in love with you. That’s why I’ve come to pursue… you.” The rhyming had me feeling all poetic as I pause and say the last word.
“I know. And… maybe I’d say the feelings are mutual between us. In fact, I’ve fallen in love with five boys who took care of me like a princess. It was hard for me to leave, too.” She says the words as though they hold no meaning.
“Don’t be so ridiculous,” I say out of worry and anger mixed. “You leave without saying a word and give me the worst night of my life filled with nightmares. Do you know how hard it was for me, Cassie? I had to deal with all of them, lie to their face, and come to meet you.” I say to her, blaming her for the scar inflicted on me.
The chair she pulled out to sit was placed back softly. There is a desk in her room, scattered papers with scripts of language she must be learning, in her handwriting. She’s been prepared, I see.
“And that is why you are qualified to stay with me. I could run away anytime I want, and this time I’ll be careful not to tell dad.” She says it in my face. What do I qualify for?
Suddenly, she rises to my face and places the sweetest kiss I’ve ever received from her on my lips.
What should this mean?
My body was frozen. I wasn’t able to elicit a reaction out of me. She pulls back, but as soon as I regain consciousness, I crush her body in my embrace and begin to eat her lips away.
This is what I’ve been craving for.
Or rather, I was craving for her heart more than her touch.
That’s right.
She’s proven to me that she loves me too.
But…
“Why would you run away in the first place?” I ask her, parting from the kiss for a brief while to see her glistening red lips and mouth as she licks her lips and shakes her head.
“Just so.”
She’s lying to me.
But I’ll find out sooner or later.
Out of the blue, she slides away from my hold and goes to fetch something from the drawer beside her bed. It was the sound of a few pills as I realize.
Biting down on her lip, she gives me that naughty look as I smirk, removing my spectacles.
“You sure didn’t change a lot now, did you?”
“What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine.”
Oh lord.
FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK
I’VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY.
Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.
She is reduced within countable minutes, her face all sweaty and a smile decorating her face. With her fingers, she gestures to me to come to her face. Kissing the hell out of her, I relax in the best way possible. Her sneaky hands help me get rid of the clothing as she begins delicately pumping me.
I moan right into her mouth. She knows how to control me.
“In me. Now.” She demands, voice just above a whisper. Flinging my hair back with my hand, I spread her legs further apart and try my best to enter her tightness. She’s grown red already.
We were enjoying this far beyond normal.
The best sex is when it’s slow and paced. That’s what I was doing to her body. Missionary is our forever favorite. I could look into her eyes and she was in mine.
She appreciates my handsomeness to a different level than all the other girls who’ve slept with me. She kisses every inch of my face as I worship her body with my hands.
“You’re killing me, Z-Zayn. I love this.”
“It’s lovely if it’s killer, right?” We were breathless. Our hormones control our speech at this point. I bent my body I was hugging her indirectly and planting my face between her bosoms. This makes her even hot as her pitch rises incredulously.
Suckling on her breasts felt like heaven’s job.
This is delightful. This is madness.
This is love.