Cassandra felt as lifeless as a cut down tree trunk. Zayn on the other hand couldn’t give the appropriate affection and assurance he would often give. There was something that stops him from being liberal in throwing his cupid arrows towards her.
At the moment, he watches her walk zombie towards the kitchen and fetch herself something to eat. The something turns into a big buffet very soon. Zayn approaches her. Everybody was at home today.
“Hey,” he approaches with an inspection of her mood. She seems fine, as far as real depression goes.
“Happy birthday?” He leans down to see her face hidden by the table. He smiles when he witnesses a dust of pink emerging on her milky cheeks.
“Happiest birthday to my sexy girlfriend, Cassandra Sympsons.” The pink begins to turn red as he greets her again.
“Stop. Someone will hear you.”
“I don’t care. It’s your birthday, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna stick to this generation. Remember the deal with that mystic force?”
“Hmm.” He nods to her whispers.
“Anyway. If you want round five, walk in any time princess.” Kissing her head softly, Zayn goes back into his room to spend the day in leisure.
After only five minutes, someone knocks and disrupts his private activity with his hand stroking under the sheets.
“C-come in!” It was Cassandra herself.
“Wow. It’s you.” He opens the blanket to reveal his diabolical sins. The girl only makes a face while joining him on the bed.
“Round five?”
“Nope,” responding, she settles close into his warmth under the blanket, demanding to he spooned by him. “I just wanna cuddle all day. Hold me.”
The birthday girl’s demands were fulfilled as he holds her tiny waist and pulls her into his boner.
“Tsk. Put it away. Don’t ruin the mood, Zayn.” She says again. This time, the male pouts which wasn’t seen by her, obviously.
“Fine.” Leaving her on the bed, he goes to finish his business in the bathroom. Coming out after a few minutes, he was surprised to see something else moving against her pelvis in the sheets. Her mouth ajar in pleasure and her legs spread wide.
“What a fooking site! Let me taste the frosting off your cake princess, shit!” He removes his clothes to notice the return of his steel rod.
“Here comes the frosting licker!” Jumping on the bed, hearing her beautiful giggles, Zayn shushes her instinctively as he dives into the sheets to eat her out.
In the other room, Dan sneaks over the girl he met on the streets few months ago. He hasn’t told anyone anything about the woman. She was a literal prostitute.
But what a broken heart is capable of is incredible resilience. His heart couldn’t find solace in her, in Cassandra. Hence, he switched to another woman almost instantaneously.
He was pumping into the woman who kept her voice as low as possible. Dan was trying to control his pace and grunts as well, he didn’t want to become a black sheep of the Johnsons who buried his dick into a mere prostitute when other rich girls existed for the elite family.
The rest of them in the house were Louis, who just arrived, Alex and Nick. Louis brought all too many gifts again. Even if they visited her during the lunch hours, in the evening he couldn’t help but fill the secret storage room of the attic with the gifts all over, wrapped in loads of popping plastic sheets.
“Your plan is crazy, Louis. What if something heavy hits her head?” Alex asks the eldest.
“Ah! Done at last. Hmm… I’ll hold a wooden umbrella over her head. I just want the pictures.”
“You’re the most doting brother I’ve ever seen.” Nick says while making it over to the couch. At last, all the preparations for Cassandra Johnson’s birthday was done by 7 pm.
Louis knocks on everyone’s doors, including the deceptive Cassandra’s door which was locked from within at around 5. They’ve been summoned for dinner, prepared by Ms. Zee however.
“Whoa. Too tired to cook too?” Zayn comes out of his room after sending Cassandra back to her room by the window. But… there was something wrong.
As Cassandra jumped out of the window, she meets a whole stranger outside of Dan’s window, half naked. She was clutching her clothes and trying to peak inside when Cassandra caught her.
“Da-!”
“No, wait! I’m his girlfriend!” Says Georgina.
Cassandra furrows her eyebrows. She’s been with the Johnsons for three and a half months already and not once did she have knowledge about her.
“You could be a creep. What the-”
“I’m not! I jumped out of the window just now!” Cassandra drops her jaw. Dan, who notices the shadowy figure on his window, opens it and finds Cassandra there talking with Georgina.
It’s safe to say he was attacked with a mini heartattack there.
“C-C-Cassie…”
“….”
“2000$ and a new Rolex watch, I’ll act like I don’t know anything.” Georgina and Dan both drop their jaws to the floor. Before Dan could do anything else, Cassandra clicks a picture of them at the speed of light.
“No, tsk! Argh! You’re so annoying!”
“Hehe.” Cassandra sees Dan dive back into his room and run around to fetch some scattered dollars.
“Here. Take this, beggar.” Stamping the notes on Cassandra’s hand, a change of 1389$, he sees the woman do the “I’m watching you two” gesture as she matches to enter through the backdoor.
“This is your down payment, Dan. 2 days, and the deal will raise after that.” She says as Dan whistles I’m annoyance. “Do you need a fucking mic!? Fuck off!”
Cassandra quickly runs away, letting her inner child giggle as she begins to count the notes which obviously didn’t look like it’ll make up to 2k.
“So stupid. Thank god, she didn’t see me jumping out of his window.” She chuckles with oozing evilness again.
Louis was in the kitchen discussing a recipe when they hear Cassandra’s self talk with herself.
She enters from the second door, past the first outer door.
“What’s the witch giggling about?” Louis asks the little girl, leaning against the counter.
“I just won a bet, ehehe.” Louis smiles at the ugliest laugh he’s ever heard in awhile.
Today’s little happy memories with her ‘siblings’ will be pinned in her heart forever.