After making several mistakes, the director in charge of Indigo’s shoot sighed.
“What’s the problem, Indigo? Are you not feeling well, dear?” he asked gently.
Indigo immediately apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m okay, just not feeling too well.”
“You know we can’t delay this shoot. That would be a huge loss for us, ma’am. If you can’t do it, please let me know,” he said.
Indigo knew he was trying to hold back from yelling at her because of her status in the industry. She had never been like this before, making several mistakes.
“I’ll give it another try, Director. I’m sorry,” Indigo said, and the director nodded.
After her shoot, her assistant rushed to her with a bottle of water. She had almost been replaced because of her mood.
“Do I have another schedule for today?” she asked after drinking enough water.
“No, ma’am. The weekend is clear too,” her assistant replied.
“Alright,” Indigo said, noticing the stares of others. They quickly averted their gaze when it met hers. She knew what they might be thinking.
Her called-off engagement had caused a big stir. If she weren’t an international model with the King’s Company, they might have hurled insults at her.
“I’m heading to Cassius’s mansion,” Indigo said.
“Alright, I’ll inform Mr. King-”
“Don’t,” Indigo cut her off. “It’s an unexpected visit.”
The assistant wanted to retort because Cassius had asked to be informed whenever she planned to visit.
Indigo walked out and found Hudson waiting, his back resting on the car behind him.
“How was your shoot?” Hudson asked.
“Did Cash send you to check up on me?” she asked, approaching her car.
“No,” Hudson replied, and she halted.
“So he doesn’t care about how I’m doing anymore. How nice of him,” she said, getting into her car and driving off.
Hudson sighed and called Cassius. “She’s fine, and when I lied that you didn’t ask about her, she left without a comment.”
Cassius, who received the call, sighed.
“About that bitch Paisley who sent that woman, I hope you know what to do. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” he ordered and ended the call. He dropped the file before him and went downstairs. His eyes scanned the place, and he frowned.
“Madam took Dylan to the amusement park,” Butler Conrad informed him, and Cassius’s frown deepened.
What part of “inform me before you leave the mansion” does she not understand?
Maybe another punishment will set her straight.
—
“Mummy, more cookies,” Dylan pouted.
“That will be enough for today, Dylan. You need to watch your sugar intake. You don’t want stomach aches, do you?” Tatiana asked gently as she helped Dylan put on his jacket.
“Mummy, why aren’t you living with us? With Father?” he asked innocently.
Tatiana smiled. “It’s complicated.”
“You said Father is not a bad man. He is definitely not a bad man. You should stay with us too. I want you to.”
Tatiana sighed. “I’ll think about it, okay?” That was the best reply she could give at the moment.
A car pulled up at the park, and a man stepped out. Nathan spotted the two figures, his eyes fixed on Tatiana, especially.
Dylan was the first to notice him. “Mom,” he called Tatiana’s attention, and she turned to face him.
The man she hadn’t seen in many years.
“Hey, Tati-” he didn’t finish his sentence as Tatiana turned to leave with Dylan.
“Let’s talk. Who is the father?” Nathan called, striding towards her.
Tatiana didn’t reply and kept walking towards her car.
“Tell me,” Nathan said, grabbing her shoulder. She shot him a cold glare.
“Don’t you dare touch me. I’ll hurt you,” she warned, and Nathan retreated.
Tatiana picked Dylan up. Nathan’s eyes met with Dylan’s, and he smiled.
The boy shook his head in response, and Nathan’s face fell.
Tatiana tried to keep her emotions in check as she headed back to Cassius’s mansion.
“Cookies?” Dylan asked, offering her one of his cookies. “It’ll make you feel better,” he added.
With a smile, Tatiana took it from him and ate it.
—
Reaching the mansion, Tatiana wanted to leave after dropping Dylan off, but the butler stopped her, informing her that Cassius had requested her presence in his room.
“His room? What does he take me for? Tell him I’m busy, and I’ll see him tomorrow. I’m pretty tired from today’s work; he’ll understand,” Tatiana said and immediately left before the butler could say anything.
When Cassius heard what she had done, his gaze darkened. It seemed she had forgotten the deal to obey every command he gave.
Tatiana got home and headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
She came out of the bathroom, her hair wet, her body wrapped in a clean white towel.
She headed downstairs that way and grabbed her laptop, continuing her research on the man named Zero.
He owned a famous strip club in Australia-a hint given by the asshole Mason.
“I’ve found out a little about his schedule, Tati. Tomorrow at 11 p. m., he’ll be meeting with a partner. It was quite dangerous to get this information. Are you sure you want to go after this guy? Everything about him screams danger,” Stacy said over the phone as Tatiana sipped her coffee.
Her mind was busy plotting a scheme.
“He killed my sister. He was paid, but his men drugged her, ripped her clothes off, took pictures and videos, posted them online, and drove Isabella to her death. I don’t care how many hells I’ll have to cross. As long as I’m alive, I’ll…” Tatiana paused when she felt a presence in her room.
“I’ll call you back,” she said, ending the call. She looked back and gasped, seeing Cassius standing close to her.
“Shit! Why the hell did you sneak up on me like that?!” she snapped but then shrank under his cold glare.
He didn’t say anything, so she started explaining herself.
“I was tired from acting and taking Dylan to the park. My son loves the park-I mean, our son. So I took him without telling you because you were busy, and I couldn’t come to your room because that would be…”
“Trying to explain yourself is making it worse, Little Rebel,” he cut her off, his voice laced with anger.
“You don’t expect me to obey you every time, do you?” she asked, wondering where she got the courage from.
“Of course,” he said, taking a step forward. She instinctively stepped back, her back pressing against the wall. He trapped her there. “Keep breaking my rules, and I’ll keep having a chance to punish you.”
Tatiana scoffed. “I… I didn’t break any rules,” she stuttered, pushing herself against the wall as if she could disappear into it.
“Right, I should remind you.”
He crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her harder than that night. Tatiana’s head spun; she couldn’t think straight, and the urge to kiss him back surged through her.
When she became breathless, he moved to her neck. Tatiana felt his hand pulling up her towel, trailing up to her most intimate part.
“What… are you doing?” she asked between breaths.
“What does it look like, Little Rebel?” he asked huskily in her ear, grazing his teeth on her neck.
“Please, stop,” she gasped as he touched her there, his fingers moving in circles.
She was wet-so wet that her juices dripped down her thigh. She should be pushing this man away, but she wasn’t; instead, her body responded to his touch.
“Why should I?” he asked with a light scoff, taking her neck in his other hand and growling, his voice dripping with anger.
“Your body is screaming for my attention. You’re dripping wet; I can smell your fucking arousal. Why are your hands wrapped around my neck like you fucking want me to please you down there? Why are your lips parted like you want to scream my name?”
His fingers continued torturing her down there, playing with her sensitive nub. She was beginning to lose it. His dirty words and hot breath against her ear were making it worse.
He continued, “I can feel your hard, erect nipples against my chest. I can feel your heartbeat racing so fucking hard, and what? You want me to stop?”
Tatiana whimpered under his hold.
“Fucking say what you want, Little Rebel,” he demanded, and she blurted out.
“Fuck me with your fingers!”