At the dinner counter of the party.
“Wait, you aren’t divorced to her papa!?” Cassandra bangs on the table as she expresses her surprise.
“We didn’t, darling.”
“It was a waste of paperwork,” Charlotte says after Framton repeats his words.
Louis seemed unhappy that the woman was sitting at the table with them. Charlotte could feel his dangerous vibes in the air as she leans towards Framton to express herself.
“I think your eldest hates me.”
“Ignore him. He’s always been protective of us all.”
“In that case, I cannot ignore him.”
And an hour or so passes with the woman interacting and chatting with the younger ones who were enthusiastic, unlike Zayn and Louis.
Zayn makes a mental note of what his grandma looks like. He was studying her like a book, trying to figure out if she had any bad pages to read.
Well, ex-grandma if he can say.
Charlotte leaves the table as Cassandra energetically waves at the woman.
“Thank you for joining us! Have a great life ahead, Charlotte!” Cassandra yells as she laughs at her words.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I wish everyone the same. Goodbye.” Framton gets up as well.
“Ha. Your eldest and that kid hate me.”
“Speak no less. They’re the more protective ones of our little family. Even though Zayn doesn’t seem like it.” Framton chuckles.
“It’s time for us to leave, Charlotte. Thank you for joining us.” Framton curtly takes her hand to kiss her back, following the formality rule he follows with every other lady.
“Thank you for honouring me, Johnson. I can’t believe I have the last name on me, but no one knows an inch about me.” Framton chuckles,
He was thinking of the divorce now.
“Goodbye.” Waving at her, Framton disappears into the crowd.
The Johnsons came back home as they had a lot of time to kill until midnight.
While watching TV, as she rested on Framton’s chest, Cassandra stared at the itched print on her palm. She looked up at Framton again, who was trying his best not to sleep.
Tapping Dan on his cheek, who was resting on Framton’s other side of his chest, she tells him to let the old man sleep in his room.
“He must be tired,” Dan says as he watches Framtkn yawn and slowly walk towards the guest room.
In the middle of the night, Louis knocks on Cassandra’s door as he sleepily mutters.
“Can I sleep in your bed, please?” He asks politely, yawning later.
“Yeah, but I don’t think you’d quite fit in my bed. Let me ask Zayn if he can.” Smirking below her poker face, she calls for Zayn to join her in bed while he submits his room for Louis to crash in for the night.
As expected, Zayn and Cassandra were having late-night sex with all the lights turned off.
His hand covered her mouth from any moans to spill out as he pumped into her with passion and love. Her eyes began rolling to the back when he introduced a pillow below her waist, to enhance her position and pleasure.
“So sweet…” he comments softly on the sweet smell of their sex under the blanket. Cassandra was feeling warm and loved under him, who shared his body heat with her in the duvet.
“Fuck.” He mumbles as he sloppily thrusts all of his drops into her body.
“Don’t stop, please. I’m fucking horny.” Cassandra says as the panting man over her chuckles. Suddenly, he was missing his original, muscular self who had great manly stamina.
He could use his body for hours and hours of sex without exhaustion. Especially for the ovulating woman below him.
Changing the condom, Zayn quickly introduces himself into her tight hole.
“Let me ride you,” Cassandra whispers in stutters. Zayn changed their positions, letting her straddle his waist as she gracefully moved her hips against her.
She wasn’t bouncing, she was erotically grinding on his cock. He couldn’t stop sighing in pleasure.
Reaching for her waist, he smoothly glides his palms into her pyjama shirt and grabs her melons. Holding his hands from the fabric, she encourages him to squeeze her bosoms as tightly and pleasurably as possible.
He wasn’t hesitating too.
Cassandra stuffs the pillow in her face, looking so cute on him as he chuckles. Taking the pillow from her face, Zayn pulls her closer to kiss her sweet lips.
Surprised by the speed of his hands, she accidentally slips out a moan.
Someone was roaming in the corridor, their footsteps were loud and clear as day. As their clouded senses cleared out when they stopped the pumping, they could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder.
“Shit.” Zayn mouths to her as he pulls out of her.
“Door’s not locked.” Cassandra panics as well.
Getting down, she quickly runs to the bathroom and sprays the bathroom scent.
It was Nick, the one who was awake and walking around.
“What…?” He sees Zayn sleeping on the bed instead of Cassandra. The girl was hiding in the bathroom, the lights were turned on.
“Cassie?” Nick knocks on the bathroom door, which is half open.
“Hmm?” She sleepily mumbles.
“What’s Zayn doing in your room?”
“Louis is using his… no space.” She tries to sound sleepy, successfully fooling Nick who walks away.
As she comes back, she sees Zayn looking at the door while stroking his member.
She starts fake crying.
“I was so fucking close…” she says, entering the duvet again.
“Me too. But I have an idea.” As she scoots closer to him, the male begins fingering her wet hole. She’d just washed herself, but the view of his hand stroking under the sheets made her wet all over again.
Her hand goes to stroke his juicy member as well.
They were masturbating with each other.
Cassandra quickly locks the door to jump back in as she removes the duvet from his body. He props up on his elbows as he watches the girl give him a head. The return of her warmth made him explode in her mouth.
The girl swallows every last drop of the male, kinkily going on even though he is done exploding.
“Ah… ah… Cass-” He was sensitive; the girl had the upper hand.
Shifting her into a 69, he ate her out as well.
The entirety of their night was filled with different sex positions.
He demanded doggy style while she demanded vanilla, romantic missionary and passion.
The night was fun for them both.