Chapter nine

CHAPTER NINE

Cassie POV

I couldn’t believe my ears when Jericho told me to ‘go home, have fun’.

It was like he had been possessed or something.

I didn’t care.

I was out of there.

Before he had a chance to change his mind.

I wasn’t losing this opportunity.

I’d be crazy to pass it up.

I’m at Alexis’s.

I’m thinking what I can do with this newfound freedom.

Even though I wanted it, I have nothing to do with it.

Pathetic.

I know.

Everyone’s enjoying the holidays.

With friends and family.

I’m just here.

Wishing I had somewhere to be.

As I’m wallowing.

My cell rings…

It’s Alexis.

She’s meant to be with her family.

“Alexis, hey what’s up?”

I answer worryingly.

“Hey Cass, got some good news… I’m on my way back early.”

I feel in that moment that something has happened.

“How comes.” I ask.

“What’s happened?”

“Well, turns out my mom and dad aren’t the happiest couple I knew after all.”

“This trip was our final trip as a family.”

“My parents decided to tell us that they’re getting a divorce.”

I did not see that coming.

It’s so sad to see that come to an end.

“Alexis, I’m so sorry about your parents.”

“What time do you fly in?”

“My flight lands in 8 hours.”

“I was thinking, we go out tonight!”

Oh no.

I knew this was coming.

I knew she’d use this to get me out.

“Yeah, sounds great.”

“Let’s go out.”

I say.

I could hear the slight inhale as I said the words to Alexis.

“Really?” she asked.

Just as surprised as I was.

“Yes, really.”

“I need a night out.”

“So much has been going on with work and Jericho.”

“Jericho?”

I can hear the question she’s going to ask me.

“Mr Dean.”

“It’s a long story.”

I reply before she can carry on.

She lost her train of thought.

Which left me to mine.

That wasn’t the whole truth.

I didn’t need a night out.

I just didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

She needed me right now.

To be her best friend.

I was ready for whatever she needed to help her through this. But in all honesty.

She seemed to be handling it, like a trooper.

Which is more than I can say for me.

With everything going on at work.

With Jericho.

The feelings I’m having.

The dreams.

And the looming question…

What do I want to do after Berkley?

I could use my best friend to talk to.

Instead of myself.

“Ok, speak when I’m home.”

“See you soon.”

“Loves ya.”

“You too”.

That was all I could get out, before the call ended.

Now the question is…

“What am I going to wear?”

Sometime later…

His lifting up my shirt.

I can feel him between my legs.

His bulge pressing into my thigh.

Making it known that he wants access to me.

I shift slightly so it’s now rubbing on my core.

There’s too much fabric between us.

I must feel him.

All of him.

I start to unbutton his pants.

We’re both breathing heavy.

He wants this.

I want this.

His kissing down my neck whilst I’m trying to unzip him.

He’s managed to get my shirt off whilst I’m starting to take his pants off.

The heat between us is undeniable.

It’s shaking me to my core.

He thrusts forward.

Giving me a taste of what’s to come.

I welcome it.

Hungry for it.

I grab his cock in my hand and get to work.

Slowly caressing the head.

Working my way up and down.

I start to get my rhythm.

He sucks in a breath.

I bite my lip.

I’m ready to drop to my knees and taste him.

He wags his finger at me.

He starts his pleasuring torture.

He starts kissing and licking.

Working his way down towards my chest.

He releases my breasts from they’re cage.

Caressing them.

Kneading them.

His mouth finds my left nipple.

He starts suckling.

He moves to the right and does the same.

He gives the nipple a little nip.

I cry out in pleasure.

My breasts are sensitive to his touch.

He moves down.

Kissing me along the way.

He’s now reached my stomach.

Above my belly button.

As he gets further.

I know what’s coming.

He’s reached my intimate area.

I’m ready.

I want it to happen.

I need it to happen.

He looks up at me.

Silently asking for permission.

I give it without a doubt.

He starts to pull my panties and trousers down.

He’s looking back up at me.

“Don’t stop.”

I muster, through panting breaths…

“Cassie, Cass.”

“Wake up.”

I look at him.

“Huh.”

“You’re dreaming.”

“Wake up.”

I’m still looking down at him.

At Jericho.

But it’s not his voice.

“Alexis.”

I start freaking out.

The dream fades away…

I wake up to Alexis standing there…

With Jericho.

What the hell was she playing at?

Inviting my boss over.

This was my personal space.

My safe haven.

And she invited him here…

I was so furious.

I couldn’t even look at her.

She’s way out of line.

She’s gone too far this time.

Jericho was here.

Watching me sleep.

I’m so embarrassed.

This is not right.

Especially after that dream I just had.

I bet I look a hot mess.

All flustered.

I was going to kill Alexis before the night was through.

I mean, what was she thinking?

Was she even thinking at all.

This night had just gone from bad to worse in seconds.

I guess I better find out what the hell he’s doing here.