CHAPTER 7
Savannah
One year later
I was still on cloud nine with Cassian, we loved dating and living together. Sitting in the new cream and black decorated Head Interior of Cassian Dane Design Firm office, I couldn’t help but marvel at the paintings on the wall. Some were flown in from Italy and Paris from our first trip together as a couple. The other two pieces of a little girl and father sitting near a pond looking up at the stars were ones I purchased from a local artist.
“Mhmmmm, Cassian, wait,” I moaned as he continued trailing kisses up my neck, squeezing my left breast. We f****d twice before we came into the office, and he still couldn’t get enough. He knew the rules of no s*x at work. I already have a target on my back with his assistant, Amy, always chiming in on what I’m do
