Chapter 28
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“Are you sure you don’t want me to—” Stefano asked, nodding toward the building as I took my seatbelt off.
I was ready to be free—from my clothes, from my shoes. Ready to put my feet up, soak in a two-hour bath, and knock out in a coma-level beauty sleep.
Tamara texted me an hour ago, reminding me about Seattle. We’re meeting at exactly nine tomorrow morning.
I’m already packed... and lowkey terrified of whatever’s going to happen at that bachelor party. More than that, I’m nervous about what Tamara has planned for me to do.
I’m gonna need to confess my sins again after this, aren’t I?
“You make it sound like I need to walk ten blocks home,” I told him. “It’s not like I’m gonna get lost. You still have to go to work, remember?”
He sighed, defeated. “Right.”
Honestly, he deserved a proper thank you.
So I leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.
He stiffened. The streetlamp outside was our only source of light, but it was enough to see the way his ears turned red on the spot.
“Thanks for tonight. Drive safe and, uh… goodnight,” I said, hopping out of the car and heading straight to the lobby—without looking back.
He didn’t need to see how red my face was.
Was that the first step to being a slut? I think so.
Is this the first step to being a slut? I think so.
There was never a moment in my life where I thought I’d kiss a man—let alone initiate one.
"Oh! Hold that up! Hold that up, please?" I yelled, running toward the elevator that was about to close. But no one actually cared. They just let it shut in my face.
"Sorry, you're too slow," he scoffed. I saw his face. Ugh, it was that old, grumpy neighbor from the building. He’s always been like that. I heard he’s a little senile—or just too harsh for this already cruel world.
"Wow. Humanity," I grumbled under my breath, waiting for another elevator to open.
My feet were on fire, my body about to collapse, and I feel like I'm on the verge of reaching the afterlife.
Either way, I enjoyed tonight.
I met Stefano’s sister and his kid. Turned out, he’s a divorced dad who can’t make quality time.
Suddenly, I felt kinda bad for the little guy.
"That’s life," I muttered, about to head straight to my apartment—until I saw a body by my door.
Oh. My. Gosh.
Is he... dead?
I took careful steps closer. Then his face came into view.
Johnny.
This dude!
He actually waited for me?
"Seriously?" I muttered, squatting beside him and poking his cheek. "Johnny, sir, wake up. Hey! Wake up!"
I shook him. He moaned.
Then a whiff of alcohol hit my nose. I leaned in and sniffed him.
The jerk is drunk as hell.
"You just had to give me more problem," I growled.
He was lying there like a darn welcome mat. I literally had to step over him to get inside.
I wanted to leave him there, but I knew my conscience would eat me alive.
"Fudge you, Johnny!" I whispered-yelled, shaking him. "Wake up! Wake up or I’m leaving you right here."
I slapped his butt.
He moaned and mumbled nonsense in his sleep.
"Oh, for Pete’s sake!" I groaned, starting to drag him like a dead body into my apartment. "You are such a pain in my butt!"
Kicking the door shut behind me, I tugged him by the arm until we reached the couch.
"Do you know I’m supposed to be relaxing after a long-ass day? And you just had to show up and add another job on my list. As if the paperwork wasn’t enough!" I scolded him, struggling to lift his heavy ass onto the couch. "Argh!"
I panted once he was finally on it.
"You made it pretty darn clear you didn’t wanna see me. And now here you are. ‘I’m here to apologize, open the door before I change my mind.’"
I scoffed after mimicking the way he talked.
"Apology? Seriously? Since when did your pride take a scuba dive in the ocean? Last I checked, it was with Mt. Everest!"
I took off his shoes and socks and tossed them aside.
"So where’s that apology now, huh? Snoring shitty dickhead!" I snapped.
"Hmm... Cassy..." he moaned, his lips parting, his chest slowly rising and falling.
Suddenly, my boring, worn-out couch had the best view in this whole place—thanks to him.
The size of the couch made him look even bigger. But that wasn’t the best part. No.
He was lying there like a darn model.
I bit my lip and tried to look away—but my eyes betrayed me and landed right on his chest.
"A little peep won’t hurt anybody," I hummed, sitting at the edge of the couch.
I started unbuttoning his shirt until his perfectly sculpted chest and abs were exposed.
No scars. Just a tiny mole above his right pec. Barely noticeable.
For a guy, he barely had body hair—which, lowkey, made me squeeze my thighs together.
My fingertips trailed an imaginary line from his throat, down his chest, then his abs, and right along that killer V-line that led to where his monster lay sleeping.
Suddenly I realized—I was already unbuckling his belt. Undoing his pants. Holy hell.
I squealed silently as my fingers brushed against his soft—but still stupidly long—rod.
“Okay,” I told myself. “Just one peek. That’s it.”
I tugged the waistband of his Calvin Kleins and then there it was. Staring right at me.
Then he moved.
I yelped, let go, and stumbled backward onto my butt.
“Ow…” I muttered, rubbing it.
He was still asleep… but one of his pink n*****s looked like it was begging to be licked.
"Nope. No, Cassidy, don’t go there or you’ll end up in jail," I muttered, quickly grabbing my stuff and rushing into my room like I was being chased.
What did I just do?
I molested my boss. I harassed him. I... raped him?! No, no, I didn’t. I was just... curious. Yeah. Just fed the curiosity. A little taste.
Although, it's unfair, the taste didn’t even reach my tongue—just my eyes.
"Goodness gracious, Cassidy," I groaned, stripping off my clothes and heading to the bath.
But even after freshening up, that image lingered in my head like a stubborn virus.
Robe on, wine in hand, sitting on my bed—a funny idea lit a bulb in my brain.
My vibrator.
I reached for it on my bedside table and turned off the lights. Only the moonlight peeking through the curtains kept me from total darkness.
"Just a little fun," I muttered.
I untied my robe and spread my legs. My toy grazed over the sensitive nub of my already-taut n****e.
"Ahh..."
I felt myself come alive, gasping softly as I pressed it against my soaked slit.
My breath hitched. But it wasn’t enough.
I closed my eyes, imagined Johnny—hovering over me, naked, his mouth on my skin, drowning me in lust.
"Oh, Johnny..." I moaned, hips bucking as the familiar knot formed in my belly. "I’m cumming..."
I pressed harder, chasing my climax.
"Ooh!" My eyes rolled back. My mouth parted. Toes curled from the wave of pleasure rippling through me.
And then—
A hand pulled the vibrator from me.
I gasped, trying to sit up, but another hand held me still.
"Johnny!" I exclaimed, eyes wide.
From the moonlight, I could see the hunger in his eyes.
Wait—wasn’t he passed out drunk? He was snoring! How is he... awake?
"Do I really have to pretend to be unconscious just to find out you’re into me too?" he asked, voice husky and smoky—not helping the flood down there.
"You— you weren’t drunk?"
He smirked and leaned closer.
I felt his hard length poking my stomach. The heat from his body lit my fire.
My hands were on his shoulders, trying to keep distance—but my arms were jelly.
"You think you’re the only one who can play someone in the palm of your hand? Baby, you’re underestimating your hot boss," he whispered.
Then—without warning—he thrust two fingers inside me.
I screamed from the sudden pleasure.
His fingers were thick and long—they found my G-spot instantly.
"Johnny... get off me—ahh..." I tried to say, but instead I clung to his shoulders like a lifeline.
"I know that’s not what you want," he whispered into my ear, quickening his pace.
I was a moaning mess, cumming on his fingers. But Johnny didn’t stop. He shoved himself inside me.
My wetness welcomed him.
"You looked so f*****g hot pleasuring yourself. I love hearing you moan my name," he said, voice all smoke. "But watching you? That’s even better."
He let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard—better than any adult video. Johnny just hit different.
"f**k, you’re exactly what I need," he groaned, slamming into me deep.
I thought I was gonna stop breathing.
Johnny knew how to take a woman to the clouds a dozen times before spilling into the cave.
"f**k, I forgot to use a condom again," he huffed, collapsing over me, his hot breath hitting the skin on my neck.
That reminded me—I better stay on top of my contraceptives. One slip, and I’m baking a baby.
"Where were you? I was waiting," he mumbled like a pouty kid. "You were with that architect again, weren’t you? I saw you."
"I was... going to the mall. He gave me a ride," I lied.
"I’ll buy you a car. Get you a license. Build you a f*****g road if I have to," he said desperately.
Wait... what? Why is he saying those words? Is he really drunk? "Johnny..."
He looked at me. "I don’t wanna see you with him, Cass. It drives me insane."
"What are we, Johnny?" I suddenly asked.
He didn’t answer.
He just stared.
"We can’t keep doing this," I whispered, shaking my head.
He paused. Then gave a bitter chuckle. "Why? Because I’m a f****d-up womanizer, is that it?"
"Johnny..."
"Do you like someone else?"
"No, Johnny, listen to me—"
"Cassidy... you listen to me." He rested his forehead on mine, eyes glued to my lips, hand stroking my neck. "Push me away. Keep doing it. But I’m not letting you go. You’re mine the moment you let me touch you."
"I’m not one of your girls—"
"No, Cass. You’re mine. Just mine." He sealed it with a kiss, claiming my lips like he owned them.
I wanted to say… the moment I succeed in what Tamara told me to do, I’ll have to leave him.
But while this lasts...
I kissed him back.
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