He's hot, but not good enough
1059 Words
Cassie’s POV
After our exceptional f**k in the college girls’ bathroom, Mark surprisingly took me out to dinner at an expensive Chicago restaurant. I knew Mark was romantic, but he really didn’t need to take me to such a pricey place—I’d have been fine anywhere. Still, the thrill of having a man spend his money on me felt good and invigorating. It made me feel wanted and appreciated.
"You always do this?" I asked him at one point in the night. Mark was sipping his wine, looking at me with a goofy grin. He seemed really smitten with me. Taking me to such an upscale restaurant was starting to make me agree with Beckie.
"I didn’t catch that?" he replied with a question. I giggled, remembering our earlier scene when he’d asked me something and I’d answered the same way—with a question. Mark laughed too, letting me know he’d done it on purpose.
"Stop being an i***t," I said, playfully patting his arm to get his attention. "Answer me properly. Do you always take every girl you f**k to a fancy restaurant?"
"Fine, I’ll answer," he said, adjusting himself in his chair and leaning closer to me. "I only take the ones who really give me a good fuck." He spoke with charm and a crooked smile.
"Hm, so you’re saying our f**k was that good?" I sipped my wine.
"For me, it was wonderful. And for you?" he asked, cutting into the steak on his plate.
"I liked it, but it didn’t feel great because it was just a quickie," I said, throwing him a flirty look. He sucked in a breath between his teeth and played along with my little tease.
"Uh, then we’d better do it again. Just in case." He winked at me, making me laugh. We kept talking for a long time, chatting nonsense and flirting with each other while the delicious dinner kept us company. After we finished, we walked to the building where my apartment was. "Do you have plans for the weekend yet?" he asked as we strolled slowly.
"Hm, it’s still Thursday, so I haven’t thought about what I’ll do over the weekend. Maybe study a bit to get ahead in some classes," I explained.
"No, no more studying. You’re always studying. The weekend is for going out, relaxing, and having fun," he said kindly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I shrugged; I really hadn’t planned anything for the weekend.
"When I have nothing to do, I study."
"How about we go out this weekend? Just you and me." I glanced at him.
"Like a date?"
"Exactly! Like a date. I already have some beautiful places in mind I’d love to take you to." He smiled. God in heaven, this boy was really in love with me. I nodded with a smile.
"Sure, I’d love to go out with you." By then, we’d reached the door of my building. "See you then?" I said, ready to head up to my apartment.
"Aren’t you going to invite me in?" he suggested with a smirk, hands in the pockets of his jeans. I thought about it—if I let him into my apartment, we’d probably spend the whole night having s*x. I did want to have s*x with him, but I was scared of the feelings he had for me.
I needed some time to myself to figure out what we were doing. For me, Mark was just a friend—with benefits, sure, but still just a friend. Yet here he was, asking me out on dates and buying me expensive dinners, being all romantic. Things were moving too fast, and I needed space to think.
"Uh… it’s just that I really have to wake up early tomorrow," I said, making up an excuse.
"Oh, yeah… Got it," he replied. He looked a little disappointed, but I didn’t want us to rush things. "So, see you?"
"Of course. See you later." I hugged him, leaving a kiss on his cheek, and walked into my building.
"See you. Have a good night," he said, waving as I entered. I rode the elevator up and went straight to my apartment. As soon as I got home, I was greeted with a cute bark from Kittie, my fluffy little dog. I picked her up and started petting her.
"Mom’s home! Did you miss Mom?" I showered her with kisses, so happy as she wagged her tail in delight. When I reached the couch, I found Beckie sprawled out asleep. Beckie had a key to my apartment and could come over whenever she wanted. "Jesus," I complained exaggeratedly, patting her leg to wake her up.
"Ouch! Come on, you troglodyte," she grumbled, rubbing the spot on her leg where I’d smacked her.
"What are you doing here? Don’t you have a home?" I asked. She grabbed a pillow and tossed it at me.
"Oh, don’t bother me, let me sleep. I didn’t sleep all night—I’m totally wrecked," she said, leaning back and closing her eyes.
"But it’s already 9:00 p.m. Shame on you—you’ve been sleeping all day." As soon as she heard me, her eyes shot open, and she sat up on the couch.
"What? It’s night already?" I sighed and sat down now that there was room since she was upright.
"Yes, and at this hour, normal people are leaving work or college—like me, for example," I said, teasing her. My friend wasn’t even interested in college.
"But I was working. My bank account’s pretty fat after last night," she said, slumping back against the couch.
"So this is the life you want to lead? Living off shows?"
"Look, if the guys at my shows are rich and hot, I’ll take it," she confessed, laughing. "You won’t believe who wanted to see me again."
"Who?"
"Andrew and Connor." She told me with great enthusiasm. I shrugged, having no idea who they were.
"Who are they?" I asked, clueless.
"Oh, bestie, are you serious?" She threw another pillow at me, hitting me lightly.
"They’re Joshua’s friends from that crazy night we had on the revolving bed—remember?" My eyes widened as I instantly recalled Joshua and that night.
"Oh gosh, did they call you again?" Did that mean Beckie had seen Joshua?
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