15 Days with You

Day 4

DAY FOUR

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When I woke up the next morning, I felt really weird. My face sort of aches a little. I went to the bathroom to check it out. What I saw made me freeze in my tracks. There, on the mirror, is something that made me absolutely horrified.

There...

There's...

There's a smile on my face!

I quickly frowned, trying to erase that stupid, dopey smile on my face. I tried to think of the reason why I was smiling. Last night, I went to eat out on McDonald’s with...

I felt the corners of my lips rising again.

"No!" I covered my mouth with my hand.

Damn it!

I did not enjoy my time with Cassidy.

I did not enjoy my time with Cassidy.

I did not enjoy my time with Cassidy.

I did not enjoy my time with Cassidy.

I did not enjoy my time with Cassidy.

I did not enjoy my time with Cassidy.

There, that ought to do it.

I brushed my teeth and took a bath. Then I got dressed. A simple white blouse, pencil skirt, and my black pumps. I just applied light make up, highlighting my eyes. Then I put my dark locks into a ponytail and wore my glasses. I usually wear contacts but I was too lazy to put them on. And besides, glasses are a fashion statement.

Ooooh. I totally look professionally hot.

I shrugged and sprayed some cologne on my wrist and neck. I checked myself out in the mirror.

Am I attractive enough now?

Who you trying to impress?

No one.

Perhaps, some fiery-haired beauty named Cass-

Shut up, me.

I grabbed my purse and went outside. There, leaning against her car, awaits my slave.

Kidding,

But also not kidding.

"Good morning Sunshine!" Cassidy greeted while handing me a single, long stemmed rose. "Oooh. You look hot. Wanna go back into your house?" She checked me out from head to toe looking very pleased.

My forehead creased. "Why would I do that?"

"So that I can remove your clothes and you can cool down, muffin."

She grinned while wagging her eyebrows up and down.

"Shut up Cassidy. You sound like a fuckboy.”

She laughed softly and opened the door on the passenger seat.

"Get in, princess."

I rolled my eyes and got inside.

"Hey. Do you mind being my date to an art exhibit this evening? They're showcasing the works of a very dear friend of mine," Cassidy said as we started to move.

What's the use in asking me? She'll make me go with her anyways. But I’ll try for example’s sake.

"Uhmm... I don't really have any clothes to wear, so I don't thin-"

"I'll have Daisy send you something. I'll pick you up at 7 okay?" she beamed.

'Told you so.

I pouted and looked out of the window, ignoring her.

"Oh come on, baby girl. It won't be that bad."

She reached out and held my other hand.

I immediately jerked my hand back.

She looked away dejectedly and retreated her hand. The smile from her face dropping slightly.

I’ve always had trouble when Cassidy and I make skin contact. The area where she touches me always has a burning, tingling sensation that leaves an impression on my mind. It has never happened with anyone, and it scares me.

Maybe I’m just allergic to Cassidy.

Yeah. It's maybe because of that. And maybe because girls’ touches are softer-- gentler. It's not possible that I can have romantic feelings for her. I mean, sensitivity and inflammation are signs of allergies. But-

Wait, romantic feelings?

My eyes widened.

Where did that come from?.

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"I'll see you later angel," Cassidy leaned in and kissed my cheek. Then she turned around and walked to the elevator.

I stood there, just watching her.

But before the doors closed, she smiled at me and winked.

"Sandyyyyyy!”

I covered my ears and looked at Jaz, annoyed.

"Shut up."

She bit her squeal back and grabbed both of my shoulders.

"Oh my god, you two are so cute!" then she shook me like I was liquid cough medicine.

I laughed dryly and removed her hands, "Start working. You are so loud."

She sat down on her chair and I went into my cubicle.

"It's not my fault. She is just... so charming and sweet, and hot," then I heard her sigh dreamily. "Seriously, after you're little agreement, I'm gonna have her."

I shook my head.

"You can have have her."

"Ooooh. Do I sense a little jealousy over there?" she teased.

"Jaz, I'm working," I reminded her.

"You're changing the topic."

I sighed and gave up. I looked around, searching for our supervisor.

"Hey Jaz, have you seen Mr. Greene?

"No. He's at a meeting."

Good. We can gossip.

"Okay, she asked me to be her date to an art exhibit this evening."

I waited for the squeal. And there it was.

"Oh my god best friend! It's your first official date as a couple!" she pulled her chair closer. "Tell me, do you have something to wear?"

I rolled my eyes. "She said she'll send me something."

She excitedly slapped my forearm. "You lucky b***h! Do you get to keep the dress?"

I giggled at my best friend's enthusiasm. "Jaz, don't start."

"But-"

I held my finger up. "Just don't. I don't even want to go."

She whined. "But why? Miss Cassidy would like you to be there."

"I'm going. We have a deal, remember?"

She grinned. "What will you do after the deal?"

That got me thinking. I really want my life to return back to normal, but at the same time...

I don't know. I kind of have gotten to know Cassidy, and she’s a fun person.

Later that evening, I was applying the last bit of my makeup. I checked myself out in the mirror. My hair was in a classy bun with a few tendrils of my soft hair framing my face. I like this hair, as it gave way to my most important asset: my face.

I have to admit, I look lovely.

I caressed the elegant, strapless dress I was wearing. It's red and reaches mid-thigh. A bit too short. And also, it outlines my body perfectly, showcasing my curves and cleavage. Cassidy picked this out. I can tell. God only knows what perverted thoughts are running in her head right now.

This time, I chose to wear high heels.

I took a deep breath.

Cassidy Williams, you are going to regret choosing this dress for me.

And there was a knock.

I got out of my room, wondering why I don't feel so good all of a sudden. My stomach feels like it has... butterflies and my hands are sweating.

Calm down.

I opened the door and had one look at Cassidy. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline and looking just gorgeous. She is one hell of an attractive woman.

"Oh wow," we both spoke at the same time.

My cheeks heated up while she cleared her throat.

"Uhm. Sandra... you l-look lovely tonight."

She's stuttering and looking down at her feet. How ridiculously... cute.

And I'm acting like a teenager on a first date.

"So, shall we go?“ I asked since she clearly had no plans to.

That woke her out of her adorable trance. Her cheeks flushed and she held out her arm.

"Yeah. Let's."

I smiled and linked our arms..

And the exhibit is as boring as I expected.

I looked at the painting currently in front of me. I tilted my head and looked at it again. Then I squinted my eyes.

This looks like a five year-old drew this. This is worth 120,400 dollars?

"Exquisite, isn't it?" a deep, male voice spoke behind me. I turned and saw a well-built man in a sharp suit, hair slicked back and styled to suit his chiseled face. 

Oooh! Hottie alert!

For a brief moment, I struggled to find something to say to this handsome man in front of me. He has the nicest smile of any guy I know. His facial features were kind of familiar, but I know I've never seen him before.

"Ahh.. uhm," I just stared.

Then I saw him grin, showing his perfect pearly whites. I was a goner.

"I'm Julian."

"Sandra," I managed to utter. Then I noticed his outstretched hand. That woke me up.

"Oh I'm sorry," I felt myself blushing. I grabbed his hand and shook it timidly. "I zone out a lot," I lied.

"Yeah. Apprently," he chuckled sexily. "So, why is your hot self all by its lonesome?"

I shyly smiled. "Oh, I'm with... a friend."

He grinned. "So, no boyfriend tonight?"

"No boyfriend," I confirmed.

"But she has a girlfriend," someone suddenly said from behind him. My eyes widened when I saw Cassidy.

"Cassidy!" Was she there the whole time?

"Sissy!" Julian yelped all of a sudden then hugged her.

"Hey, I told you to stop calling me that," she protested but then hugged him back. "I missed you too little brother."

Uhhhhhh.... Wait, they're siblings? Wow. Talk about good genes. Great genes, actually. Goddamn, Jesus you really let them have it all, didn’t you?

Then, at the same moment, they both turned to look at me. Awkward, or hot, I’m not really sure.

"So this is the little vixen who stole your heart! Wow. You have great taste, Sissy," Julian then nudged Cassidy's ribs.

"Yeah. So, she's off limits. Go use your playboy charms somewhere," she shook her head lightly and then walked to my side.

"Baby doll, meet my baby brother Julian."

Julian grinned. "Pleasure to meet you, Sandra."

"Likewise," I simply replied. I still can't believe they're related.

"Sissy, I have to go. I have to look for Jennifer. But good luck on your doll Sissy," he winked at me before leaving.

Now, it's just the two of us.

"Button, I believe we have something to discuss," she spoke in a mischievous voice. And I know that look. That naughty, seductive look.

She effortlessly pulled me away from the painting and into the comfort room. Then she pinned me against the door after locking it.

I was trapped.

"I believe someone tried to flirt while I wasn't around," she leaned in and placed kisses on my neck.

I gasped.

"I-... I was-..."

"Shhhhh...." then she started to nibble on my skin.

Oh dear god.

"You should know that I am very possessive. I don't like sharing what's mine," she whispered on my ear.

Goosebumps...

Then she leaned back a bit. I could see desire in her pretty cerulean eyes. But then all my thoughts were thrown out of my mind's window when her lips cascaded down on mine. I involuntarily moaned.

Oh. My. God.

I couldn't help but grab a handful of her auburn hair and deepen the kiss. This kiss was different, I could feel. It’s more raw, desperate, and absolutely erotic.

I could feel her desires. She was making it clear by the way she dominantly controls me, making me succumb to her. She pushed her body closer to mine and let her hands wander down to my butt.

I pushed her away out of surprise.

She just copped a feel.

I expected to see her grinning but she just stared at me -- gasping for air like me. Then, she smiled; a gentle, caring smile.

"I love you, Sandra."

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