Worth Any Price (Novella)

Chapter Four: A Walk

Anri

CASSIAN kissed my pulsating p***y one last time last night before I passed out again. When I woke up in the morning, I am on my bed with a growling stomach.

I also checked my bookshelf and the books that I've brought are neatly placed on the shelves. I didn't remember unpacking it yet.

A smile tugged at my lips. Maybe Cassian arranged them there. He even knows how to sort it the way I liked—by genre.

Does he read books, too? Maybe I can lend him some of my books.

My stomach growled when I smelled bacon. I followed the scent and there it is. A breakfast plate is placed on my nightstand—sausage, bacon, and sunny-side up eggs. Three of my favorites. I shook my head and grabbed the plate. Sometimes, it feels as if Cassian knew everything about me. It may be just a coincidence but I think I'll take it as a sign that I chose right. Maybe having an affair with Cassian is the right path for me.

All my life, I avoided men. I thought of them as creatures who only wants to get a taste of me. Because I focused on academics, I ignored them. But when Cassian arrived, it felt right. It felt as if I've been waiting for so long just for him. It all felt... meaningful. It is as if I found a part of me that I never thought was gone.

I devoured my breakfast as if I didn't eat for a millennia. Cassian ordered my favorite buttered chicken last night but I fell asleep after he gave me orgasms. I think that's all he did—pleasured me with his mouth and tongue. He didn't once f****d me as I imagined him to do. I did all sorts of invitation to get him to put his d**k inside me. I even unzipped his pants but he seemed to be stopping himself.

When I finished my breakfast, I headed downstairs with a big smile on my face. My p***y and thighs felt a bit sore, probably because of too much stimulation, but I don't regret it.

I vacuumed a bit and wiped every nook and cranny that I didn't notice that I spent four hours cleaning the house. Even though the house has a lot of rooms, it's easy to clean the place. It helped that the house was already sparkly clean when I arrived. Now, if I maintained the house like this, then I would never have a hard time cleaning it.

Once I'm done, I decided to reheat the buttered chicken in the microwave. I was busy looking at my lunch being rotated inside the microwave that I didn't notice someone approach behind me.

"Sweet."

My whole body flinched at the sound of that familiar deep, baritone voice. The first thing I saw is how grey his irises are when exposed to a natural night. The black around his irises only emphasized it.

He was pissed, though. Why?

My brows furrowed at his expression and he quickly smoothed his features. "Sorry, firecracker. I'm not mad. I'm just worried about you. You didn't meet me at my house. I left a note near your plate."

I didn't see any note, though. It probably fell when I grabbed the plate like a starved creature.

"You're supposed to meet me at twelve for lunch. It's twelve o-one. You're late "

So, I'm late by a minute? This guy's really something.

I took a mental note to always be in time whenever he's concerned. The truth is, I'm punctual. I hate not being on time. I was never late in class back then. If I've read the note he left me, I would've been in his house fifteen minutes before twelve.

He opened the microwave for me and took the buttered chicken out. "Anri, you don't need to reheat food from the fridge. We could go to a restaurant whenever you're hungry. You could cook fresh food. You don't have to save the leftovers."

"But I love buttered chicken."

He carefully placed the container on the kitchen counter and touched my face. "I know." And then, he lowered his head for a kiss.

As soon as his soft lips met mine, I felt like drowning; it's like I'm a helpless creature when he's around. But I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't like it. I quickly pulled away before a simple kiss turned into oral s*x just like yesterday. As much as I want that to happen, I want to spend time with him today. I want to get to know him better before this affair moves on to a more serious note.

He understands what's going through my mind. He grabbed the container and placed it in a paperbag, then he grabbed some utensils on the cabinet. He's ridiculously familiar with the location of the items inside the house that it made me wonder if he always goes in this house to help Priya. Did he initiate an affair with her, too?,

I closed my eyes. So, what if they had a relationship? He's with me now. But the thought of him having s*x with Priya made my blood boil that I started scrunching my nose.

Cassian, as always, is quick to notice my mood and my train of thought. I squealed when he lifted me up and made me sit on the counter so our eyes would be at the same level. Because of my fascination about his biceps and his mouth, I often forget how tall he is.

Cassian kissed the tip of my nose. "Don't judge me like that, firecracker. I don't go around f*****g anyone with a p***y. You're the only woman I've ever been with." He blushed at his confession and nuzzled my neck.

Hearing those words eased the knot in my chest. Is he serious?

"You're not lying?" I asked, nearly out of breath when his lips started kissing my collarbone. My p***y throbbed, aching to be kissed by his mouth, too.

"Well, does my hand count? The only thing who touched my c**k is my right hand."

My laughter echoed through the house. "It's the same for me, too."

Cassian held my waist and leaned back so he could stare at me again. "I know. Judging by how tight you are when I f****d you with my finger last night, I'd say you are. But we'll pop your cherry tonight."

I bit my lip as heat flooded my cheeks. Cassian kissed the freckles scattered on my skin like he is counting them. It warmed my heart to the point that I started questioning what I felt for this man. Am I starting to fall already? Am I confusing lust with love?

"I told you, Anri. We'll go for a walk today. Do you want to eat your food now or would you rather have lunch in a restaurant nearby?"

I immediately grabbed my buttered chicken and ignored my thoughts. He laughed. "Don't worry, I know you love buttered chicken so much. We'll order you buttered chicken everyday if that's what you want.

He lifted me and placed me carefully on the floor. Then, he claimed my lips in a smoldering kiss before pulling me outside the house, leaving my brain in a fog of lust.

Is this all real? Is he real? Why does he have to be sweet and thoughtful with me? He is so perfect and charming that I think he's a product of my imagination. While walking towards the nearby village, I prayed to God that what he's showing me is not for show just to get what he wants. I desperately needed the assurance that what we have right now is real... that he is real.

I gripped his hand tighter and he looked at me with a smile that made my heart melt in a puddle inside my ribcage.

I think I'm in love with this man.

God, I never knew that falling this fast is possible. Even though I know that all of these are happening in a crazy fast pace, they don't scare me. I think for the first time in my life, I feel free; I feel at peace.