Cassandra
My eyes keep shifting between my boyfriend and the ginger-haired woman standing in his apartment.
A beautiful, skinny, half-naked, ginger-haired woman.
Her full breasts fill the white laced bra she is sporting and those sweatpants ride low on her hips. Those dark, worn sweatpants that I would recognize anywhere, hang from her skinny waist. They are the same sweatpants Drew has worn on several occasions during nights I have stayed here with him. Sweatpants that I never wore. I never wore any of his clothes.My breath catches and I shoot Drew a flat look. My insides rip at the seams and I swallow the enormous lump that has formed in my throat."Drew, what is this? Who is she?" I ask, my voice is barely audible."No one. She is no one to me, babe. I swear." He shakes his head frantically, his blue eyes tearing up. Panic is laced in his tone."Did you-" I begin but the words are too painful to ask. My jaw clCrayvinThe Phoenix sun scorches my skin each time I have had to get out of the unit today. Dispatch has been calling us over the radio nonstop. An accident, theft, domestic violence... we have had one or more of each call so far and it is only 4:00 p.m.Cassandra and I cruise around the city in silence. It's the first silence we have experienced today without being radioed. The AC is on full blast but it doesn't help the sweat that I feel trickling down my torso. I glance over at Cassandra to make sure her face is still glued to the window, watching her surroundings, before I lift my hips and adjust myself real quick.Getting in and out of this 120° F weather with 95 percent humidity is taking its toll.I am literally sweating my balls off.I finish off the rest of my water bottle and put it back in the cup holder next to Cassandra's half-empty nut juice - okay, her shake - before making a right turn. I have noticed for the past
Cassandra"Where's Patricia?" I ask when Crayvin walks back into the living room alone.I hold the remote in my hand and was ready to press play, but now it looks as if movie night may be over. Crayvin sets his glass of juice onto the black coffee table and sinks his large body into the love seat. When we had started watching the first movie, I thought I was going to feel awkward the entire time. But, once I moved to the floor to lay with Chunk, I pretty much forgot that Patricia and Crayvin were behind me on the couch, cuddling."She went home," Crayvin says, keeping his eyes focused on the screen."She left? Is everything okay?" I ask with a pointed look, holding my weight on one arm as I look back at him.Crayvin shrugs nonchalantly and nods. "Yeah, everything is fine. She has to work in the morning.""Oh okay. Well, I can go if-""No," Crayvin interrupts me. He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck a
Crayvin"I think the hairy one is my favorite character," I say. We finally finished watching the last Star Wars movie last night.I will never admit it to Cassandra, but I have actually really enjoyed the last few nights just hanging out. I have never had a movie night with a girl that was just a friend. If women in my past ever hit me up wanting to watch a movie, it was code for 'sex.'"Chewbacca?" Cassandra pulls her brows together and waves her finger at me teasingly with a smile. "Don't pretend like you didn't remember his name. You forget that during the past four nights we have had a movie night, I have seen how invested you have gotten. I fell asleep during the one, and woke up to you practically drooling over slave Leia.""Cassandra, I am a man. Of course, I was eye-fucking the half-naked woman on the screen. That outfit was... holy shit." I smirk, knowing that she is grossed out and looking at me. I rub my chin with my index f
Cassandra"I almost relapsed yesterday," I admit. Although honest, the words practically burn my throat as I say them."Okay, let us focus on that. The keyword is almost. What made you stop yourself from making yourself vomit?" Loraine asks me.I have been seeing my therapist Loraine for a little over a year now. Ever since the night of my father and sister's intervention for me, I have ceased to make myself throw up again. Every Friday afternoon is Loraine's time under the deal I made with my dad.I haven't missed one appointment."To be honest, I am not sure. My mind was kind of everywhere. I just remember sitting there watching a movie after dinner and I felt bloated. The movie I was watching was about a girl that goes to prom and the guy she had a crush on finally sees how beautiful she is."I sigh as I fidget in my primitive outfit. The leather chair squeaks just slig
CrayvinGorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful, elegant.These are some of the words that swarm through me the second she walks out of the room in that black dress. Yet, all that I could manage to say to her was that she looked great too; and even with that, I struggled. The air has been knocked out of me, not allowing me to speak. That has never happened to me before.Cassandra is a damn knockout.I wonder if it is just my man brain fucking with me. I am not used to being just friends with a woman. If they were my friends, then that title usually included with benefits. I also haven't been with anyone since Patricia, so maybe I'm just horny.When we arrived at the Japanese restaurant for dinner, we are escorted by the hostess to a separate room behind red curtains. Tarra had made reservations for Cassandra's birthday so we have a secluded teppan grill.Tarra and Miles sit down first, and before Cassandra could take a seat I pull ou
Cassandra"What's up, Sissy? Why have you been so quiet today?" Tarra asks as she takes a seat next to me in the open bow part of the boat.Miles and Crayvin continue to talk as Miles drives the boat on the open lake. The weather is hot as usual, but my hair feels amazing as it flies back in the wind, whipping my thoughts around and around. I didn't realize I was being so quiet as my sister claims. I managed to jump out of the boat today and into the lake a few times. This meant I removed my bikini cover, something that I did not do yesterday.But, now that she points it out, I guess I really haven't said much today.How could I, though?All that has been on my mind since the moment Crayvin admitted it, is that at one point in my life, Crayvin Smith thought I was cute.Me... Cassandra Juliet Porsse. And at the time he liked me, I was fat.What he told me is a large pill to swallow, and I can't quite wrap my head aro
CassandraWhen I woke up this morning, I wasn't in my comfortable bed. I was on a couch, and not in my hotel room. Sitting up, I lean back and groan, pressing my hand to the side of my banging head.Seriously, it is as if someone is up there playing the drums.I look down and notice I am still wearing my clothes from last night. To my relief, my sister walks out of the hotel bedroom, ridding any worries I had that I may have been in a stranger's room."Tarra?" My voice is as dry as the desert."Good morning, sunshine. We are packing up and getting ready to go in about thirty minutes."I rise from the couch slowly, feeling nauseous beyond comprehension. "What happened last night? Why did I sleep in here?""You got drunk and said you didn't want to go up to motorboat dude's room, and Crayvin left early with your key card, so Miles and I just took you back here," she explains.I remember Crayvin leaving, but the d
CassandraWe loaded all of our stuff in Miles' truck and began driving. Since no one was all that hungry, we decided to just stop at a local coffee joint, and the guys went in to get the drinks. Keeping the tinted windows up and my shades on, trying anything and everything to keep this sun out of my face, I lie down and take my phone out of my pocket. It was dead all morning, so when I turn the power on, my heart twists in my chest as soon as I read a text from Crayvin.Crayvin: Cassandra we can't. No matter how much I may or may not want to. You are drunk and don't mean what you are saying. I am getting dropped off at the hotel now, please be careful.I shoot straight up and frantically begin scanning all the messages. My heart pounds rapidly against my ribcage as I read all of my drunken words that I said to him. Once I find my solicitation to him, I toss my phone to the floor of the truck and arch my head b