“Oh for God’s sake, for the last time, I’m trying to work you stupid little… adorable beast.” She tried to shake the animal off her laptop and she exasperatedly let her head fall back against the couch as the ragdoll cat got itself even more comfortable. With its size, it covered everything and it was so heavy. And fluffy. Her vision still upside down, she glared at Selena who stood before the stove, wearing only an oversize shirt, “Look at your cat, Selena!” The woman only chuckled as she stir fried the veggies in the pan, “Oh I know that you secretly love it.” She momentarily closed her eyes, feeling the animal rubbing against her chest, cuddling against her. It let out a low purr and it took her all her might not to move right now. Selena turned off the stove gas, arranged the food she cooked on two plates and carried them over to the small table before the couch where the doctor was sitting. She then walked behind the settee, her hand stroking Cassandra’s cheek as she bent, loc
Selena eyed the clock nervously. Bedtime was approaching and she had never been more anxious before. She realized what a coward she was as she furiously applied paint on her canvas. She glanced at Cassandra who was doing the dishes and when the doctor met her eyes, she instantly gulped, looking away.Curiosity picked on her as Cassandra wondered why she was behaving so oddly, “Is everything alright?” “Yes, haha! All is perfecto! You can go to bed now!” She arched an eyebrow, “Go to bed? You don’t want to…” She nervously interrupted, “Of course I want to sleep with you!” Cassandra eyed her in puzzlement as she wiped her wet hands in her vest, “I was going to say watch Frozen since you were insisting so much but… sure, we can go to—” “Yes, yes you can go! I just…uh, need to work on this for a bit. I'm a bit, haha...behind my schedule.” She raised her brush as if to reinforce her point and Cassandra nodded, “Ah… alright. I'm surprise that you do have a schedule. Mmh, goodnight then.” “Y
Selena twirled her fingers around Cassandra’s hair. She was sleeping so peacefully beside her. She traced the shape of her jaw and the doctor moved slightly, softly kissing the tips of her fingers. The latter instinctively held her hand against her cheek, gazing at her for a long second and Selena blushed hard, not knowing what to tell her, “I’ve never felt anything like that. It was so amazing. I feel reborn.” “Mmh, is that so? I didn’t even do half the things I had in mind. I told you, you would beg me to stop, you innocent inexperienced naïve angel.” “...you’re so bad. Stop teasing me already.” She pressed herself into her, seeking her warmth, her legs entangling with hers as they embraced. The sunlight basked their body and they both felt too lazy to move. It seemed perfect... Way too perfect. Cassandra gasped, realization dawning on her. She shifted suddenly as the horrifying thought crossed her mind, “Goddammit, I forgot I need to get to work!” Selena held her tightly sudden
For three hours, she has been sitting before a new canvas, avidly crafting a new painting. She had opened her Outlook while having breakfast and she was surprised at the number of emails that had flooded her inbox. All from various collectors around the world, most of them acknowledging the work she did on the Icarus painting. Rodriguo Gonzalez sure did a fine publicity for her. She had to call him and thank him for that. Eight new commissioned paintings. Damn. It would take her months to complete all of them. She would even gain more recognition. She felt hopeful again. She worked out the colors carefully, mixing them, finding the right combinations. She began applying them, putting pressure where she should. Her hand was steady as she traced the forms that she conjured in her mind, translating the images on the canvas. Cassandra’s work seemed so…stressful as compared to hers…but she was certain that they both feared failure. She feared that the end product didn’t meet her clients
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jason was absently sizzling some meat on the grill when he heard some commotions happening outside. He saw one of the assistants peeping through the kitchen door into the dining hall and he asked, “Psst, Mitch. What’s up, man?” “Just some cops speaking with the manager, bro.” He froze, fear seizing him. They couldn’t be here for him, right? He wiped his arm over his forehead, feeling the sweat. The top chef angrily cursed in Italian before yelling at him, “Woah. Eyes on the meat, figlio!” He gazed at it, turning it over, feeling suffocated through the steam that hovered up. His friend, Mitch then casually said, “Yo they’re coming here. Anyone got drugs on em or what?” Jason reacted instantly, shoving his apron off as he banged against the chef, feeling his hands into the man’s pocket, taking out his keys, “Gotta borrow your bike, chef.” He ran towards the backdoor, ignoring the curses, hearing the cops busting through the kitchen door. He climbed on the Ducatti, s
She stared at the video, “That’s… the exam room? But— Move.” He instantly stood, letting her sit and she went pale, realizing it was a recording of her appointment with Selena. She skipped through it, sweating when she saw that it showed all the things that she did to her at that time. Her fingers trembled as she asked, pausing the video, “Who sent this?” He stammered, “I… I don’t know. And scroll up the mail.”Cassandra did, reading what was written: They say you’re a respectable doctor but would a real Ob-Gyn do something as disgusting as sexually abuse a young woman? You took everything from me and I intend to do the same to you. You have to pay for your sins. The world will soon know what kind of a sick person you really are. This is my promise to you. She closed the mail, her lips shaking, ordering, “Don’t speak about this to anyone, Charles.” He chewed on his bottom lips, “But this person is threatening you. You… you could lose your license if he or she posts it.” “I know…—
When Cassandra saw the luxurious black Rolls Royce car waiting just outside her house, she knew immediately that something was wrong. Selena was alright, right? Interestingly, she noted that the vehicle had its own chauffeur. She drove in her garage, pulled over her car, switching the engine off, her heart racing as she remembered Megan warning her to leave today itself. She stepped out, waiting for the two black sedans to park across the street, opposite her villa. The bodyguards found four cameras in the clinic and one in her car. That wasn’t reassuring at all. She had to make them search her house as well. She felt as if she had been spied on all this time. Barely did his car stop that Siegfried crossed the road, hassling to her. He slid his hand beneath his coat, taking out a glock 26, attaching a silencer to it, “I’ll check in with my men first.” Cassandra shook her head, diving her hands in her pockets, “No. It shouldn’t be anything I can’t handle.” He hesitantly said, gla
“If you’re talking about the stabbing incident, I perfectly know.” Veronica widened her eyes, realization dawning on her. This could be bad. She furiously gazed at Selena, walking to her, grabbing her shoulders, “You told her?! What is wrong with you?” She trembled, feeling confused and lost, “No, I… I didn’t.” She felt suffocated in this room. She nervously looked at the doctor, fearing what she had in mind. Those eyes… it was clear that she was disappointed in her. She opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t utter a single word in her defense. Veronica clenched her glass, slamming it on the counter, feeling cornered, “How do you know that? My father made sure no one got word of this.”Cassandra shrugged, “Mayer has very reliable sources and I’ve got contacts in the NYPD.” She taunted the lawyer, “What would the world say if this comes to light, mmh?” The lawyer indignantly looked away, frustration flaring over her face. She couldn’t beat that. Or maybe she could. She just had