Cassandra POV "Babe, the first batch of my book is sold out!" I screamed at the phone. The excitement was all over me and I can't control it. This wasn't my first book to get published but the response from readers for this book really surprised me. I called Scarlet and informed her about the good news once I received the congratulations message from my boss and colleagues this morning. "I told you, I have trust in you. So, I'm expecting some special treat tonight. Are we going to celebrate this?" She asked on the other line. "Of course. Anything for you, babe. Just name it." I said with glee. "Deal. I will choose the place. Ready to be broke tonight." I laughed at her remarks. "Yeah, I'm so ready," I replied playfully. I'm really grateful for her as she was the one who planted some idea about the book and I completed it in less than one mont

Cassandra POV "Cassandra, I'm going to the bank tomorrow and Michael won't be in. I need your help to take care of the cafe." Scarlet said with her puppy eyes. "You don't need to make that face. I got it," I replied which made her danced in joy. "But, I will claim for my salary end of the month," I continued making her haul her dance. "I know what you meant by salary. Don't worry I will make you a hundred cupcakes. You loved cupcake more than money." She said giggling. I threw the pillow to her but she managed to escape to her bedroom before that pillow hit her. I shook my head at her childish behavior and laughed afterward. Morning in the cafe It wasn't a busy day in the cafe today. Only a few tables were occupied and I still can manage it till Scarlet come back. This wasn't my first time either to be in the cafe alone. I'm a writer and my job d

Cassandra POV "Why are you running away yesterday, Cupcake?" I heard a hoarse voice behind me. "Cupcake?" I repeated the last word silently. The voice sound familiar. I spun my body instantly looking for the source. I was terrified of the sight in front of me. He leaned on the wall with his hand tugged in his pocket. He dressed in black jeans and a blue Polo shirt that hugged his toned body perfectly. "Smart as always", I praised inaudibly. "You are drooling over me again," he smirked. "I-I'm not." I protested even though I indeed was. "That is okay, Cupcake. I love it when you look at me like that." He confessed arrogantly. "What do you want from me?" Now, I was terrified of this person that claimed himself as 'Carlos Gonzales', the hero that I created in my book.  I looked around at the surroun