His Carnal Desire R-18

Chapter 2

DYLAN

Days turned into weeks, and I heard nothing from Cassius. It was clear he had firmly declined the marriage my father had arranged. A part of me felt relieved, knowing that my dad's plan hadn't succeeded as intended. But in my heart, I carried a different worry: I knew my father wouldn't give up so easily. He'd likely set his sights on another man to arrange my marriage.

Strangely, the idea of being married to Cassius hadn't left a bitter taste in my mouth. In fact, I couldn't imagine being married to anyone else but him. The problem wasn't with the idea of marriage itself; it was that Cassius simply wasn't interested in me. This raised countless questions in my mind.

What kind of woman did a man like Cassius desire? What did he mean when he said he had a "singular taste" in women? It was a riddle I couldn't solve, a mystery that taunted me. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something about myself that didn't match his preferences-something that made him look past me despite the obvious attraction between us. These thoughts kept me awake at night, my mind racing as I tried to understand the enigma that was Cassius.

"A shot of tequila, please," I ordered from the bartender as I sat on the bar stool. It didn't take a minute before he handed me my order.

I sat at the dimly lit bar, a glass of tequila in hand, desperately hoping that the burn of the alcohol could numb the thoughts swirling in my mind. Cassius, the man I had tried to distance myself from, had become an unrelenting presence in my thoughts.

But fate seemed determined to play a cruel joke on me that night. As I glanced around the bar, my heart sank at the sight of Cassius, bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting. He stood at the far end of the room, a vision of allure and charisma, drawing the attention of those around him.

There was no denying that Cassius possessed a magnetic quality, an aura that commanded attention. His dark hair framed his face, and his piercing gray eyes seemed to see right through me. He was dressed in a way that exuded both elegance and confidence, and it was impossible not to be captivated by his presence.

As I watched him from a distance, I couldn't help but wonder if he was aware of the effect he had on me. Did he know that his mere presence had the power to unravel my composure? Or was I just another face in the crowd, insignificant in his world?

I was at a bar, clutching my tequila glass, hoping it could provide solace from my thoughts about Cassius. My internal debate raged on: confront him or retreat? But fate intervened abruptly. Cassius rose from his seat, holding a captivating woman close, and they made their exit, an intriguing pair that had me transfixed.

The tequila had dimmed my senses, rendering me somewhat reckless. I left my barstool and stealthily followed them to the parking area. It felt somewhat voyeuristic, but I was compelled to seek answers.

There they were, next to his opulent black Bugatti W16 Mistral, a symbol of his wealth and taste. I concealed myself behind a nearby pillar, driven by a mix of curiosity and envy.

They stood closely, their bodies entwined, and I couldn't help but wonder what qualities she possessed that eluded me. What had drawn his attention and affection? This question had plagued me, and now I was determined to uncover an answer.

As they entered the luxurious car, my resolve solidified. I hastily got into my own vehicle, driven by curiosity. The engine roared to life, and I discreetly trailed them from a distance, my headlights tracking their Bugatti through the dimly lit streets.

A cascade of questions filled my mind as I followed them. Who was this woman who had ensnared Cassius's interest? Did she hold the key to his heart, or was this a fleeting encounter?

As I followed them, my thoughts shifted inward. Despite his rejection, my feelings for Cassius still lingered. I wanted to know what he meant when he said that he has singular taste in women.

The night was shrouded in uncertainty and the thrill of pursuit, with an unknown destination ahead. But my determination to uncover the truth remained unwavering, regardless of the personal cost.

Cassius's car came to a halt in front of an expansive and secluded mansion, an awe-inspiring sight that left me marveling at its grandeur. As we approached the imposing gates, I noticed a security detail in place, but they permitted Cassius's vehicle to pass without hesitation. Following suit, I proceeded behind them, eager to uncover more about this mysterious destination.

However, my journey was abruptly halted when I reached the security checkpoint. I lowered my car window and offered a polite greeting to the uniformed guard on duty.

"Good evening," I began, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

The security officer scrutinized me and then made a request: "May I see your invitation, madam?"

"In...invitation?" I stammered, realizing that I hadn't been privy to the nature of this gathering.

He offered a patient smile. "I'm sorry, madam, but this is an invitation-only event. Please turn your car around and leave."

I couldn't believe my predicament. Desperation crept into my voice as I tried to persuade him otherwise. "Wait! I know someone inside. Cassius Orsini. He knows me. Please ask him."

The security guard appeared unmoved, his duty bound by protocol. "I understand, madam, but without a valid invitation, I can't grant access. You'll have to leave the premises."

My frustration grew, and I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me. Cassius was right there, inside that mansion, and I was being denied entry. It was a frustrating and bewildering turn of events, leaving me with more questions than answers.

I wanted to insist they call Cassius for verification, but that might tip him off, risking my plan. So, I agreed with a smile and drove away. But I wasn't leaving just yet. I parked a few blocks away, hidden, thinking about how to get inside.

Ideas swirled in my mind. Maybe I could blend in with the guests or find a less guarded entrance. I waited in my car, knowing patience and clever thinking were my allies. I couldn't give up now, not when I was so close to knowing what secrets lay inside that mansion.

"I must find a way into that mansion, no matter what," I whispered to myself, my determination unwavering. My eyes remained fixed on the entrance, studying every car that gained access to the exclusive event.

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