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The drive home was very quiet but the drumming in my ears from my heart pumping blood into my ears was loud.
I looked down at my fingers and unclenched them. After a few seconds, I turned to Hunter.
His eyes were focused on the road, his entire appearance was relaxing and chill after he just made a couple of grown men cry. There were no emotions on his face.
I cleared my throat and spoke.
“why did you tell the head of police to keep shut about me after he told you they've announced me dead?”
The corners of his lips lifted in a smile.
“He already informed Cassian and his family about the so-called accident. Right now they think you're dead and it's the perfect time to start planning for your revenge, so that when you strike, you'll hit hard and true because they wouldn't expect your resurrection.”
A thrill went through me.
“Thank you.” I told him “You must have a million things to take care of and so much work but you're here helping me out… I really appreciate it. “
“I made a promise to your grand dad. I'm a man that keeps his promises. “
A man indeed and a fine specimen of a man… I turned away immediately as the words took form as a thought in my mind. What if I had said that out loud ?
I felt blood flowing through my veins like larva, it was hot and fast… Heading straight to my p***y.
I clenched my thighs and swore under my breath. I needed to snap out of this! This is not me, I'm not the type that lusts after men.
Doesn't it matter if that man was carved by the Heavens and blessed with confidence from the darkest parts of hell?
No, it doesn't fvcking matter!
“Freya? Are you alright? “
I turned to him.
“What?”
“Your cheeks, they're…”
I placed my hands on my cheeks, and they were warmer than usual. Was I frigging blushing? Oh no, he knows, he must have read my mind somehow.
“Do you want to get ice cream? “
“Sure.”
“Great, I know a place.” He turned away and returned to looking Stoic. I don't think he knows yet.
Thank God.
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Cassian didn't want to keep thinking about Freya, but he found himself lingering in her memories. He caught himself too many times thinking about the look of pain in her eyes when she was in jail. How she begged him to get her out and treat her with kindness and how he refused.
Now she is dead.
He took the glass to his lips.
“Baby, take a look at this view,” Genevieva said, pulling his attention to the skyline.
They were in his penthouse, the one he never took Freya to.
Hell, she didn't even know he owned it.
“Gigi, your sister is dead.” He spat, he tried to hold back his anger and bitterness, but it slipped.
Genevieva turned to him, her legs stretched out in front of her as she laid on the lounge chair.
“Wait, don't tell me you're sad because that miserable bitvh is dead. She probably did herself good by dying…”
“Genevieva!. “
“What?! I'm telling the truth! Gah!” She sat up on the lounge chair and pushed her sun glasses out of her eyes and upwards to the crown of her head.
“Baby, now is not the time to develop a conscience. We all treated her badly and you know it. It's better to come face to face with the truth, if not you'll rot in a pool of guilt. What use will you be then?”
That was probably the only reasonable thing Genevieva ever said, and she was proud of herself for coming up with the words because it seemed to calm Cassian down.
He brought the glass to his lips and sipped the dark brown liquid again .
“Good,” she hummed to herself. “Now, isn't that sight wonderful?” she asked as she went back to how she was before the conversation started.
Cassian dropped the glass and walked to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror and funny enough, he was beginning to feel that Genevieva was right.
He never really loved Freya, did he?
Dear God, no.
He only married her because his father forced him to, and he never understood why she even wanted him back. Oh, how she smiled during their wedding.
He sighed and turned on the faucet, he splashed some water on his face and when he looked in the mirror again, Genevieva was standing behind him and she was naked
Her fingers were idly circling her n*****s and she was biting on her bottom lip. His c**k jerked and he turned to her and pulled her lips… He ran his tongue over it before proceeding to bite it.
She squirmed and his hand went between her thighs. One finger dug into her p***y and he started stroking her wet entrance.
That's right, he never loved Freya but when he saw her older sister, he knew he wanted to bury his c**k deep in her. And he'd been f*****g her since they met, it was good that Freya died.
It was a blessing she got out of the picture for good.
“Bad boy, give me your c**k. This dirty girl wants to make you cum.”
He pulled her hair roughly and yanked it back.
“ouch.” Genevieva cried and he added two more fingers because he was not getting any traction in her p***y with one finger.
He turned her around and pushed her onto the counter. A few bottles cluttered around and fell to the floor but he didn't mind. His eyes were locked on the target.
He closed his eyes and decided he was going to forget about Freya and this time for good.
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