CASSANDRA
Cassandra can’t catch a wink of sleep–not that night, or the ones that follow. It’s been five days since she moved into Emilio’s penthouse, and they’re still waiting on the DNA results.
Emilio insists she’ll return to work tomorrow, regardless of the results. That’s a relief, because being stuck in this penthouse is driving her crazy. But there’s a silver lining to this whole mess- Alex’s fever has finally broken, and he’s back to his usual self.
Late in the afternoon. Cassandra’s phone rings. It’s Gwen, checking in about her new job.
“Yeah, it’s good. Everyone’s nice, and I’m having a good time.” Cassandra hates lying to Gwen, but what else can she say? That her boss’s boss is her baby’s father, and he just found out, and she might be jobless soon?
“That’s great. Keep me posted.”
“I will. Take care.”
A few minutes later, Emilio walks in and heads straight to his bedroom. Cassandra hasn’t seen much of him these past few days. He’s probably waiting for the DNA results before deciding his next move. All she wants is to keep her job and her apartment when this is all
over.
But sleep eludes her again that night.
The next morning, Cassandra drops Alex off at his usual daycare. She’s going to work, no matter what Emilio says.
She’s just found out that her apartment complex has been bought by none other than Emiliano Rodriguez. How dare he try to control every part of her life?
Today, Cassandra’s wearing a gray dress that hits just above her knees, cinched at the waist with a black belt. She’s paired it with matching heels and her hair is neatly tied up in a chignon.
When she arrives at the bank, she’s met by a swarm of reporters. They start snapping pictures and hurling questions at her, but she can’t make out a word they’re saying. She pushes past them and heads inside
In the lobby, eight men in black suits and earpieces are standing around. One of them approaches her, and Cassandra can’t help but wonder, What on earth is happening?
“Identification, ma’am.”
Cassandra quickly hands him her ID card, then rushes to the elevator. She runs into Jake and asks him what’s going on.
“Your guess is as good as mine, Cass.”
When she gets to her floor, she’s surprised to see someone else sitting at her receptionist’s desk. They must’ve hired a temp. To confirm, she knocks softly on Mr. Smith’s office door.
When she walks in, Mr. Smith looks taken aback. “Ms. Miller, I didn’t expect you to come back.”
She frowns. “I don’t understand, Mr. Smith. Why would you think that?“”
“Well, Mr. Rodriguez hired someone else for your position. He said you knew and had found a replacement. I was disappointed to hear that, but I wish you the best at your new job.”
Cassandra feels like she’s been punched in the gut. New job. Who does Emiliano Rodriguez think he is? What gives him the right to fire me without u good reason? How dure he?
She rushes out of Mr. Smith’s office and takes the elevator to the top floor of the building. She won’t take this lying down, First her apartment, now her job–it’s too much.
Cassandra’s heels click against the marble tiles with each step she takes. “Mr. Rodriguez,” she tells his secretary, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Mr. Rodriguez is unavailable. Can I take a message?”
“Where is he
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“Conference room.”
Without a second thought. Cassandra heads for the conference room and barges in. “We had….” she starts, but her voice trails off when she sees a group of men in suits sitting around a long, glass table.
They all stare at her like she’s lost her mind. But she doesn’t care; her only concern right now is the man at the head of the table, looking dashing in his three–piece charcoal–gray suit.
Emilio stands up, not breaking eye contact with Cassandra. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me,” he says.
He grabs her arm and leads her back to his office, shutting the door behind them. He presses a button on his desk, and the shutters on his windows close. Cassandra gulps, feeling like she’s trapped in a cage with a tiger, ready to devour her.
As Emilio slowly approaches her, Cassandra stands her ground. She’s wearing heels today, but he still towers over her.
“We had an agreement. I stayed at your penthouse like you asked, but you said I could keep my job. So why am I hearing that I’m jobless
Cassandra is so angry she can barely breathe, but Emilio remains silent. What’s his problem?
“Emilio, I’m talking to you!” she yells. “You can’t do this. I need this job.”
“Are you done? I have an important meeting to get back to.”
“What?” she squeaks. “Were you even listening to me?”
“We’ll talk about this later.” He turns to leave, but she blocks his path.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you fired me and why you bought my apartment and kicked me out. Where am I supposed to live? I need my job; I have bills to pay and a son to take care of. Emilio, please, I’m begging you: don’t do this to me.”
Cassandra’s voice breaks. Why is he doing this? She’s on the verge of tears, and he doesn’t seem to care. I lose this job, I’ll be homeless.
What am I saying? I’m already homeless because of him.
Cassandra’s teeth sink into her lower lip, trying to keep it from quivering. Emilio groans in response, his hand curling around her neck. pulling her roughly against him. A soft gasp slips from her lips as his other hand traces a path up her spine.
She locks eyes with Emilio, and the look in his eyes takes her by surprise. He wants her. He really wants her.
Her pulse quickens at the base of her neck as his head slowly lowers toward hers. She tells herself to step back, but her stubborn feet won’t budge. Then his lips are on hers.
The kiss isn’t tender or soft. Emilio claims her mouth, taking everything Cassandra has to offer. She fights him for a moment, but then she melts into him, returning his kiss. His tongue pushes deeper into her mouth, and she moans, pressing her lower body against him to feel his hardness.
Cassandra’s nipples harden against her bra, and her hands find their way into Emilio’s hair. She can feel the heat building between her thighs; she craves more than just a kiss.
EMILIANO
When Cassie’s mad, her chest rises
falls in a way that draws attention to her breasts. It makes her even more enticing.
Her dress clings to her slim waist, highlighting her stunning curves, and her heels make her legs look endless. Any man would stumble over his own feet imagining what’s hidden between those legs.
Sure, Emiliano remembers their agreement, but everything changed when he spent the last four nights dreaming of her. Waking up sweaty with his silk sheets tangled around his legs and his cock hard. Taking cold showers in the middle of the night just to cool his heated body.
He can’t recall ever needing a cold shower because of a woman.
Everything changed because he had to have her, even if it was just for one night. He had to quench this desire for her so he could get back to his normal life. He needed to sleep with her soon, and that couldn’t happen if she was an employee of his company.
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Cassie is saying something, but all Emiliano can focus on is her lips as she bites them. The next thing he knows, he’s kissing her, and she’s kissing him back.
Emiliano cups Cassie’s ass and grinds his hips into her so she can feel how hard he really is. Her fingers tighten in his hair, and he deepens the kiss while lifting her up and carrying her to the couch. He lays her down and lies on top of her, never breaking the kiss.
Never before has a simple kiss set his body on fire like this.
Emiliano slowly moves his hand up her thighs, savoring the way Cassie trembles under his touch. Her dress rides up a bit, giving him better access, and his finger traces the edge of her thong. He presses his hips into her, right where she’s aching, and a gasp escapes her lips. She squirms beneath him.
Then Emiliano touches her hot pussy, and Cassie cries out. He can tell that she’s on the edge just from his hand on her.
“So hot and ready for me,” Emiliano groans against her swollen lips, sliding a finger inside of her.
Cassie’s eyes widen, and he can feel her wetness, can almost taste her arousal. He slips a second finger inside her, and her nails dig into his back. His thumb strokes her clit, and her head falls back as she surrenders to the pleasure of his touch.
She looks so beautiful with her dazed eyes and swollen lips.
After a few minutes, Cassie comes with Emiliano’s fingers still inside her. He holds her as her small, delicate body shakes with the orgasm. He should be inside her now. His erection is painfully hard,
His intercom buzzes, and his secretary’s voice fills the room.
“They’re still waiting for you, Mr. Rodriguez.”
Emiliano gently pulls his fingers out of Cassie and stands up. He extends his other hand to her, hut she ignores it and gets up on her
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