Cassie’s POV
"I heard what happened yesterday. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how you felt."
"Mm." I nodded. "It’s fine, though. I’m used to it."
"Was he always like that?" She took a bite of her sandwich, clearly treating me as her afternoon entertainment.
"I guess."
"That’s really sad, Cassie. Just know I’m here for you. Always."
"Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind."
"How did Mr. Blackwood react to it?"
"Not bad, actually. He was pretty helpful."
"Speaking of him..." I jumped at the chance to steer the conversation off myself. "I overheard someone in the ladies’ room saying he has a twin. Is that true?"
"Yes, he does. But they haven’t been close in a while."
"Really? What happened between them?"
"I don’t know the full story, but I think it was over a girl," she whispered.
"That’s really insane.."
"Yeah, it was really crazy, that was right after he lost his mom. He was already shattered. Anita, that was her name. She dated Dylan first, then cheated on him with Damien."
"Ouch. She was messy. What did his dad do about their situation?"
"His father cared more about protecting the family image than anything else."
Lunch was nearly over, and honestly, I was relieved and ready to escape CeCe and her endless supply of gossip.
I got back to the office ten minutes later than I should have, bracing myself for him to nag about it.
But he wasn’t there. Still at lunch, probably.
Thirty minutes later, he walked in already issuing orders.
"Cassie, pack my things. I have a meeting to get to."
"Okay, sir." What’s the best way to spend an afternoon, if not being completely free of Damien?
I handed him his briefcase. He didn’t even look at me twice — just grabbed it and walked out.
At least now I’d have some time to myself, without him watching my every move.
I settled back into my chair, actually enjoying the quiet of the empty office.
The day passed quickly after that, and by the time it was over, his driver was already waiting outside for me.
But I didn’t feel like going straight home. I could use a little fun first.
"Drop me at the cinema. I’ll find my own way home from there."
"Ma’am, Mr. Blackwood said—"
I cut him off. "He also said what I do on my own time isn’t his concern. The second I’m out of the office, I’m not on his clock anymore. So — cinema, please."
"Okay, ma’am."
I got in, and the ride over was calm, exactly the kind of break I needed from my usual routine.
I arrived at the cinema, grabbed popcorn and headed into the auditorium. It was nearly empty, just a few scattered couples here and there.
I didn’t mind the quiet. I just wanted to enjoy the rest of my evening — until a man in a hoodie walked over and sat down right beside me. The theater was dark, and for a second, genuine fear shot through me.
"Hey." He settled in next to me.
"Hi," I muttered, on edge. Given everything happening in my life lately, I had every reason to be wary of strangers.
I forced myself to stay calm — there were still a few people scattered around, even if they were far from where I sat.
"It’s really nice seeing you again."
Again? My heart rate spiked.
"Have we met before?" I asked quietly, slowly working the pepper spray out of my bag.
"Yeah. At the club — twice, actually. I texted , but you said I had the wrong person."
"Twice? I don’t remember meeting anyone at a club twice." I shifted slightly, ready to move if I needed to.
"We had sex. At your friend’s birthday party. You practically begged me."
Embarrassment flooded through me instantly — remembering exactly how I’d begged a total stranger to fuck me but underneath that, something else stirred too. I missed how that had felt.
"I don’t remember any of that."
"You’re a terrible liar. It’s honestly kind of hot."
"So what, you’re stalking me now?"
"No. I just missed you. A lot." His voice did something to me I didn’t want to admit to.
"That sounds like stalking to me. Following me around, texting me out of nowhere."
"How did you even get my number?"
He just smiled. "I know a lot about you. And no — it’s not stalking."
"You said we met twice. What did you mean by that?"
"The back of my car. You threw up on me."
I froze. "That was you?"
"Yeah. I recognized you again at your friend’s party, even with the mask on. I wanted to talk to you and that’s when I saw what was happening to you."
"I never actually got to thank you properly. For what you did that night."
"Well. You owe me one."
I laughed. "I suppose I do." Then: "What are you doing here?"
He hesitated before answering. "I came to see you. Like I said — I missed you."
"Okay. I’d love to know your actual name, who you are. I have a lot of questions, but you can start with just one."
"I don’t think you’re ready for that answer yet. Soon, though." He shrugged. "For now, let’s just enjoy the movie."
"...I guess."
I couldn’t focus on the movie after that. My mind kept drifting somewhere else entirely.
I glanced at him — his eyes stayed locked on the screen, unreadable, like maybe he wasn’t feeling any of what I was feeling.
I started reading into everything.. the way he shifted, the moment our hands brushed reaching for the popcorn. Why was his hand even in there? My whole body felt strangely alert, my breathing shallow.
"Fuck it." He said, as his hand slid to the back of my neck, I couldn’t stop him. My mouth was full of him, gentle pressure, aching need.
We shouldn’t have but I can’t help but kiss him back.
wasn’t expecting he’d do that but I was glad because if he hadn’t I would have done it.
He slowly moved his hand from my neck to my titties. I let out a soft moan as he cupped them with his hands, squeezing them softly.
His hands found its way into my thighs, I adjusted myself for easy access of anything he was about to do. I could feel his hands in my panties which was already soaked with my drip.
As he was about to shift my panties, the lights of the auditorium came on. I didn’t notice the movie had already ended.