Chapter 36 Time To Reveal Your Surprise

...Cassandra POV...
Christian is being very secretive about this surprise. We have been through a round of twenty questions, and I am nowhere near to knowing what it is. I can't say that he knows me that well to know what I do and don't like. But then again, he is a playboy that is only now starting to figure out what a woman is about. The chances that it is a good surprise could possibly be sIim.
We both have decided not to mention the messed up situation of today, well at least not for now. As Christian says, it is the problem of our parents, not ours. Sadly, their mistakes are affecting us. He has always looked up to his father; this has just crushed his heart to pieces. As for my dad, he is just made up of a bunch of lies himself. I can safely say that Christian nor I shall be forgiving them any time soon.
But as we are getting closer to his home, I can see a smile starting to grow on his face. That cheeky smile only means two things, he is either pinning me to a wall, or he is up to no good again. But it still does not stop me from asking.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing, why?"
"That smile on your face tells me that you are up to no good."
"Can't a man smile?"
"Not after that."
He only but waves me off as he pulls into the driveway at his house. As we step through the door, I can see that smile grow even bigger. Yes, this man is really up to something.
So I suspiciously follow him behind as we make our way up to his room. He goes to wash his face, as he says, to get the shit off of today. I fall down onto the soft satin sheets on his bed. I slowly close my eyes to clear my mind and push this day to the back of my head.
While I am peacefully lying, I hear him all of a sudden standing next to the bed, clearing his throat rather loudly. As I open my eyes...
"Oh my god!"
Christian is standing there with a big red ribbon tied around a rather huge erection. He just winks at me and smiles...
"So, what do you think of opening your present?"
"Trust you to want sex after a stressful day."
"Come on, princess, it makes me relax."
As he steps closer, I pull the one end of the ribbon and let it fall loosely to the floor. He pulls me up from the bed gently. He reaches his hand to my chin and looks into my eyes. His tender brown eyes are like bottomless pools. I can see both the love he feels for me and the pain he is trying to hideaway. I shall give into his body and give him anything he desires, not only for now but for as long as we are bound together.
...Christian POV...
I bet she did not expect this, what she does not know, this is not her real surprise. But hey, let a man take advantage of the moment while he can.
She reaches over to me, her soft hands sliding around the back of my neck. Fuck how I have missed her touch. How I have missed her. I slowly lower my head until our lips touch; I take my hand to the nape of her neck and pull her even closer to me.
At first, my lips are gentle; they softly caress hers. Then I nip and nibble and bite at her bottom lip. She moans at the back of her throat, begging for more, and my mouth settles more firmly on hers. The taste of her, her intimate flavor laced with the hint of coffee, affects me like a drug. She is my drug, my addiction, and I will always want more. And more is what I give, I kiss her more aggressively, hunting for the deepest, sweetest taste of her.
But she has never kissed me like this before; she is feeding her rising passion and satisfying mine. I just want to hold her tightly and lock her full body against me. I consume her mouth with patient hunger. Her hands flutter to the sides of my face, stroking the bristle of my cheeks and jaw. I make a quiet moan in my throat. Suddenly she takes hold of my shoulders and arches her way into my body.
I want to possess every inch of that body and every flicker of her soul. I want my skin to melt into hers, and we become one. I want to make love to her until the sun sets and comes up.
But then...
I am ripped from the passion and rising tension by a scuffle coming from downstairs.
"Did you hear that, princess?"
"Yes. Is your mom here?"
"Yes. She was supposed to help me with something."
I quickly grab the closest pair of paints I can find; I take my gun from the table and make my way outside.
I slowly decent the stairs to where I heard the noises come from.
I make my way into the lounge, but everything seems clear from this side.
I sneek to my father's office, but it does not seem that anything is wrong in here either.
Then I pop my head into the kitchen; I swear it came from here, but there is nothing that gives me the indication that there is a problem here.
But then...
I hear the sound of a car racing out of the driveway. I rush to the front door; just as I swing it open, I see the tail of a black Mercedes disappear off onto the road.
I immediately start to frantically call after my mom, racing to her bedroom and any other room that she could possibly be in.
I can't find her...
As I come back downstairs, I find a very scared Cassandra with a piece of paper in her hand.
She hands it to me...
It takes me a few times to read it over and over, just trying to understand. Then sets in.
"Fuck."
...Foster Caine POV...
I have never seen Christian so mad in my life. I really did make a mess of things, but then again, I never expected him to find out. I did think that we covered our tracks pretty well. If Joseph did not piss Roxy and Anna off, then we would not be sitting with this problem.
And a problem it is. He has now just declared war with Joseph without knowing. To make things even worse, he takes Cassandra with him. Things are about to get very ugly and ugly in a fucking big way.
So I am trying to put out the fire while Giselle is trying to get her daughter back. I know how stubborn Christian is; he is not about to budge on both. And I am having a hard time explaining it to Joseph.
"Joseph just gives Christian time to cool off; he will come around."
"Foster, I do not see that happening. Your son has taken my territory and then my daughter on top of that. I am not taking this lightly. You have an hour to get her back; after that, I am afraid that I shall not be held responsible for what I do."
"Let me speak to Emily; she will have better luck with him than I do."
So I make my way outside to go make the call to my wife. I somehow doubt that she will get Christian to calm even a fraction down. As I dial her number, I am shit nervous to tell her what has happened. She has never forgiven me for it, and this is about to make it worse.
It does take her a while, but she answers.
"What is wrong, Foster?"
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
"You never phone me unless you have fucked something up."
"It is Christian. Is he home yet?"
"No, I have not heard him come in. Why? What happened? Is he okay?"
How do I even start this conversation? Whichever way, she is still going to be pissed at me.
"Anna has made contact with Cassandra, and she brought her to see Joseph."
"God, now Christian knows."
"He has taken Cassandra. Joseph is fuming."
"Tell him to deal with it. It is the two of you that started this shit. Sort it out!"
She is mad; I can tell by the way her voice just hitched like that. The chances of her talking to Christian is very slim.
"That is not all."
"What else have you messed up now?"
"Christian has claimed Joseph's turf back."
"I have had about enough of your shit. You sort this out. I am done, and I shall not be trying to talk Christian down either. You made your bed; rot in it!"
With that, she drops the phone, but before she does, I can hear her cursing. She is just overreacting. Why does she not just do as what she is fucking told? No, she always needs to say the last word. It will be her and me when I get home later.
Now to go tell Joseph the good news, I can always lie, but I have become quite a bad liar, for I do not know what reality is anymore. Wait until Christian finds out about another little secret I have been keeping from him. I will not be winning the dad of the year award.
As I get back into the kitchen, I have a very impatient Joseph waiting for me. He only but say one word...
"And?"
"It seems that I am having an even harder time convincing Emily."
"This is not good, Foster. Things are looking really bad for you."
"Just give me more time."
"I am afraid your time is up. You leave me with no other choice."
"What are you going to do?"