Chapter 45 Breathe Heather Breathe

…Cassandra POV…
Christian is calling me over to his table. I feel like I can simply die. Is there any possibility that he will not think it is me? Well, Cassandra, that is just plain ridiculous; you have had your body all over this man far too many times that he would not notice that it is you. Yes, I think this awful dress is keeping him somewhat distracted. And I also believe that somehow it is not his idea to call me over. Well, I hope that the sky comes crashing down because I am about to faint.
But much to my surprise, as I am about halfway up to him, I see Mike come towards me and pull me to one of the booths. In the background, I hear him talk to Christian.
"Sorry, boss, but there was a gentleman that was looking for…Heather specifically."
"Who is this, Heather?"
"She is one of the girls that are standing in until we get a new girl in Tammy s place."
"Well, the girl seems to have a good body on her; ask her if she wants to stay on, we will pay her well."
With that, my body cringes. Did he just say that Heather has a good body? Well, fuck I am Heather, but he does not know that. I am not even gone a day, and he is already looking at another woman. God, should he not be at home with his family. But that is not my problem anymore. My problem is when I leave the booth, is he going to call for me once again.
But wait, dear old Josh that saw me hiding in here comes looking for me.
"What are you doing in here? Did Mr. Caine not ask for you?"
"I had to come to get some fresh air?"
"Fresh air? In a booth? In a strip club? What is going on here?
Well, what on earth do I tell Mr. Nosy here? I guess that it is only a matter of time, and he will find out. So I pull him, rather oddly in the booth in full sight of Christian, now I already know that this is going to cause a world of problem. But that is a problem for later. So let me the shock and already stressed Josh.
"You do know that Christian has a girlfriend?"
"Yes, but he keeps it to himself, so I have never really asked many questions."
"Well, you kind of see, I am his girlfriend."
Now, if it was even possible but could almost be, Josh turns whiter than all the fifty shades of white. He stumbles back a few steps and sits down on the chair. I cannot help but chuckle at him.
"Cassie, I don t see how this can even be funny. He is going to kill me if he knows that I gave his girlfriend a job in a strip club."
"First of all, it is ex. And second, this is where he met me, so you know what, his ass. But yet I do not want his ass to know that I am here. Cause he will really kill me."
"Guess what, he is going to kill us both then."
Just then, Mike comes sneaking into the booth as well, "Cassie, Christian wants you on stage."
"Perfect."
…Christian POV…
There is something about this Heather that is drawing me to her. I cannot place my finger on it. She, or should I say that body reminds me so much of Cassandra. I am looking at this girl, and I have all these desires running through my mind for Cassandra. This is wrong on so many levels. I am looking at a complete stranger and fantasizing about a woman that I shoved out of my life. I cannot let my thoughts be consumed by Cassandra. So I do what I do best, I shake my head furiously from side to side to rid myself of any memory of her.
And it is this very thing that makes me ask this Heather on stage.
What am I doing?
Compensating?
Of course.
That is as far as it is going to go, I shall not lay my hands on another woman, for I know, and do I even dare to say it, but my heart does belong to Cassandra still. However, it does not mean that I cannot get over her. Everybody moves on some time. Some might be longer than others, but we all forget somehow and carry on without lives. How long will it take me? Well, how long is this Mafia war going to be?
But now something odd is striking me, both Mike and Josh have now gone in after Heather into this booth where she is supposed to be dancing for some guy. This rather does not sit right with me. So as Mike comes out again, I ignore his babble and walk straight past him. As I turn my head into the booth, I see Heather there with Josh, stuck in a rather heated conversation.
I loudly clear my voice and make my presence know, "What is going on in here?"
Heather is immediately startled, and what is beyond even natural, she pulls Josh into a rather passionate kiss. Well, this is also something that I shall not allow, but for now, I shall let them have their moment, and I shall talk to them as soon as their hormones have clear.
But before I leave, I call for Heather again, "I want you on that stage in five minutes. No bullshit."
With that, I leave, and as I do, that scent attacks my senses, jasmine, and vanilla. God, it is intoxicating. It reminds me of every single moment that I took her body and lost myself in it. She was the only woman that knew how to make me crumble. Well, guess what, she will not make me crumble anymore. She has brought me to my knees once; she shall not do it again.
Saying this, my mind comes back to the present again, and I let go of my anger of only but one minute. Just as I am about to take another sip of my whiskey, I have Josh next to me, trying to profusely apologize for what I saw. I have only got one thing to say to him.
"Stay away from Heather."
…Cassandra POV…
I cannot believe he just demanded me on stage. But wait, let us go back to a few seconds before that. I fucking kissed Josh! What was I thinking! When Christian finds out that Heather is actually me, he is going to be pissed all over again. I just have to keep on sticking my foot into it.
But wait, my foot. It is perfect; I am going to do the shower show. This time I just won t pull anyone in with me. Perfect. With this newfound hope that he shall not find out who Heather really is, I make my way to the dressing room to change for my show. There I find a very amused Jessie, that has by now, thanks to the gossip train in the club, found out that I just kissed Josh in front of Christian.
"Girl, what were you thinking? Mr. Caine is going to kill you once he finds out about this whole charade."
"He won t find out. I am going to do the shower show. I just won t pull anyone in."
"You know that you have to."
"I know, but they don t know."
"Cassie, you are busy playing a dangerous game."
"Fine, I will pull some random guy in."
She only but burst out in a burst of uncontrollable laughter, "Now he is seriously going to kill your ass."
"Hey, a little support here would be great."
"I ain't supporting your ass when a big ass Mafia boss finds out that you have been playing him for a fool."
I only but wave her off and get ready for my show. Now the trick is, do not wear anything that he would know, and whatever happens, do not take it off.
So I slip into a perfect lace number that gives me the perfect cleavage that I desire and an elegant bottom that covers what needs to be covered. The only problem, it has strings, the strings that Mr. Caine so loves to pull at. Well, I have no option; I am not going nude into this; he will for a fact know that it is me then.
Next, I slip on an elegant pair of black stilettos; Mr. Caine loves the red ones, so let us not let him get any more suspicious about Heather than what he is.
Last but not least, I tuck this wig of blond hair perfectly into place so there shall be no hint of the beautiful brown color of my hair.
I give myself one final once off in the mirror and smile at perfect perfection. Once I am convinced that I am Heather and not Cassie, I make my way behind the stage to Kyle.
I softly whisper in his ear, "I am Heather."
He looks at me oddly and only smiles as he notices Christian sitting in the crowd.
"Well, Heather, I am going to guess that you are doing the shower show."
"It is the only way you are getting me on that stage. And, play music that I will never dance to in my life."
"Do you want me to go fetch you the guy as well?" He says mockingly, but I nearly take him up on his offer.
"I guess that is one that I shall just have to risk. What is the odds that Christian will get into the shower with a complete stranger."
I see a stupid grin grow around the corners of his face, and I know exactly what he is thinking, and do I so want to slap that smirk off his face.
"Don t get clever with me. Just announce Heather, and let's get this show over and done with."
With that, I take a deep breath.
"Breathe… Breathe Cassandra breathe… Oh fuck… Just breath Heather."
I make my elegant stride onto the stage, with hips that are trying not to sway the way that Christian knows how they sway. I try not to pout the pink lips; yes, I opted for pink lipstick instead of red. Now to try and hide the way your lips move is a bit harder than swaying your hips.
But all that aside, I slide over the stage smoother than honey; with each step I take, I drive every single man into tortured bliss. I want every single one of them to beg. And begging is what they do as I run my eyes over the crowd. Who shall be the lucky man that is going to share a steamy hot shower with me?
And then it happens.
Christian stands up from his seat.