Chapter 46 Right A Wrong

…Cassandra POV…
Christian has just stood up; now, if I think that he was getting up to go outside or even to gents, then I am sadly mistaken. He is walking to the edge of the stage where I am standing. He comes straight up to me, and I immediately drop my eyes to my feet. I think I can just about die right now. But then he whispers,
"Heather, I know you are new, so I am going to help you with this. I have been there before, so I will show you how it is done."
I swallow hard and try to form the softest words from my mouth, but I can barely move. I don t know if I should be getting aroused at that damn sexy voice or if I should be pissed that he is offering to climb into a shower with another girl.
So with only but one finger, I lead him onto the stage, and god, it is there, the electricity, the heat, it is so unmistakable. Is it just me, or does he feel it too? I immediately pull away and show for him to take off his clothes.
But then he gets that sneaky little smile on his face, and I know that something is about to happen that I am not going to like, so he once again whispers to me, "I guess there is a no-touching rule?"
All I do is but nod my head, but then he speaks again, "Well, it is great that I am the boss then, I can do what I want."
I grind hard onto my teeth, trying my best not to snap back at him. Is he seriously thinking of touching another woman?
As I step into the shower, the water does nothing to soothe the irritation that is burning through my skin. And then there he is, that damn body that makes my knees stumble over my feet every time I see it. That sculpted chest seems that it has grown an inch harder since the last time that I saw him. I can barely fight the urge to reach out and drag my nails over his rippled abs; if I were not drenched from the water, then I would be wet.
And true to Christian nature, he does not play by the rules. From underneath my ever so fake eyelashes, I look at him as he whispers the name of another woman.
"So, Heather."
"Mmm."
"The last time I was in here, I kissed the girl. Would you mind if I kiss you too?"
I furiously nod my head to say yes; of course, I would damn mind. He is not fucking kissing another woman, not while I am hiding under the damn wig.
But he carries on, "Come on, nobody can see us. Just once."
Once again, I shake my head no, but if I thought that he would stop, I am really mistaken. He is hellbent on breaking any damn rules that are set there for creeps like him.
Then beyond what even seems fast enough, he is into every inch of my body. His naked skin drives me to complete agony, and I so want him to rest those hands that he has pinned me down with on my waist. I want him to fold them around and pull me into every corner of what would be…I stop my thought for one minute. The fucking man has a hard-on! He has a damn hard-on for another woman.
Before I can even possibly think of saying a word, he pulls up even closer. Much to my very own embarrassment, I let out a soft moan. He runs the edges of his lips softly against my cheek. I feel them tremble as he softly whimpers.
"Heather, I am going to kiss you."
My body freezes in an instant. I so desperately want to give in. It seems like it has been far too long that I have had those soft lips against mine. I want to tangle my hands in his hair and pull him even closer to me. I want to get completely lost in him.
But all I do is whimper, and yet he ignores my protest.
I feel as he moves his lips breath by breath closer to mine. We are so close that we could almost breathe the same breath. He looks down at my lips and backs up; before our eyes can meet, I close mine shut and pray that he will not take this further, yet he continues.
He cups my cheek in his hand, and I feel the heat rise under them as they slowly turn red. This man has me like jelly in his hands. As I open my eyes once again, I see him smile as he slowly leans into me. His hand is shaking slightly. Then he claims my lips; he merely rests his against mine.
But then he speaks.
"Cassandra, take that goddamn awful thing off your head. I know it is you."
I gasp and slowly open my eyes; with nothing but a smirk on his face, he nudges my chin between his fingers, "Please take that thing off."
I look at him in disbelief, "How? How did you know it was me?"
"Princess, I have been over every corner inch of your body; I would notice you even if you were wearing sweats. Now explain to me what the fuck are you doing in here?"
"Working Christian. The last time I checked, I was thrown out what was supposed to be my home."
He drops his head, somewhat defeated, and I know that I have just knocked him hard and hurt his feelings, but he hurt me first; he pushed me away as if I did not mean a thing. And guess what, it still fucking hurts; I don t care if he is standing here in front of me now. My guess he only did it because he would break any other man s hands off if they even thought about touching me.
"Christian, if you are not staying in here, I need to finish a show. You know I still have to make money somehow."
"Princess, but…"
"Don t but princess me, get out!"
With that, he leaves the shower in a rather rejected mood, I know, and I pray, but god, he is going to be pissed off because I just disrespected him in from his crew and an entire room full of strangers. The instant he disappears behind the curtains behind the DJ booth, I hear a loud bang as he smashes his fist into the wall. What the fuck have I done?
…Christian POV…
She just rejected me; quite frankly, I do not care if it is in front of my crew and a bunch of assholes that I do not know. What hits me is that she rejected me, and the worst damn thing of this all, I totally deserve it. I hurt her; I threw her out on the street like she was trash. Then I want to come and be pissed off because she is back at the club.
I must admit the little vixen had me fooled for a whole of five minutes, but when she started swaying that ass, even though she was trying not to do it on purpose, I knew it was her. So I thought I would play the game; I honestly thought she would have caved in far sooner. Yet, she surprised me and pushed it even as far as allowing me in the shower. Well, does the little vixen think that I am that blinded or possibly too drunk to notice? Now, if she waited another hour, then I would not have even noticed myself in the mirror.
So yes, I am defeated and rejected and not near close enough to giving up. She is not going anywhere tonight, and neither am I. We will not leave this club tonight; well, I won't leave until I tell her what a big jerk I have been.
After drying myself and leaving her a little gift in her bag, I make my way back to the table where a somewhat shocked Mason is staring at me far too awkwardly, "Boss, did you seriously just kiss that Heather girl."
"Yes, in fact, I did. Now, do you have a problem with that?"
Next thing comes Cassandra walking out of the dressing room, and Mason s jaw drops, "Wait, what the fuck is going on here. Was that…?"
He is trying to do the math in his head but yet fails to come to a conclusion, or at least that is what I thought. But yes, I do wish that I can punch him in the face as he speaks, "Is it Cassandra that kissed Josh in the booth."
"Well, thank you for reminding me about that. But now that you mention it, where is the fucking asshole."
Now, let me think about this. If I punch Josh, then she is going to be pissed off; if I don t punch Josh, then I am going to be pissed off. But what if I asked Mason to punch Josh? Does that constitute for her to be pissed off at me? Let us rather not test that theory, but what is being tested is my patience as she is taking a rather questionable man into the booth.
"Well, over my dead body."
In less time it takes to breathe, I am right in front of them; the very moment he sees me descent down on him, he makes a dash for it from the booth, leaving me with a very pissed off Cassandra. And oh, how I love when she pouts those pink lips when she is mad at me.
"Christian, are you going to be a problem tonight?" She stops to gather thought, and then it occurs to her, "Why the fuck are you the owner?"
I cannot help but chuckle at myself, "Well, that took you long enough to figure out. Now please stop this and come sit with me."
"No, I am working, and frankly, I do not want to sit with people that treat you like trash."
Ya, that stings, that damn well hurts. But I deserve every word that is thrown in my way. There is no way that she will forgive me any time soon. And with one rather dirty glance over her shoulder, she once again leaves me standing and staring at the back of her.
Why did I have to be so fucking stupid?
So next, I find myself walking out the door of the club and find the much-needed breath that I need. It has become suffocating in there; I feel I cannot breathe as the hurt is taking control of my heart. This is how she must have felt when I pushed her to the curb. This is an unforgivable feeling, but a feeling I can fix.
And this is when I know what I need to do.
I collect something from my car before I, with newfound determination, find my way back inside. As I descend the stairs, I see her nowhere around. Immediately I make it for the dressing room, where I find her sitting in front of the mirror; it seems that she has been crying.
"Everyone out!"
She immediately looks in my direction, but before words can form around her lips, I am in front of her, "Please just hear me out. I was a fucking asshole for kicking you out the way that I did. You did not deserve it; you deserve better. I know no matter what I am going to say is going to make you feel less hurt or even forgive my stupid ass. But there is one thing that I want to ask you."
I slowly drop to my knee in front of her to meet her at the eye; with a bleeding heart, I reach for her hand and pray that she will allow me in. Then, as she gently rests her hand in mine, I say what I desired to say to her before all this madness started.
"Princess, I love you. Please would you marry me?"