Chapter 50 Perfection Of A Peach

Cassandra, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captive my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but, yet I think that it is one for her, and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.
What else is not a game, is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore, let alone be in the silence of what used to be our home. The club has become my home for what might seem to be on a permanent basis as I have not gone home for several nights in a row now. I do not want to be alone between the walls that should be filled by her presence. I have moved, very much to the annoyance of Josh, a bed into my office where I spend my nights in blissful agony alone.
And here is where I find myself as I fall back into my black leather chair once again, the irises of my now bleeding eyes are scanning the floor endlessly for her return, yet she has made no appearance. This settles a rather deep worry in my heart, will I not see her tonight? But yet as I look at my watch, which is on my now shaking hands, I realize that it is only but hours into the very early morning. I have once again woken from a tortured dream where I fear that I have lost her forever.
So I stumble my way out from the blankets where I sought comfort last night and slowly drag my feet to the dressing room downstairs. The moment I step inside I am immediately attacked by the scent of her perfume that is still very much lingering in the air. As I step closer to the very chair I know she only but sat in hours ago, I can nearly feel her presence. I reach out for the jersey that is lying neatly folded and press it close to my nose. Her scent fills me and sends that warmth to my heart that I am so aching for. She smells so close but yet she is so far.
After lingering for more than a sane moment necessary, I make my way back up to the office to clean myself up and wait for Mason s arrival. He has been pleading with me endlessly to stop this foolishness and move on. But how, how does one stop loving someone and move on? Though is this not a question that I need to ask Cassandra? Has she stopped loving me and moved on?
I firmly believe that love does not die in the wink of the eye. You simply do not awake one day and decide that you do not love anymore. But has my wrong been such a deed that one can never forgive for? I still truly hope that there is a chance for Cassandra and me, and if not, I will not give up until she loves me again. I am a Caine, we fight until the end and even after that, we will still fight, there is no turning back ever.
So after endless hours of dragging myself through my own tormented mind and chasing Cassandra down the passageways of my mind, the time finally arrives for the club to liven up again. First to step inside is all the staff but the dancers. Immediately I am enraged that she cannot do such a simple thing as keep time, but yet I need to remind myself that she is not here to serve me. She shall make her entry when it is required and to my own disgust, it will not be required when I please it to be.
With the club filling up to the walls with more men than I truly want to have around her, I take a seat next to Mason at our regular table.
"Christian, you got to stop this man. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?"
"Yes, shaven last three days ago, black sunken in eyes and wrinkles that I do not wish to desire at all. Your point being?"
"You need to keep up appearances, the guys are starting to talk."
"Let them talk, if they have a fucking problem they can come to me."
"All I am saying is you need to get a grip," he hesitates but for a few moments, he knows that he is about to say something that will earn him a bullet to the head. "You need to focus on business. We need to decide what we are going to do to Cummings. The man thinks that you have backed off and he is causing chaos."
He hands me a whiskey and shifts closer to me not for the rest of the ears to drop in for a listen, "We need to discuss this war. Are we doing this or not?"
As I take a deep sip of the cold whiskey from the chilled glass, I thorough my brows and pinch the bridge of my nose as the mere thought comes to settle in my mind again. "Believe me it is full-on fucking war, I just need to get my princess back."
Mason scans the crowd surrounding us, being rather cautious that his next words are not heard, then he continues, "I am advising you, as your second in command I am telling you that we need to strike and we need to strike now. We cannot wait for Cassandra to come to her senses first."
I only but nod my head, and as these thoughts run through both our minds, some of the rest of my crew arrives as per usual. Instantly the group of strangers makes their way to the other side of the club as we have now once again taken control. This is what Christian Caine loves, you catch a glimpse of a man that works for me, and you will look the other way.
So as I listen to the chatter of Jax, the one that is far more popular amongst the ladies, I cannot help but chuckle. Yes, I still do that ungodly thing, and every time I do I swim in warm thoughts of Cassandra. The smell of her soft skin attacks my memories for a glimpse of what I felt when she made me feel that every emotion for the first time, that very thing that causes such a silly laugh to come rumbling from the depths of your chest.
And I can in all honesty say the words that flow from this man s mouth does sometimes put me to shame. At the very moment, he is describing the ass of a brunette that is slowly swaying her hips to a torturing sway from side to side, dropping her body to the floor with every breath she takes. His words only but gets no rise from me, yet I do listen, "Boss, imagine a peach just before it becomes ripe, imagine the tightness and yet the smoothness. It slips elegantly over your hand and you so wish that it was ready that you could sink your teeth into it."
"My god, Jax, fuck you will give any man a hard-on with that. Where is this girl with an ass that has you using such elegant words?"
I see him point over Mason's head to a brunette that is swaying one fucking gorgeous body between a bunch of men in the middle of the crowd. And damn, the man is right, that ass deserves to be called a peach, a peach…" I turn back to Jax and give him one rather hard slap against the head. "You fucking idiot, that is Cassandra."
"Shit sorry boss, must I go call her for you?"
"Nah, I think I will surprise her."
How did I not notice her before? As I stare for one brief moment before I get up, I realize…She has cut those beautiful locks of long brown hair off. Is she truly still so mad at me?
With one confident smile on a face that can barely hold it, I make my way into the crowd. What else is becoming regular is the thing my heart does whenever I see her. I love the rush of the tingles of pleasure that my eyes bring whenever I lay them on her.
And god, laying them on her now is earning me a rather aching hard-on which I have no desire to even hide at the present moment. Now, this is done for only two reasons, first the obvious of just seeing her, the second being that whatever it is that she is wearing, is sending my heart racing in only but one way. I believe they call it hotpants, well, believe me, they are hot, they are on fucking fire. Though let us not forget the tiny crop-top that she is wearing, giving my eyes the full view of that toned stomach that is only but glowing in the bright lights that cast down onto her.
This girl is mine.
So not having to wait one more second being apart from her, I stride my way over to her nonchalantly. She cannot see my desperation even though it has been eating me up for the whole day now. I think I would have simply died if I had to spend another night without her in my sight.
Then with absolute raw desire, I slip my body behind that peachy ass and grab tightly onto that toned stomach until every inch of my body melts into her. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. But I am as always sadly mistaken, for the minute the music stops, she turns around and snaps at me.
"Well, Mr. Caine, I see you are about to come to throw yourself at me again."
"I would not want anybody else to be throwing themselves at you."
"Who says I want anybody else to throw themselves at me but you."
I only but wink at her as she realizes what she has said, yet she still fumbles at her words and snaps back at me. " What is it that you want this time? I am doing my work as you can see."
"I want you to come to sit with me," I hesitate, "I want you to come to sit with us."
I watch as there is a very eager glow in her eyes, and I can with certainty say that tonight shall be the night that she might just give in.
"I am sure that Jessie will find it just as appalling to sit with you and your friends."
But much to her own disgust Jessie speaks up before she can objects, "In fact, I think I would love to come to sit with you guys. Now, Cassie can stay here between this bunch of old assholes if she likes."
There is a little flip in my heart as I can see the possibility growing much closer now, and just as I am about to try to convincer her again, she speaks. "Well, I am not leaving Jessie between those vultures alone."
With that every bone in my body screams with total victory, tonight is the night that I will have Cassandra to myself.