Chapter 53 Bronson
“Who the hell was that woman Bronson?”
Silence.
“Well, are you going to answer me?”
I shut my eyes when the bedroom to Nikki’s door slams shut and blow out a frustrated breath when Cassandra rounds the corner and stands right in front of me. Her dark hair and dark eyes used to once allure me, now I only compare them to the angelic face of the stubborn woman now upset and embarrassed right upstairs.
I should have told her about Cassandra form the beginning. Why didn’t I?
“Bronson.”
“She’s a friend.”
“A friend?” She asks. Her lips pouty and her perfume aggravating my senses. She has always acted like a spoiled brat, made herself seem like the victim and although, I suppose in this instance she is, her attitude is not warranted. “I think you owe me more than that Bronson.”
Another frustrated breath leaves my body as I walk over towards the kitchen and pull out my bourbon. Cassandra joins me a moment later and I place a tumbler down for her as well, filling hers just the way she likes.
“She’s the woman that saved my life the night of the charity event.”
“The night my engagement ring was nearly stolen?”
“Yes. She was one of the people responsible for the night taking a turn for the worst.”
“And now she’s in my home? Rubbing up against my fiancé?”
Rubbing my temple with my fingers I bow my head and shut my eyes, wishing away the damning headache making its way into my skull. It is not often Cassandra and I have a falling out. We hardly even speak to one another, a trait I think works for us both, but although she is justified, I do not have it in me to explain any further. All I want is to go upstairs and check on Nikki.
“Sir?” I turn and spot Rand walking into the kitchen, his eyes open wide as he spots Cassandra beside me. He looks around the room, no doubt trying to spot Nikki. Then his eyes land back on me.
“Rand, everything clear?” I ask and I sit up, bringing the tumbler to my lips. Taking a sip, I savor in the burn that travels down my belly. Today has been a completely shitty day and I swear if Rand gives me any bad news, or has the gall to say something about my fiancé and the woman that has consumed my every thought now in the same penthouse, I’ll throw something.
“Yes sir. I will be heading home now. Goodnight.” And that is why I pay the man well.
Cassandra and I both watch Rand take the elevator and leave, and I take the opportunity to try and set things straight. Although I know I am not the unfaithful one here, I do not like Cassandra being upset. Taking her hand, I lead us towards the soft plush sofa, and sit beside her.
“I’m sorry Cassandra. I know this does not bode well with you, but Nicole needs me, she needs us. We can help turn her life around and for saving mine, I think that’s the least I owe her.
“And when were you planning on telling me about her Bronson?” She studies me carefully, and I know I need to play my next card carefully. I cannot allow her to see the spell Nikki has brought upon my heart. I need Cassandra, I deserve Cassandra, even if my heart is yearning for someone else.
“You’re right. I should have told you from the beginning. I know it’s not going to be easy seeing someone else here–"
“Another woman.”
“Yes, another woman. But my wish is to help her Cassandra, nothing more.”
“Then why does it feel like something more Bronson?”
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