Chapter 54 Bronson
I stand and walk back over towards the kitchen, picking up my not forgotten drink. I down the rest of the glass, then pour another, downing that one seconds later. Cassandra stays rooted in her spot, but her head is swiveled towards me. I do not have a choice but to lie to her. To lie to myself. Nikki is too good for me, and if I give in to my urges, it will only consume and destroy her. She is destined for greater, better things than what I can possibly give her.
“Nicole may have misconstrued her own emotions. I was her rescuer, nothing more, and by not telling her about you, it may have confused things further.”
“So, you didn’t tell her about being married in less than six months?” I stay silent, giving Cassandra the only answer she needs.
Cassandra stands and begins marching up the stairs, her footsteps loud and angered and like a fool, I stand there watching her. It isn’t until I realize that I need to fix this now, before it goes further, do I run up the stairs and grab her arm, pulling her into my embrace.
“She doesn’t mean to me what you meant to me. Cassandra. I had to help this woman, she’s the one that saved my life and if I choose to put her into my home to give her a better life, I have every right to do that.”
“Then why keep it from me? Why do something so sneaky Bronson?”
“I don’t know.”
“I do. You have feelings for this woman Bronson. Any fool could see that.” I internally cringe when I think of Cassandra knowing my deepest secret. I need to do something to prove my intentions. To prove her wrong.
No matter how right she is.
“Cassandra.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Then prove it.”
I take the few remaining steps and grab her hand, walking her with me into our bedroom. The one we have spent countless nights in together, and yet, the moment we walk into it tonight, it feels foreign.
Cassandra’s lips connect with mine before I can even think another thought. Her moans, her tongue coming out and coating with mine, it all feels wrong, but I do not stop it. I strip her of her blouse, break our kiss long enough to remove my own, and pick her up, carrying her over to our bed. Laying her down, I capture her lips once again, and nearly jump out of my skin when I feel her hands reaching out and begin unclasping my belt, yanking my pants down shortly after. Her hands reach out and cups me, and that is when everything in the room halts to an abrupt stop.
“Bronson?” She makes a plea out of my name on a gasp as I sit up, taking my pants and pulling them back up.
“It must be jet lag, I’m exhausted and I have too much work on my mind. Maybe we can try this again another time. I’ve got to get some rest.” I don’t make eye connect with her. I don’t need to know she does not believe a damn word coming out of my mouth. Hell, even I don’t believe it.
For once my mind is not on work. It’s not on Cassandra, or anything else, nothing except Nikki. I lay beside Cassandra, who of course gets up and heads into the bathroom. I don’t go after her, not even when I hear her pathetically obviously fake cries and sobs. I don’t chase after Nikki when I get the security notification on my phone that she has left the premises. I don’t do anything but sulk in my own guilt and fall into a restless sleep.
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