Chapter 7 Drive You Crazy

...Cassandra POV... Who does he think he is? It just goes to show what he thinks of women, how he can be at dinner with a woman and message another. Is this man seriously for real over himself? What makes it worse is, where did he get my number? "I cannot believe he is messaging me!" "Who are you talking about, Cassie?" my mom stares at me with a puzzled look on her face. "Christian, he has got my number." "So, you do know him well?" "Well enough to know that he is a liar." I watch him as he keeps staring at his phone; he does not even listen to the woman he is with. He is not even paying her the least bit of attention. Without even thinking further is send him a message back. "Where did you get my phone number Christian?" He immediately grabs his phone and seems to be pleased with himself that he got an answer from me. "A little birdie gave it to me." "Tell that bird I am going to kill it. What do you want?" "Where did you disappear to last night? I thought we were going to have dinner?" "And so did Veronica. Or do you always make plans with two women on at the same time?" I can see he has a clear, confused look on his face. Not only is the man a liar, but now he has just been caught at his own game. "I can explain that. It is really not what you think. Please let me take you for dinner." "Aren't you already having dinner?" I chuckle to myself as I see him staring at his phone, confused while scratching the back of his neck. Who is looking dumb now, Christian Caine? "What are you up to, sweety?" My mom curiously asks. "Is there something between you and that hot boy?" "Ugh, mom, very briefly, for two days, to be exact. The boy is so full of himself; I don't even think he knows himself what he wants." "Oh, you need to tell me all about this. Where did you meet him?" "At the club, and believe me that you do not want to know the details." "Just give the young man a chance; he seems to be interested in you." "He had his chance, and he blew it. Now, if mom will excuse me, I need to go wash my hands. Even messaging him makes me feel dirty." ...Christian POV... Much to my surprise, she answers my message, not very friendly, though, but at least I got an answer. She must have heard me talking to Veronica about our supposed dinner plans. If only she stayed to listen to a while longer, she would have heard me tell Veronica where to get off. And now, now she says I am having dinner? Does she think I am with Veronica again? "I am having dinner, but not really enjoying it as much as I would with you. How did you know?" "Maybe I know more about you Christian than you think." What does she mean? Maybe it is just a lucky guess, not that I would lie to her, but why would she think that I am not at the club? Perhaps she is not at the club either? Then where would she be? There is no way she would be here, not that she won't, but I would have seen her. "Christian," Veronica slams her hand on the table to get my attention. "Are you paying attention to me at all?" "Of course, Veronica, I just had to send an important message." "To another woman?" "What I do is of no concern to you. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go to the gents." I cannot stand being in this woman's company anymore, not now that I know I can be with Cassandra. She has got me all so confused now; I am going to the gents so that I can phone her. As I reach the door, I stand outside and start to make the phone call. It rings only a few seconds before she answers. "What do you want, Christian?" "Evening Cassandra. I must say you sound damn hot on the phone. Now, are you not please to hear from me?" "Not as pleased as I would be to throw that whiskey in your face." "Who says I am drinking whiskey?" "You on your third one for the night. That is quite fast, but I guess that is because your date is boring you." "I…I what? Are you stalking me, Cassandra?" "Hahaha. You would be so lucky. I just found myself in the misfortune to be at dinner at the same restaurant as you tonight." "Where are you? I don't see you?" "In the ladies. Now, if you excuse me, my mouth feels dirty too." I do not even need to reconsider. I make my way straight to the ladies and do not even bother to see if someone else is in there. If Cassandra is in there, then I have to see her. Before I can even get through the door, I know she is; the fresh musky scent of softwood fills the air. She only wears two types of perfume, and this one is the second. It smells like pure sex, far better than all those powdery flower nonsense. I catch her at the mirror, busy applying a fresh coat of lipstick; if only she knew what I do, she would not even bother putting anyone; I do not wait any longer as I walk up from behind and wrap my arms around her tiny waist. "Christian! What are you doing in here?" "What does it look like, Cassandra? I came to see you." "Well, this is the ladies; you cannot be in here." "Who says so?" "Oh, I forgot, you don't follow such things as rules. Not even simple dating rules either?" She does not realize what she said, for as soon as the words leave those lips, a wicked smile form on mine. Never did I think I would smile at that notion, to be bound to someone with what they call dating. I truly maybe perhaps only once in my teens, spent my time with one woman but never until now do I truly desire it. "Are we dating?" "No! Don't put words in my mouth." "But you said it." "Don't take things I say seriously." "Then what can I do?" "Leave the bathroom." "Not until I get what I want." "Well, you ain't getting me, so go!" "Who said I wanted you. Don't go putting words in my mouth now." "I see what you are doing; you are not funny." "What am I doing?" I take the lipstick from her hand and place it on the counter. She immediately spins to face me to protest, but I take advantage of her position and press her back into the wall behind her. With my left hand, I pin her hands above her head and drive my body into her, pinning her completely so she cannot move. "You really do like walls, don't you?" "I could always pin you to the floor, but then we will have a problem." "What problem?" "Oh, so you want me to do that?" "You are impossible, now let go of me." "You should know by now how it works; the sooner you give in, the quicker I will let go of you." My right-hand drops to her thigh, pulling up her dress that hangs so loose just above her knees. She stops me and whispers. "No touching." "Ssshhh Cassandra." I bring my finger up to her lips; I can feel her warm breath rapidly breathing against the tips. She tries to speak, but I suddenly cover her mouth with mine and make her stop. All I want to focus on is her; the warmth that is spreading through my body. On the soft moan she just made, on the intoxicating feeling of diving headfirst into an erupting volcano, and most of all, the way she tastes. I feel as she tries to loosen her hands, but I only pin her harder into the wall again. "I am in control Cassandra so don't move your hands. I am going to drive you crazy; then I am going to stop, then do it all over again. "Christian." When she says my name this time, it is as if she is begging. It only makes me crave her more. I slide my hand over her tight ass and push her deep into my raging erection. My mouth moves away from her lips and runs slowly down her neck; I rub them gently over her collarbone and softly bite into the edge of her shoulders. I grind myself into her as I move my lips to her ear. "You are mine, Cassandra. Please just give in." She immediately stops fighting and let me roam her again, coming inches close to her breasts. I can hear her breathing heavily as my tongue finds her cleavage, but as soon as I start, I stop again. I move back to her lips and let her kiss me, to let her be in charge for only a minute, but she does not know my true intention. I slip my hand under her dress and knot my fingers in her panties; before she even realizes what I am doing, I have them down her knees. "Lift your leg, Cassandra." "What…what are you doing?" "Please do as I ask." She slowly lifts her panties and steps out of them. I scrunch them into a ball and push them into my pocket. I kiss her sweet lips one last time before I let go of her hands. "My dinner is getting cold. I shall see you tomorrow." "But…what about my panties?" "They are mine now."