Page 27 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith 3

Again, I was too much of a coward to say it.

When I awoke, the early morning sun streamed through the windows. Cassius had left a note on his pillow.

Good Morning Faith,

I had to leave to meet with my brothers. Please feel free to have coffee and something to eat before returning to your suite.

Gina sent some clothes over for you. You absolutely will not be walking around in that black lace teddy. Over my dead body—or likely, someone else’s.

I enjoyed last night.

I look forward to seeing you again today.

Cassius

I shivered. He wants to see me again. I grabbed the note and held it against my chest like a lovesick teenager. Maybe he just wanted me for the sex, I didn’t know. But he was Cassius Blackwood. There was no shortage of women to sleep with, including everyone who worked at his club.

But he’d chosen me. Not only had he purchased my platinum rights—twice—he’d followed me when I ran. He drove me to Boston to see my brother. He’d stayed by my side when I faced my mother. He’d taken my virginity, but he’d given me so much in return. Money. Pleasure. Connection.

Hope.

To be fair, he’d pushed me away as much as he’d pulled me in. But time after time, Cassius had returned for me. He’d made it impossible for another man to touch me. It was awful how he’d beaten up that patron last night. I felt terrible that I flirted with the other man—I’d known that if Cassius were watching, he’d be livid. And I was right.

Still, pure female satisfaction bloomed in my chest as I remembered Cassius’s ferociousness. I didn’t want the member to get beat up, but I’d be lying if I said I hated having Cassius go bananas because another patron had his hands on me.

And then Cassius couldn’t keep his hands off of me…

Still clutching the letter, I smiled to myself. I had no idea what would happen next. Maybe Cassius would fire me. Perhaps he would send me away. Or maybe, just maybe, we could explore the new thing that was growing between us.

I didn’t even know what to call it. I had no idea how a relationship would work—we were in a crazy situation. But still, that tiny spark of hope lit my chest. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. But I allowed myself the tiny spark of hope, the maybe.

Because I knew, deep in my heart, the dark truth.

I loved the billionaire.

So, a tiny spark of hope was as good as it would get.

* * *

Once I’d showered and dressed, I snuck back to my room. Lucky for me, it was early. No one else was out. Either the patrons had left the compound early to return to their regular lives, or they were sleeping off the debauchery of last night’s party.

The employee wing of the house was silent. All the girls were still sleeping as I crept to my room. Tate was inside, sprawled out on her bed, snoring. But she opened one eye as soon as I closed the door behind me. “Where the hell have you been, unicorn? You caused a scene last night, and nobody knew where you went!”

“I was with Cassius,” I admitted.

She whistled. “He’s got it bad. He’s almost as bad as Macy’s billionaire!”

“What happened with them?” I asked. The last time I saw Macy with Elias, she’d been comforting him by the bar.

“I don’t know.” Tate yawned. “They disappeared, too.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“For fuck’s sake,” Tate grunted, “it’s six a.m.!”

“Sorry, ladies.” Gina stuck her pretty face into the room. “I know it’s early, but we need to do our weekly check-ins. Then you can get back to bed.”

“Faith’s going first.” Tate pulled the covers up to her chin. “I’ve only had fifteen minutes of sleep.”

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