Page 5 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith 3

“True.” His cool breath wafted over me. “I enjoyed our time together, Faith. Pity it was so brief.”

His icy blue eyes bore into me, and I shivered. I remembered what it felt like when other parts of him bore into me!

“I tried to apologize?—”

“And I cut you off for a reason.” Cassius’s gaze raked over me once more, and he stepped back. “It’s immaterial. You have nothing to apologize for. Our contract had been fulfilled, anyway.”

He stalked down the hall, away from me. “Finish your coffee and eat something. Gigi had some clothes delivered for you. Your suite’s the first on the left. I’ll bring you to the treatment center once you’ve eaten, showered, and dressed.”

“Thank you,” I said. Sir. But he was gone, leaving me with only the echoes of his footsteps.

I had another sip of coffee and wrapped my arms around myself. Without Cassius Edward Blackwood near me, I felt cold.

I supposed I better get used to it.

CHAPTER THREE

curses

Cassius

I cursed as I headed to my bedroom.

I’d made a fool of myself. Chasing the girl from the club, following her down the drive, chauffeuring her back to Boston… Not to mention having my concierge hustle over to Copley Place to buy Faith a new wardrobe.

She ran out on me.

I ran after her.

And now she was down the hall—drinking my coffee, showering in my penthouse, wearing clothes I’d bought for her. She’d left me, and I was bending over backward to make her life easier.

Like I said, I was acting like a fool.

I didn’t want to be alone with Faith anymore, and I didn’t want to look at her wide, sad eyes. I cursed again as I stalked into my suite. How had I let my guard down like this? Why had I allowed this young woman to get completely under my skin?It wasn’t like me, and it wasn’t comfortable. I’d taken her virginity, yes. We had an explosive sexual chemistry—I’d never come so hard in my life. Her tight, virgin pussy had satisfied my darkest desires. But that was sex—Club 444 sex—and this was my real life.

So why did I feel like it was coming unraveled?

I headed straight for my shower because if I didn’t, I’d go back to her. I would take her again. I knew I would beg—I just wanted to be inside her again, to feel her spasm around me, gripping my cock for all she was worth. I wanted to hear her scream as she shattered, shaking around me, engulfing me as she came all over my cock.

Fuck, Cass. Enough. I had another raging hard-on, and there was no relief in sight.

I stripped out of last night’s tuxedo, the remnants of her perfume washing over me. Her V necklace was still inside the pocket; I took it out and briefly fingered it. Faith was a virgin no more. I’d seen to that.

Fuck! I couldn’t get her out of my head. Everything about the girl called to me. I stepped under the hot water, relieved to wash off our encounter. Still, I could feel Faith’s hands on me. She was right down the hall. All I had to do was call to her; perhaps she would join me for one more illicit encounter…

No. I needed to stay strong. Faith had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with me. She’d run out in the dead of night. She was only at my penthouse because she had nowhere else to go.

I’d been used before. I’d learned my lesson; I would keep my distance.

Still, I’d never wanted anyone the way I craved Faith. It reminded me of my first sexual relationship, which had devastated me. I was obsessed with the slightly older, experienced Anya. She was our nanny. Once I turned eighteen—right after my parents died—she became my first.

At the time, I was too inexperienced to know she was taking advantage of me. I thought we were in love. But I soon discovered that my hot Russian nanny was only interested in the Blackwood family fortune. She’d been my teacher in bed, and I’d been an excellent student. But once I discovered her true nature, Anya was immediately expelled from my life and family.

I was smart—I only had to learn that lesson once. I never let another relationship progress to the point where someone could manipulate me. That was why I’d opened the club. I preferred controlling my relationships with clear parameters of give and take. Never again would I be exposed or taken advantage of. Anya had humiliated me, and I vowed it would be the last time. I was a firm believer in keeping the promises I made myself.

As the water washed over me, a troublesome question popped into my head. If that’s the case, why did you chase after Faith?

I didn’t have an answer for that. Luckily, my phone buzzed, so I didn’t have to think about it. I climbed out of the shower and found a message from Gina. Please call me. Urgent.

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