Page 119 of Vicious Little Games

“Cassie…” I whisper against her lips. My eyes feel like they’re on fire, but I refuse to fucking cry in front of her like a pussy in this goddamn torture dungeon.

Cass puts her palms on my chest to push me away, breaking our kiss. “Don't...don't get your hopes up.”

“I don't care,” I say when I reach for the back of her head to bring her mouth to mine again. “I mean, of course I care.” I kiss a path down her cheek to her neck as I wind my arms around her. “This is what I've always wanted to know but I'm just...I can't believe you would do all this for me.”

“It wasn't that much,” she replies softly.

“It’s everything, Cassie.”

Her palms try to push me away again, but I refuse to let her have an inch. Instead, I suck on the most sensitive spot on her neck, making her gasp. Finally, she relents with a warm sigh that feathers over my neck. “If there was some way to find my mother, I'm sure you would do the same for me.”

“You're incredible.”

For a few minutes, she not only lets me hold her, but she also melts against me.

But not for long, and then she’s slipping away from my grasp.

“We should go,” she says. The expression on her face is now angry and I have no idea what I did wrong to cause the sudden change in her mood.

“Go where?” I ask.

“To take the swabs to the lab so they can get started.”

“Okay,” I agree rather than demand she tell me what’s going on inside her head. I thought she had changed her mind about the shit she said last night, about how we were over.

But maybe I’m wrong.

When Cass and I get back to the casino after delivering the DNA samples and providing my own, we spend the rest of the night eyeing the Sigma Chi men in the club. We even place bets on who could potentially be the man who conceived me with my mom.

Since I’m freaking out so much, I told the testing facility to email Cass with the results. This is all her doing anyway. She should find out first and be the one to tell me if I will finally get to know who my father is or not.

I’m nervous as fuck, wondering who he could be, hoping that he’s actually one of the men Cass convinced to come to Vegas for the weekend.

Not only do I want to finally meet the man I owe my life to, I also don’t want Cass to have done all of this for nothing. She would be crushed. Just as crushed as I’ll be if my father isn’t here.

And I never want her to suffer for a second because of me.

37

Cass

For the first time all week, the last night before our parents are to return home, Cole and I don’t have sex. I caved and let him sleep in my bed because I know how nervous he must be. I am too. He doesn’t even try to make a move, though. Cole sleeps rolled away from me all night.

Not that either of us gets much sleep. My head refuses to shut up long enough for me to fall asleep.

The next day, Cole barely says a word as I help him deal with hotel issues and fentanyl delivery delays.

We gave all the Sigma Chi guys another free night’s stay and another round of lap dances to try and keep them here through Sunday.

Of course, it worked.

I shouldn’t have told him they were here. I should’ve just stolen a lock of his hair or whatever for the test, then he wouldn’t be filled with so much cautious hope.

I hate seeing Cole in his sexy new power suit so quiet and withdrawn, but I don’t leave his side all day. I would give anything to see a cocky smirk again on his smug face.

While I told him not to get his hopes up, he obviously didn’t listen to me.

This is the first time in my life that I’ve ever really hurt for someone else.

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