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Maybe he’s not so bad, the voice of lust coaxes,he’s just awkward.

Confidence exudes from his massive body, dominating mine in turn and crushing my autonomy with a sweep of cold green eyes.

“Hurry back, pretty,” Cassio tuts, stepping to the side. “Wouldn’t want your friend to think you got abducted, right?”

He’s eerily calm, almost like a patient beast on its last tattered chain—a bad omen. His gaze, low and pointed, carries on my back as I rush down the path I came from. Pleas and hopeful prayers dismissed by the wind; I bring forth a curse to fate for giving me an unmovable force.

Cassio is terrifying, and my heart wants to stop beating for him.

I catch my breath by the entrance and squish my cheeks with trembling hands. The skin is hot, burning even.

“I just got a sexy nude from my boyfriend, and there is no bathroom. I almost got caught with dick on my screen.”

Some days Finny deserves to be drop-kicked into a gutter.

I turn toward her voice. Finny taps her foot, arms crossed under her breasts, and pops her hip impishly.

“That’s what you look like,” she points out, wiggling her brows. “Embarrassed, blushing, and breathless.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. “I ran because I’m going to be late for the next team bonding experience. We have to participate and get stamped, or the company won’t approve the yearly bonus.”

“So, you weren’t making out with Cassio?” she teases, “I saw him go after you.”

“No!” I yell too soon.

She squints, unimpressed. “Sure.”

“Let’s go, nosy.” I roughly hook an arm around her elbow and drag her to the meeting place.

She tries to grill me during the walk, but my lips are sealed with superglue. She’ll do everything in her power to create situations where I have to deal with Cassio. From her cheeky smile, she’s already planning it.

Locked in a supply closet is a cliché. Accidentally going into my room instead of his is too amateur. I fall down the stairs, he catches me, and we kiss with slow music in the background is vomit-inducing.

Now, I must be on guard against Finny, too.

“We’re walking on coal,” I stammer, stupefied at the black coal burning on the grass.

Finny laughs haughtily. “Cassio can kiss your feet and suck your toes clean—”

I punch her arm, smiling smugly at the yowl of pain.

Chapter Six

Cassio

This test is made for me. How could it not be?

My pretty girl in a tight one-piece navy swimsuit, water dripping on her flushed body, and tears rolling in her meek gaze.

I will make that vision come to life.

The only person seeing her in a swimsuit will be me. The style is modest, covering many places, but I know wandering eyes have no qualm about undressing her from a distance.

For her safety and my brooding possessiveness, I’ve taken measures to ensure we’ll be in the indoor pool with no interruptions.

A man doubles over, rubbing his stomach as he moans in agony. He curses, and the woman beside him dry heaves.

Thirty minutes after dinner, people begin complaining and massaging their stomachs. Some get the effects faster; raging headaches and bowel movements force them to fight for the limited restroom stalls.

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