NIGHT≈BLACK CROWN PENTHOUSE
The front of the Black Crown Penthouse was glowing under the moonlight, it's steel
doors reflecting the headlights of the black Maybach as it rolled to a halt.
The
air was thick with the bass beats, coming out the club as they blasted music
all night long and the muffled screams of strippers and drunk mobsters.
Mason
stepped out of the car, the guards at alert, watching for every funny move.
"Welcome boss" they chorused.
He
didn't respond with a greeting back, just a nod, which was all they were
getting from him tonight. His jaw locked, cigarette still burning between his
fingers.
He
was headed to the club room when a maid appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.
"Boss"
she whispered, head low.
He
stopped walking, staring at her like she was wasting his time.
"Cassia
asked to see you immediately."
He
narrowed his eyes.
"She
was stabbed," the maid added, and Mason's eyes widened.
He immediately turned to the direction of Cassia's
room, got there and opened the door at once.
Cassia
was was sitting on the edge of the bed, her shirt rolled up, a bloodied gauze
against her shoulder. Her face was pale and her hair, messy. She winced but
didn't look surprised.
"Where were you all day? I've been waiting for
you" Cassia said.
Mason moved closer to her and take a look at the wound.
"You should have allowed someone take care of you,
do you want to die?" He asked.
"I wanted you to do it" Cassia said.
Mason scoffed and took another seat next to her, he
cleaned the wound and started the necessary treatment.
"So,
how was it?" Cassia asked, staring at his face through the mirror.
Mason
didn't speak. He wrapped the bandage tighter than necessary.
"You
hate her already ?" She asked again, lips curling.
He
dropped the first aid supplies and looked up.
"Does
your shoulder still hurt?"
"Badly"
Cassia muttered.
"Like..
really really bad ?" Mason asked again.
"Mason"
she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "Why are you.."
"I
want to fuck you."
Cassia's
breath seized. Then she laughed hard, like she couldn't believe he said that
with a straight face.
"You
bastard. That's your answer ??"
"Say
no, and I'll leave." Mason said.
"You
f**king manipulator!" Cassia shouted.
He
smirked. "And you like that."
Warning:
18+ advisory. Skip if you're not 18+.
Without
warning, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled his mouth into hers, kissing
him hungrily, her tongue sliding between his lips as he pushed down onto the
bed with one hand. The other hand slipped beneath her jeans, yanking then down
her thighs.
"Mason..
fuck.. my shoulder"
"I'll
be gentle there." He whispered, but there was nothing gentle about the way he
shoved her legs open.
Her
panties were already soaked, and he slid two fingers inside without warning.
She gasped into her mouth, her back arching and her breath stuttering as he
rubbed rough circles on her clit with his thumb.
"Missed
this ??" he growled.
"Fuck!
Yes!" She moaned.
He
undid his belt and kicked off his jeans. He didn't wait. He shoved inside her
in one deep thrust that made her scream, her nails dragging down his back.
Their
bodies moved in rhythm, the bed creaking violently under them.
Cassia
bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming from pain and pleasure as he
slammed into her again and again, her body trembling under his.
The
session was short lived when Mason's phone rang.
"Don't
you fucking dare" she panted.
Mason
leaned over and checked the screen. Enzo.
"I
need to go"
"You're
seriously going to leave me hanging ??"
"I'll
finish with you later."
"Asshole."
He
got dressed. "Rest your shoulder. You'll need it." He said before leaving the
room.
Cassia
laid there, skin flushed, legs still trembling and muttered, "No way in fucking
hell i'm letting him and this type of good fuck go. Whoever you are, better
watch out."
••
Mason entered the party room and was welcomed by the
noise of the gang members calling his name.
🗣 Welcome boss.
Mason only nodded as usual, he immediately sighted Enzo
drinking alone at the bar, he walked over to him and sat down.
"How
was your wedding??" Enzo asked, smirking and Mason frowned.
"Who
the fuck said I'm married?" Mason replied, grabbing a bottle straight from the bartender's
tray and pouring some into a glass.
Enzo
chuckled. "Man, you're still going to marry her, whether you want to or not."
"I'm
not marrying any fucking person, neither am I doing any fucking wedding." Mason
growled. "It's a goddamn transaction."
"You
sound bitter. She's that ugly ?"
"Worse."
Mason spat. "She looked like she belonged on a shelf in a fucking dollhouse
man. Pink everywhere, hair pins. The kind of girl that would cry if you raised
your voice, innocent to the point of irritation."
"So, she's pretty?.."
"Pretty
my foot" Mason hissed which made Enzo laugh.
"I
can't even imagine you wearing a suit" Enzo laughed harder. "I can
feel your pain."
Enzo
raised his glass. "To your bride."
"I
missed a good fuck for this by the way."
"You
fucked Cassia, even with her wounded shoulder ??"
Mason
ignored him and drowned the liquor on his glass like it could burn the memory
of Sapphire out of his throat.
••
Nico was sitting down while Dinah danced in front of
him, she was twerking slowly, her ass rolling in perfect rhythm, while drinking
directly from the wine bottle and Nico was enjoying every bit of it until his
eyes caught Flora trying to go out of the club room, she was almost
staggering.
"She's drunk" he muttered and quickly stood
up.
"Where are you going?" Dinah asked, pausing
mid twerk.
"Enjoy, I will be back" Nico winked at her
and rushed to Flora.
"Seriously??" Dinah scoffed, glaring at Flora
hatefully as Nico tried helping her.
"I'm fine, leave me alone Nico" Flora said.
"You
can barely walk. Let me help you." Nico insisted.
"I
will take her to her room, don't bother" Wells walked over to them.
Nico looked at him with a frown.
"What do you mean? I decided to help her first.."
"I will go with Wells" Flora cut in
immediately.
Wells smirked at Nico and immediately carried Flora in
a bridal style out of the room while Nico stood there looking so angry.
"Hey, do you want to die young?" Flora asked
in a weak voice as Wells climbed the stairs.
"What do you mean?" Wells asked.
"Who said you can carry me this way??" Flora
asked but before Wells could reply, her head already dropped on his chest
freely, she was asleep.
Wells smiled and entered her room, he dropped her on
the bed, he stared at her for a second before going out of the room.
••••
CASSIA'S ROOM
Cassia was laying on the bed, scrolling through her
phone while zooming in and out Mason's pictures she took unaware.
She knows better never to let him know or he will definitely
get mad, he never take pictures!!
Never.
She was still staring at the pictures when she heard a
knock on the door.
"Mason?" She muttered and quickly dropped her
phone, but on a second thought, the Mason she knows will never knock before
coming into her room, she went to open the door and it was Harper.
"Hey" she said.
"What's going on?" Cassia asked.
"Nothing, I just came to check on you" Harper
said.
"I'm good as you can see, you don't have to worry
about me" Cassia rolled her eyes.
Harper nodded and stood there without moving, her
bucket hat moved down again and it covered her eyes leaving just her nose and
lips.
"Anything else??" Cassia asked and Harper
shook her head.
"No,
go on and rest. See you around" She said and turned back immediately, bouncing
as she walked away.
Cassia
shut the door. "Weird as fuck." She muttered.
••••
NEXT DAY≈ASHFORD
UNIVERSITY
"She's still not in ?" Davis asked the moment
he entered the class and found only Azura.
"Nope, two days now" Azura muttered.
"Did you call her??" Davis asked.
"She's not picking up, maybe we should stop at her
place after classes" Azura suggested.
"I stopped by few minutes ago but nobody was
home" Davis said and Azura frowned.
"That's weird, is there something she's not
telling us?"
"Maybe she's busy, I'm sure she will call back
when she see your calls" Davis said and Azura sighed.
"I just hope she's fine, this isn't like her"
She muttered.
Davis sat down beside her but inwardly, he was restless,
not seeing her for a day seems like a full year to him and he was getting
impatient already.
To him, something didn't feel right.