Chapter Fourteen
Colton
My phone rings on the Bluetooth in my car. Cassy’s name lights up the screen. I’ve ignored her calls all day, but I can’t keep ignoring her. I also can’t say what I have to say over the phone. Even though things have always been casual between us, our on and off again flings have been going on for quite some time. I press the answer button on my steering wheel. “Hello.”
“Colt, darling,” Cassy’s sultry voice purrs through the line.
“Cassandra. Where are you? I was hoping we could meet.”
“I’m home at my condo. I knew you would come to your senses. You can’t live without my pussy. I’m already dripping wet for you baby,” she coos and it does nothing for me. In the past, Cassandra’s dirty talk used to get me all riled up. Now I’m feeling nothing.
“We need to talk,” I respond, hoping I don’t come off too strong because Cassy can be sensitive.
“That doesn’t sound good, Colt. I think we should fuck then talk. I’m horny,” she whines.
I sigh to myself hoping she doesn’t hear my reaction. Cassandra does not like hearing the word no.
“See you soon.” I press the phone button on my steering wheel to end the call. This is not going to be easy.
I continue my drive over to her place. I want to make it a fast talk because I’m itching to see Evie. She already texted me that she’s on her way home from dinner. As excited as I am about seeing Evie, it irks me how close she is to the father of her child. Even though on a different level I respect her for it. I seem to be all over the map these days where she’s concerned. One thing is sure, I’m attracted to her on a level I’ve never felt before. I pull up to the front of Cassandra’s building and leave my car running for the parking attendant.
“Hi, Mr. Mathis. Should I park her for the night?” he asks, referring to my new Tesla Roadster.
“Keep her close. I won’t be long.” I grin to the attendant and turn to go inside the building. At least I hope Cassandra doesn’t keep me long. Riding up in the elevator, I feel like I’m sitting on pins and needles. It’s the end of an era like I’m giving up my bachelorhood when all I’m doing is trying to be monogamous with a woman that genuinely intrigues me.
The elevator stops on Cassandra’s floor, and I exit. Cassandra is waiting for me with her door open. As I approach, I notice what she’s wearing. It’s a lace bodysuit, mostly see through and a pair of fuck-me red high heels. Nope. Cassandra wasn’t going to let me go easy.
“Hey, Colt. Haven’t seen you in a while.” Her lips painted with fire red lipstick turned down in a pout. She moves her long raven hair to one shoulder. As I take in her motions, I realize how she uses her sexuality with me, always. Our relationship is based on sex. I shouldn’t complain, we’ve had hot times together. It’s beyond me why I crave more now, or specifically Evie who doesn’t use her sexuality at all, and yet I find her so mouthwateringly sexy. Shit Colton, focus here. You can’t be getting your dick excited about Evie when we have to deal with Cassy. I chide myself.
“You know. Things have been busy.” I walk through the threshold of her apartment, and Cassy immediately tries to plant a hot kiss on my lips. I stop her by holding her shoulders back. I can’t have the taste of another woman on my lips when I go to see Evie. “We need to talk, Cassy.” I let out a heavy sigh as I walk further into her apartment. Everything is white, her furniture, the walls. I take a seat on the white leather sofa in the middle of the room. “Have a seat, Cassy.” I pat the spot beside me.
“You’re scaring me, Colt,” she says, and I can see the fear in her eyes. Before Cassy met me, she was in an abusive relationship. I don’t want to say I saved her, but I got her old boyfriend to back off, then showed her that a man could be tender with a woman. Cassy, in a way, depends on me.
“Nothing to be scared of sweets.” I pick her hand up for reassurance. She may come off tough on the outside, but she’s a ball of mush on the inside. “I just need to cut things off between us. No more hooking up. I’ve met someone.”
The second those last words leave my mouth, Cassy pulls her hand out of mine and shoots up from her seat. Her arms are folding protectively over her torso.
“Cassy.” I stand up and place a hand on her shoulder. “Look, I’ve always been upfront with you about what is going on here between us.”
“I know,” she shrugs out of my grip.
“It was never my intention to hurt you. You’re a beautiful woman. You have a lot to offer—”
She cuts me off. “I want to have a lot to offer you, Colt.” Her dark eyes looked sad, distressed. I knew this would be difficult. I just didn’t realize how difficult.
“Cassy, I never made you any promises. You know how I operate. I’m sorry if I gave you hope for us. I never intended for that to happen. That’s why I was always straight up with you.”
“I know, I know.” She bows her head shaking it back and forth. “You’re quite a catch. A girl can dream.” She says softly, picking her head up to give me a small smile. “I should put something on.” She looks down at herself with an embarrassed look.
“I should get going,” I say. “You take care, Cassy.”
“You too, Colt.”
I show myself out. I expected more of a fight from her. I didn’t think she would let me go that easily, maybe I was wrong, or perhaps my damn ego is too inflated.
Now, I can’t get over to Evie’s apartment fast enough. I don’t know if tonight will be about sex, but I was sure hoping it would be. Even though Cassy wasn’t a formal girlfriend, I am now a free man. A part of me should have felt nervous on my drive over to Evie, but I felt invigorated, alive for the first time in a long time. The change was a good thing. Me taking a leap of faith where Evie was concerned was a big deal. My past relationship issues were based on the fact that I couldn’t trust the women I was with. I saw them as back stabbers, which I know sounds crazy, but go figure, childhood trauma plus the fact that I was raised by a man that didn’t value relationships. It was all I knew until my little rude awakening, better known as a cream pie to the face, and the exquisite lady behind the throwing fiasco woke me up. I only hope I don’t regret my leap of faith with Evie because if I can’t make things work with her then I will lose all hope for myself, and I would hate to turn out to be a bitter old man like my father.