Quinn parked the car in front of the Maribella's Restaurant. He steps out the car then open Ca.s.sie's door. Dazedly, she thanked her master. Not only that, he gestures at her to take his arm. Lightly, she holds on his elbow and let him guide her into the restaurant.

They were like a couple entering inside. Everyone is looking at her which made her wonder. Bewildered, she quietly follows the flows of the moment. If she is not mistaken, every pair of eyes follows them. Maybe, because his master is too handsome on his tuxedo tonight. Hair finely combed on the side, and he appears dazzling on her eyes.

She was in the middle of daydreaming when her master glances at her and caught her gawking at him. Instantly, her face flushed. It embarra.s.sed her for showing such behavior. Why she's thinking too much this way? It is one of what confuses her… this body and this emotion, acting on their own.

And before she would know: her heart, her mind, and body where reacting likely synchronizing of how to feel, and to behave toward her master.

"What's the matter?"

Her master noticed her facial expression suddenly turned emotional. She needs to deny it. "Hum? Ah, it's nothing, Master."

Truth, she remembered something. She did notice her master in this restaurant. She came here before. It was during Lydia's birthday when her uncle Martin treated them to a fancy dinner, which made Lydia became so happy. Lydia even wearing an expensive dress she bought from the allowance that supposes to be hers but Lydia spent it to herself. And that what made her sad, remembering something that ruins her mood.

But tonight, compared to the clothes she is wearing, the material is softly hugging her body. It really fits her, and this made her pondering how tall her master's wife is. Is she a short woman? She wonders for real.

"Let's go upstairs. They were waiting for us already," Quinn told her, showing his handsome smile.

While the two of them climbing the stairs, a certain man sitting on the corner of this restaurant casually clicking his camera that built inside his laptop. He also currently exchanged messages to someone and sent the photos he took just a few seconds ago.

After he emailed them to that person, he grabbed his phone and sent a text message to someone else.

"All right! My job has done! It is time to enjoy the privileges!" he mumbles while elegantly slicing the steak on his plate and sipped some wine.

* * *

The second floor of this restaurant was close, something reserved for tonight's gathering. Quinn felt his phone vibrating inside his pocket. He reached for the gadget and checks the message before they enter the Hall. His lips tore a smile. He put back his phone and look at Ca.s.sie who was waiting cutely beside him.

"I'm sorry. Come on." He said, then guided her entering the especial room.

The one who messages him is none other than but Lucas. He was now enjoying a meal downstairs after the picture sent to James Ryan. Quinn is requesting James to make an article about him and Ca.s.sandra enjoying a stay in Paris. He must make an update on why he is not coming back to Mainland City yet.

"Finally, here they come! Hi, Ca.s.sie!" Blaire greeted her.

Shyly, she greeted back and was happy to see Miss Loura and Mr. Larry and Levi. Doctor Derek was here, and she guessed, the woman sits beside him is his wife.

"Good evening, Miss Loura." she greeted the person she believes is her teacher in French at the moment.

"h.e.l.lo, Ca.s.sie! Glad you came!"

"Hi, Ca.s.sie!"

"h.e.l.lo, Mister Larry," she greeted back. And glances to the rest of the people in that gathering.

"Hi, Ca.s.sie. Thank you for taking care of Quinn. I heard, you followed my advice," Derek told Ca.s.sie, a big smile plastered on his face and Quinn is glaring at him. Warning stares flashes across the table that made Derek grin secretly. He was tickled holding not to laugh now that Ca.s.sie was around. Anyway, he will behave and avoid teasing him tonight. Derek's thought.

Later on, it shocked her seeing the person who came out from somewhere. She probably went to the washroom when they arrived as Levi who she only sees here. Madison, she resembles her Mama Hannah, which made Ca.s.sie misses her by now.

"Hi." greeted Madison and sat beside her. She chatted at her and cheerfully she interacts with Madison.

The whole time they were having dinner, she can't stop glances in her direction. She wonders if maybe they were like relatives but her mama did not know? She has to ask her uncle Martin soon.

Dinner went smoothly. She enjoyed the night, and it is surprising. She feels like everyone is familiar to her. Truly, there is a purpose for this dinner tonight but they avoid talking things that will confuse her. Everyone just focuses on teasing Levi then Madison about their engagement.

Dinner is over and they arrived home safely. Quinn is now escorting her to the bedroom.

"Sleep well. I was in the next room if you need anything, just knock on me. Anyways, I will be up till dawn so, you need not wake up early tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, Master Quinn. But—"

"What is it?"

"Doctor Derek told me to scold you if you stay up too late."

Quinn chuckles. She was showing cute facial expression once again, that it tempts him to cover those lips. "Ahem! Okay. Don't worry. I won't stay up late then." He a.s.sures her to make her not worry. She diligently does her job, it amuses him.

Once Ca.s.sandra closed the door, he went to his bedroom. Quinn took a quick shower then began reviewing some doc.u.ments that Kier emailed him. After two hours, he went to bed.

Quinn wasn't sure how long he slept, but he felt soft lips move above his. These kisses are familiar; these lips belonged to someone he is dying to kiss for the entire day. Did he have sweet dreams?

He opened his eyes. He was alone in his room and there is no Ca.s.sandra who kisses him. But it feels too real.

Her perfume! They still linger under his nostrils. Quickly, he jumps out of the bed and runs toward Ca.s.sandra's room. But he can't find her. The room is empty. He entered inside, then he caught the sound of a hairdryer, someone is using it. He checks out the wardrobe and there she is... Ca.s.sandra is drying her hair. Did she take a shower at this hour?

"Quinn?"

His eyes grew wider. "Ca.s.sandra!"

"Quinn," tears flowing down her cheeks.

"It is you!" he made long strides and locked her inside his arms. He cried. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Quinn!" she snorts from her cries. Quinn covers her lips. She responded to the way how he kisses her hungrily. They were missing each other so badly. 

"I love you," Quinn whispered once their lips parted to catch some breath.

"I love you, too Quinn. I don't want to disappear again." she cried.

"Please, I don't want you to leave either. I will lose my mind!"

Ca.s.sandra put her arms around Quinn's neck. She tiptoed and reached for his lips. She kisses him like there is no tomorrow and Quinn responded lovingly. He grabbed her hips, presses his body into her. Later on, Quinn carried her and put above the dresser.

The bath towel that wrapped around her body loosened up. As Quinn only wearing a boxer tonight, his half-naked body could feel Ca.s.sandra's bare chest. It arouses him.

Perceiving a warning on top of his head, Quinn ignores it. But daringly move his hand on her back; feeling the smoothness of her skin. He drew his other hand trailing down her legs that now wrapped around his waist. He is measuring the situation, waiting for Ca.s.sandra to pause him.

But the heat between them only arises. Quinn invades Ca.s.sandra's mouth, searching for her tongue to play around. He could feel that she was reluctant at first, but later on, as their mouth dancing, so does their tongue intertwining inside.

Ca.s.sandra is more daring on her response. She arches her body as he ma.s.sages her chest, so she tightens her legs around his waist. She gasps after he left her mouth but nibbles her earlobes down to her neck. "Quinn…" feverishly, she cried.

It tempted him to bite her shoulder blade, but it will leave a mark tomorrow. He sighed and presses the eyelids of his eyes. He rested his forehead to her shoulder. It takes a minute to calm down himself.

"Ca.s.sandra, if I won't stop now, I can't promise that—"

Ca.s.sandra put a finger on his lips. Their eyes talk and understand each other. He carried her outside the wardrobe and slowly put down into the bed.

Quinn gently brushes her lips with his mouth before he deepens the kiss. It was sweet but hotter than earlier, she carried away to play around. She wanted Quinn washes all her fear; that tomorrow, she again woke up in the place she doesn't want to go back anymore.

"Hold me, Quinn." she cried.

He peered at her and then kisses her forehead, her nose, her eyes, and her lips. He abandons her mouth but trail down to her neck, stays at her chest for a long time as he teases both; letting her whimper with pleasure.

Her eyes open wide when realizing where his mouth travels. "Quinn!" she bites her lower lip. He is devouring the center of her being a woman. Isn't she the one who asked him to made her feel him and prove she is not dreaming? Until now, she wanted to believe that everything is just a dream, and this is real.

She takes a deep breath; heart pounding wildly inside her chest. She holds Quinn's shoulder, allowing the l.u.s.t to devoured her whole being. As desires overwhelming her, she accepts Quinn. Moving gently above her, Quinn is kissing her lovingly. Softly taunting her lips as he slowly speeds up.

Ca.s.sandra sighed. Quinn's warm palm holding her other leg while the other one is intertwining her hand. "I love you." Quinn keeps murmuring on her ear. He guided her hand to hold him on the neck as he made a surprise thrust. She groans, catching her breath while grabbing Quinn's neck. Then he made a steady speed.

He could feel when Ca.s.sandra began meeting his thrust. She is learning. A silly smile showed on his lips. He covered her mouth to silence her. Quinn grabbed her hips and let her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust faster and deeper into her.

They don't want to end tonight. Afraid that when they woke up tomorrow, everything is just a dream…

"Don't let me go, Quinn." she cries under heavy breath.

"I would never let you go, Ca.s.sandra. Don't leave me, again," he begged.

Tears flooding her eyes. "I love you, Quinn."

"You are the only woman, I will ever love," he whispers, groaning on top of her. Almost, they were reaching the height of pleasure. Ca.s.sandra gasps for air and holding Quinn's neck to seek strength to hold on.

"I love you."