Cassie & Dion: A True Love Story

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"Come on babe, don't tell me you're still jealous over your sister." Hakeem said, as he kissed on Chanel's neck.

"I'm not jealous!" Chanel shoved him off of her, "She's just an annoying ass brat and I can't stand when she brags about that pathetic ass job."

"Don't seem so pathetic if she making more than you." He shrugged as he leaned back on the couch.

"Right. What's more pathetic is that you went on a date with her and got wine thrown all over you." Chanel rolled her eyes, "And you're telling me, no one recorded it?"

"I ain't see anybody record anything, babe." He shrugged, "We ain't gonna know until tomorrow." Hakeem looked over her appearance feeling himself get aroused. He leaned in to kiss her only to feel a stinging sensation on his face.

"What the fuck, Chanel?!" Hakeem rubbed his cheek as he glared at her. Between getting wine thrown all over him and getting slapped, he was sick of the abuse.

"You ain't getting no pussy until that bitch loses her job!" She mugged him and stood up.

"Damn, it must be a sister thing. Y'all bitches don't ever want some good dick." He mugged her back as he continued to rub his cheek.

"Get the fuck out." Chanel shoved him, "Get off my couch and get out my house!"

"Man, whatever." He stood up and headed out the door. After locking the door, Chanel headed to her room, upstairs. She lived in a town house by herself and enjoyed it but felt lonely at times. Chanel wanted Hakeem to stay, but she wasn't going to allow the disrespect.

She walked into her walk-in closet and looked at herself in the mirror.

"What does this bitch have that I don't!" Chanel mumbled, referring to her sister, Cassie.

Chanel stood at 5'7 and had hair that was about sixteen inches. Compared to Cassie, she had bigger breasts and a bigger ass. Her and Cassie didn't look exactly alike, but you could tell they were sisters.

Although she didn't want to complete school, she knew it'd make her mother more proud of her. Chanel had dreams of becoming an orthodontist. She wasn't going to let Cassie stay in the spot light for too long.

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"I'm clocking out early today, family emergency." Cassie lied as she entered Tommy's office seeing Dion and Rodney. It was around three in the afternoon and she honestly didn't have anymore work to complete. Cassie was also tired.

"That's fine, Cassie. I was just wrapping it up with my two clients. Be a dear and walk them out. I have to prepare for another client." Tommy smiled at her and Cassie gave him a tight lipped nod before making eye contact with Dion. Each time she saw him, she found herself growing more attracted to him.

Dion broke the eye contact by standing up, along with Rodney. After the two send their goodbyes to Tommy, the three headed out of the office and downstairs before Dion pulled Cassie aside.

"Damn, you just gon' leave me on read?" He chuckled.

"My apologies, I was dealing with something." Cassie sighed, getting a whiff of his cologne. She could immediately tell it was Tom Ford.

"It's good, love. I know you be busy." Dion shrugged, about to head off with Rodney.

"Actually," She started, stopping him in his tracks, "My sister would really appreciate it if you came over today." She couldn't get her words together. For some reason, she was intimidated by his presence. She was never intimidated, she was the intimidator.

"Sounds good, my man Rodney drove us over here."

"You can ride with me if that's what you're asking." She chuckled and flashed a smile. He licked his lips at her and walked over to dap up Rodney before departing with Cassie.

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"Camilla! I have a surprise for you!" Cassie entered the house with Dion behind her, calling out for her sister.

Rosa walked over, seeing Dion, "¿Qué pasa, Cassie?" She tended to speak in Spanish whenever she didn't want someone to understand their conversation.

"El rapero favorito de Camilla, Dion, está aquí!" She smiled back at her mother.

"Oh...Hi Dion. My name is Rosa." She smiled, shaking his hand as Camilla stormed downstairs.

"Oh my god!" Camilla screamed out, seeing Dion instantly. "Oh my god! No fucking way Cassie!"

"Idioma, Camilla!" Rosa mugged her as Camilla put up her hands in surrender.

"Wassup, I heard you a fan, huh?" Dion smirked at her. He always enjoyed seeing his fans. It motivated him to continue to make music.

"Yes, I listen to your music all the time." Camilla cheesed from ear-to-ear, "Can we take a picture?"

"Yeah, cmon." She squealed as she took her iPhone out of her pocket and flashed a couple pictures with him as they did different poses.

"Ok mija deja que el niño viva." Rosa squinted as Camilla backed away, still smiling hard. The smile was glued to her face at this point.

"Alright, mommy I'll see you guys later." Cassie chuckled, hugging Rosa then Camilla.

"It was nice to meet you, Dion." Rosa smiled, softly as Camilla gave him a hug.

"It was nice to meet both of you as well." Dion smiled before heading out of the house with Cassie.

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"I ain't know you speak Spanish." Dion said as Cassie was driving him home.

"It's a lot you don't know about me." She smirked, as she continued to focus on the road.

"Lemme get to know you more then."

"What happened to strictly business?" Cassie looked over at him as she stopped a red light.

"Just friends getting to know each other." He shrugged, "Unless you scared."

"I ain't scared of nothing, boy you don't know me." She laughed as she pulled off once the light was green, "You can get to know me."

"So you gon' lemme take you out?" Dion raised a brow, a little shock.

"I don't see why not." Cassie shrugged, pulling in front of an apartment complex. "This the right place?"

"Yeah, thanks Cassie." He looked over at her, holding eye contact.

"I appreciate what you did for my sister today. She's going to be talkin' about it for a long time." She sighed, lowkey regretting it because it's going to be the topic of conversation every time.

"Aint nun'." Dion opened the car door, "Ima text you." He closed the door, heading into his complex.

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"I'm ho—" Cassie walked in and moans instantly cutting her off. "Ew..." She muttered to herself as she closed and locked the door. Picking up her heels from yesterday, Cassie carried them into her room. She closed the door behind her, locking it.

This was a regular thing with Salome. Cassie wasn't mad or anything but she wished Salome would limit the amount of intercourse she involves in with different men.