Cassie & Dion: A True Love Story

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Cassie woke up the next morning with the urge to pee. She felt herself wrapped in Dion's arms and he wasn't letting up no time soon. "Dion, I have to pee." She said, almost above a whisper. She shifted for a while until she was released out his grip and was walking to the bathroom.

After sitting on the toilet, she quickly realized the only thing she had on was her underwear. "Damn, you just gon' leave me like that, Cass?" He called out in his raspy, morning voice from his bed.

Cassie walked back into the room and a grin spread across Dion's face, "What?"

"You got your titties all out." He laughed, causing her to join in.

"Stop playing." She rolled her eyes, playfully grabbing one of the nearest shirts she saw. Putting it over top of her, she looked back over at him, "Do you have any spare toothbrushes?"

"In the sink cabinet," He watched her walk back into the bathroom. Last night was a bliss for both of them. The apartment was filled with loud moans, skin-to-skin contact, and light creaks from the bed.

Although, Dion didn't do relationships, he was ready to try something new. He didn't know why Cassie made him feel so different but he wasn't mad at the feeling.

~

"It's been two months since I seen her, give that shit a rest and let her live happily." Hakeem said to Chanel as they laid in her bed together.

"There's no such thing as happy for Cassie. She's had happy her whole damn life. It's my fucking turn!" She rolled her eyes, "Eres un tonto, no lo entenderías." (You're a dumbass, you wouldn't understand.)

"Don't be speaking that Taco Bell shit if I can't understand it." He mugged her, "Say what you gotta say in English."

"You're a fucking asshole!" Chanel screamed, "Thats why my sister left your cheating ass!"

"And look who's cheating ass you laid up with? Me." Hakeem retorted, as he brought her close and started kissing on her neck, "Calm down, Chanel. You know I love you."

"Love?" She muttered, "You don't love a thing." Chanel pushed him off, crossing her arms.

"I obviously love your ass if I just fuckin' said it, damn Chanel! You keep ruining my mood—Take this off." He leaned back in, kissing on her neck trying to take her night gown off.

She rolled her eyes, allowing him to slip off her night gown. Moving from her neck to her breasts, he started kissing and sucking her more.

"You taste good, baby." He said, in between kisses as he moved to her area.

"I know." She smirked.

~

"Damn, and you can cook? What can't you do?" Dion laughed as she sat a plate in front of him.

The plate had two waffles, sausages, eggs, and hash browns. Cassie loved making people home-cooked meals especially since she learned from her mother.

"I suck at math." She laughed as she made mimosas and handed him one. She sat down with him at the table along with her plate.

"Shit, that's the only shit I'm good at. Gotta be good at math when you sellin' incase someone try to short me." Dion shrugged as he poured syrup on his food.

"That's disgusting! The syrup only goes on waffles." Cassie started dying from laughter as he looked at her crazy.

"You trippin', it taste better this way."

"I'm convinced you just nasty." She sipped her mimosa as he smirked.

"So on top of cooking and being a business woman, what else can you do?"

"I can sing." Cassie shrugged, "I don't do it often because I don't want to do anything with it." She had a couple of tracks she recorded in highschool but Cassie never published them to the world.

"I got me a lil singer." He chuckled, "Sing sum for me."

"Uh uh, I do not sing especially in front of people unless you my mother." She took a bite of her sausage.

"It's ard, Ima get it out of you eventually." He smiled. The rest of their time on Sunday, they continued to chat with each other and make-out from time to time. Cassie didn't know what they were but she wasn't going to ruin their situation by asking the question. She knew how overly sensitive men would get about topics like that and sometimes turn into a completely different person.

As of right now, they were just friends with benefits in her mind.

~

"Tell me about that boy, Cassie." Rosa had just finished making Sunday dinner and had Camilla and Cassie eating with her. Chanel decided not to go to get her back blown out by Cassie's ex, Hakeem.

"What boy, mommy?" She decided to play the dumb role.

"That boy you've been with for past two months. I'm getting old, not stupid." Rosa chuckled, as she looked over at Camilla, "Come tu comida." (Eat your food.)

"I'm trying to be nosey. I wanna hear about my sister and my favorite rapper. Oh my god, Cass, you have to give me details after dinner." Camilla rambled.

"Details about what?" Rosa looked over at Camilla then Cassie, "Uh uh, y'all don't need to get my blood pressure up."

"There's no details to give, we're friends." Cassie shrugged, having a flashback from last night. She quickly shook it away, finishing up her food. "I'm going to head out," She stood up, dusting off her jeans.

"Ugh, my little sister never kisses and tells." Camilla rolled her eyes as she played with the food on her plate.

"Debes seguir sus pasos," (You should follow her footsteps) Rosa stood up from the table to walk Cassie out.

"Bye sis, love you." Cassie smiled as she headed to the door with her belongings.

"Come back for me!" Camilla called out, "Mommy be giving me hard times."

"She is lying!" Rosa chuckled as she looked up at Cassie. She only stood at five feet. "Mija, just be safe. I know how heartbroken you were over that puta. I just want you to receive love."

"I know, mommy and I appreciate it." She hugged her mother tightly but softly, "I'll see you guys sometime this week."