Story wake up to a empty bed and a storm outside. Well not a storm but it's raining heavily.
She get out of bed and realized she has socks on her feet, and she's wearing a large, black t-shirt.
She walk to the door and open it, poking her head out to make sure no one is loitering about.
She walk down the hallway and peek over the balcony. So far the coast is clear so she went down the stairs.
The sound of thunder make her almost jump out of her skin.
"Where you sneak off to?"
"Nowhere!" She turn around and smile up at Cassius.
Cassius lift her up and she wrap her legs around his waist. He's not wearing a shirt but she's not complaining.
"Do I get a morning kiss?"
"No." Her cheeks heat up when he raise a eyebrow at her. "Maybe one?"
"You're driving me mad."
He kiss her softly before pulling away. Her cheeks are crimson which Cassius love.
"I make your breakfast."
Story hid her face in his neck.
Cassius bring her to the kitchen and set her on a stool. He walk to the counter by the stove and pick up a plate with two pancakes covered in whipped cream, syrup and strawberries.
He place the plate before her with fresh orange juice.
"Eat up Wildflower."
"What about you?"
Cassius lean over the counter so he's right infront of her.
"I can eat you when you're done. I know you taste great."
Her eyes widen and her face turn red.
"Eat."
Story waste no time digging into her breakfast. Cassius kiss her head before walking to the dishwasher.
A ringtone blare through the kitchen startling Story. She look around confused then at Cassius.
"Just my phone."
He cross the kitchen and take the phone off a shelf.
"What?"he answered.
Story went back to her breakfast while Cassius talk.
"Kill him." Cassius watch Story's eyes widen. "I want him dead. Don't call me until the job is done."
He hang up and look at Story. "That was a joke right?"she asked softly.
"I don't joke when it comes to business. Finish eating?"
Story nod as she ate the last bite of pancakes. Cassius took the plate and cup from her and put it in the dishwasher.
"Don't be scared of me Wildflower. I'll never hurt a hair on your head."
He walk around the counter and stroke her cheek.
"You're the best thing to happen to me."
"You kill people."
"It's either me or them. I'm not a saint Wildflower. But you're safe with me."
Story pull him down to her height and kiss him. It was short but catch Cassius off guard.
"You're the best."
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Darkly, Yours
RomanceStory-Belle Prince, a 20-year-old innocent, is a delicate flower in a world of thorns. Her purity is her greatest vulnerability. Enter Cassius Blackwood, a 40-year-old ruthless master, with eyes that burn like hellfire. His presence is a whispered p...