I felt lightheaded and my vision was severely blurred. Whether it was from my astigmatism or other recent circumstances, the world would never know.
Laughter bubbled out of me and then something registered in my most certainly compromised brain.
What was I laughing at?
Oh my goodness. I really was crazy. Maybe Jazz was right. I should have gotten tested like Sheldon Cooper.
Oh right, I remembered. The priceless look on Derek's face when I smashed my head against his and sprinted like I'd spotted a ghost.
Good times, Cassie. But you're still off your rockers.
I hope I didn't hurt him too much.
I perched my delicate derrière on the edge of the shoreline, right before the spot where the waves were breaking. I yanked off my shoes and allowed the cool ocean waters to engulf my feet and the gentle crashing of waves to soothe my nerves.
"Fancy seeing you here, cöck teaser," I didn't even have to turn around to know whose voice that belonged to. All traces of fuzziness in my head vanished and I instantly sobered up.
"What do you want?" I sighed, refusing to face him or give him the satisfaction of annoying me. He didn't deserve any. He was pure scum.
"You know what I want, Cassandra," he sneered. The way he said my name with such vile and disgust made me want to vomit on his face then make him eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Complete contrast to how Derek said your name.
"Are you ready to give me what I want or will I have to fight for everything I desire in this world?" He sat next to me, a little too close for comfort. I discreetly tried to move to my left and further away from him. He sensed this and clamped his iron clad fist around the crook of my elbow.
Fighting made no sense at a time like this. I knew if I resisted, like every bone in my body was telling me to, I'd regret the consequences of my actions later on when my hymen would be mutilated to shreds by none other than Jack the Ripper.
"Nothing has changed, Jack. And you can't always get what you want. The Pope wants world peace and he hasn't gotten it yet. Are you higher than the Pope?" This time I turned to look at him with an arched eyebrow, the moonlight casting an evil shadow on his face.
He hadn't changed one bit. His hair was still a mass of dark waves that curled at his neck, which highlighted his strong prominent jaw jutting out and his grey-black lust filled eyes that were darkening by the second.
I could sense his rage building with my statement and the hand that was propping him up was now clenched and filled with sand.
"Shut up, bitch. You and I both know very well that I always get what I want," he taunted and his eyes flashed with anger.
"You may have gotten away last time but this time you won't. You know why? Because your pretty little boy toy is not going to be here to save your prick teasing ass," his venom-like words flowed like the River Styx.
Little did he know that this time would be so much different from last time. I smiled and patted his arm,"Don't worry, darling, you're not the only one who wants this," I gestured down my body,"And can't have it,"
I knew I was testing his patience and I wanted him to be seething until his vision was purely red.
His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed at me,"Don't try and be all sassy with me, bitch, because I'm the one in charge here. You have no power or control over what's going to happen next," He crossed a leg over my body so he was hovering above me, his arms stretched out on either side holding him up.
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