Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 23- Assistant for hiring

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I changed the last part:P

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NASTASIA'S POV

So apparently Clinton got a house? What the hell is this sick joke? Clinton buying a house will not happen, not in a million years.

"So did your best friend really get a house?" I asked Wilson cause he's right here but I still don't believe him.

"Yes! For the millionth time, he got a house in Angus street," he sighed, getting impatient with me. So far I've been pushing him away and we haven't make out as much, or should I say kiss as much.

"Okay! Jeez no need to spaz!" I said and he stared at me.

"Tasia?" Wilson said and I turned my attention to him. "Do you like me?" He asked and I quirk a brow at him. I do I like him, only problem is as a friend. I blinked at him and his gaze was fixed on me.

"Yeah," I responded and his brows furrowed.

"I don't see it that way," his lips scrunched up and he shrugged.

"Wilson, although we don't make out as much, doesn't mean I don't like you," I said and he looked like he was thinking about it. He's no fool! He's also a guy, guys like touching and kissing and sex.

"It's not that, you seemed distant and whenever I'm around you, your mind is somewhere else," he said and I slowly moved my gaze to him.

I sighed, it's true, Wilson reminds me a lot of Clinton and that makes me think of him instead of this guy.

"I'm sorry, there's just a lot going on with my family," I covered up but he didn't look like he believes me.

"Really?" He quirk a brow at me and I nodded, guilt was already swelling in. "Why does it seem like I don't believe you and your thinking about Clinton still?" I swallowed and moved my gaze away from him. I don't want another lecture on how I can't have Clinton again.

"Fuck Wilson! I don't like him anymore!" I spat and his brows just furrowed deeply.

"Then prove it to me that you moved on from him!" Fuck this shit! I pushed myself up and walked over to him. Now I just don't care because I'm starting to believe my own words, that I'm over Clinton.

I collapsed on top of him and cupped his face both in my hands, pressing my lips onto his and he froze for a second. Wilson kissed back and his tongue thrust inside my mouth. He was obviously taken by surprise by my sudden action but I didn't care.

His hands snaked in my shirt and his fingers grazed my skin underneath my breast, making me shiver. I forgot about everything and all I can think about is Wilson... Wilson... Wilson Tavier...

I played with the hem of his shirt and pulled it up above his head before he can do anything else. His mouth moved over to my neck and butterflies invaded my tummy. A whimper escaped me when he pulled away and I frowned.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked confused and a smug smirk appeared on his lips.

"Maybe I should ask you everyday to prove yourself," his smirk was replaced by his charming smile and my heart thudded a million times faster.

"Maybe you should," I pulled him back in and we were in make out mode within seconds. He found the clasp of my bra and before I knew it, my chest was bare as he ripped off my shirt, like literally ripped it off.

One thing I realized is, I'm over Clinton and I really like Wilson.

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"So do you believe me now?" I asked, smirking at him.

Well it wasn't planned but I kinda slept with him... I never thought that we'll go this far but I gave in after having loads of sexual frustration and he's surprisingly as good as Clinton, even better!

"I do," he pulled me closer and kissed my neck, I giggled and closed my eyes as the sensation filled me.

"Ah... Wilson..." I whimpered. He sucked on my collarbone hard as he teased me with his finger.

"Shhhhhhh," he murmured, groaning. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lips as he pump onto me. A tear flowed down on the corner of my eye and I gasped out a breath. He's so rough like fuck!

"Wilson! Oh fuck!" I shouted and he pulled away with a grin on his face. "Can't you be more gentler?" I asked with my brow quirk.

"Sorry babe," he boyishly smiled and I didn't mind him calling me babe anymore.

"Better be! Hey are you staying tonight?" I asked him curiously and he smirked.

"Already want seconds Tasia?" He raised both his brows and I rolled my eyes at him. See how he reminds me of Clinton? Too cocky like damn!

"No. Yes. Well I'm just wondering!" I said, resting my hand on his abs.

"Sure, if you want me to then I can stay," he moved his arms behind my neck and pulled me closer.

"Alright, stay." I told him.

"Don't you have to go to the studio tomorrow?" He asked and I nodded.

"But I don't have to be there till noon," I pressed a kiss on his chest and a small growl came from his throat.

"Well then," he tossed me flat on the bed and hovered above me. Wilson attached my lips then placed himself in between my legs. Correction: he's way better than Clinton!

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CASSANDRA'S POV

First thing I saw when I walked in my office were three piles of paper work. I stood there by the door way and just stared at it, wishing it would magically disappear but just my luck, it didn't move.

Oh joy! I sat down my office chair and picked up my phone. I searched for the number Clinton gave me and dialled Stephanie's number immediately. I waited for Stephanie to pick up and I was gonna hung up whne the ringing stopped.

"Hello?" The person from the other end spoke.

"Stephanie?" I said. And there's a light in the end of the tunnel after all!

"Yes, who's this?" She said with a yawn. I just woke her up, now I feel bad.

"It's Cassandra," I said carefully then her mood completely changed into exitement.

"Oh my god!!! Cassie! How's you and Clinton? What did he do this time?!" She squaled and I got her full attention.

"He didn't do anything Steph," I chuckled.

"Then what's with the surprise call?" She asked curiously and I started with my work, booting my computer and laying my papers on the desk.

"Are you interested in working for me?" I asked and I thought she hung up cause she didn't reply.

"Well do I have to be your bitch?" She asked and I laughed out loud.

"No, you just need to help me with office stuff," I told her while I typed in the data in my Mac.

"Alright, cool! I am looking for a job and here you are saving my life!" I heard her srambling around her room and I'm glad she's taking the position.

"Well I'm glad I helped," I replied.

"So when can I start?" She asked giddily.

"Whenever your ready," This girl really needs a job!

"How about tomorrow? I can start my summer job," she said in a hurry.

"Okay, I'll email you the details and address, see you tomorrow Steph and thanks," I said finally.

"No! Thank you Cassie! See you tomorrow," she said and I hung up, continuing with my work. Well at least I hired an assistant and she can start tomorrow. I owe Clinton a lot for this!

My phone vibrated on the table and I red off the caller ID; Clinton. I answered immediately and pressed it on my ear.

"Hey Meyers!" I sad excitedly.

"Hey Casey, I hear you hired my cousin and she's excited about it," I heard people talking in the background so I'm guessing he's probably in the studio.

"Yeah, she's starting tomorrow," I replied.

"Thanks, well you're probably busy, I'll drop by later," no! I hope he could dropped by now!

"Can you bring me lunch? I'm hungry," well he has the reason to come by. Clinton chuckled before speaking.

"Just tell me if you want me to come Casey, I'll be there within seconds," there was a smirk behind his voice and I grinned widely.

"Yes I want you to! And bring me food!" I said teasingly.

"Alright, I'll be there soon." And with that, we both hung up. My tummy was grumbling and I hope Clinton would hurry.

I was busy typing the data in my computer when someone walk in my office, someone I wasn't expecting. Daryl.

"Hey babe," he said casually, walking briskly towards the sofa I front of me.

"Hey." I replied in monotone, not to be rude.

"So what's up?" He asked, looking through the Folders in front of me.

"Why're you here Daryl?" I paused why I'm doing and swivelled to look at him.

"Just saying hey," he shrugged but I gave him a bored look. "Okay, I'm just checking on you and your dad said you were sick for the past days," he said then I turned away.

"I'm okay, you can leave now." I said plainly then began to type again.

"Cheer up buttercup! No need to give me attitude," I glared side ways at him but ignored him.

"Leave." I said pointedly but he didn't bother to move a bit.

"Cassandra--" I didn't let him finish and just told him to go away.

"Last warning Daryl or I'll call the security." He's getting on my last nerve and I will lash out if he doesn't go away.

"Okay! No need to call the security," he finally stood up and backed away slowly.

My office door open and in came Clinton with two paper bags. He looked at me then Daryl then back at me multiple times.

"Oh, what's going on?" He asked, obviously confused.

"Daryl was just leaving," I told him; glaring at Daryl but this dude just stood there.

Clinton walked over to my desk and set down the paper bags, not daring to look at Daryl.

"Hey Casey," Clinton greeted me, planting a kiss on the corner of my lips.

"Hi Clinton," Daryl greeted with a smirk on his lips. Tension filled the room but Clinton manage to gave him a nod.

"Sup man," my boyfriend greeted out.

"I never knew my fiancé was cheating on me," Daryl said and I threw him a death glare.

"I'm not your fiancé and I'm not cheating on you." I said coldly. "Clinton's my boyfriend," I said pointedly and I wanted to wipe off the grim smirk on his face.

"Since when did you had a boyfriend?" Daryl scoffed and my face stiffened. Didn't I tell him to leave five minutes ago? Why is he still here then.

"Since I asked her out." Clinton answered for me with a frown on his face.

"Alright, be careful Cassandra, you might get hurt then you'll come running to me," he skimmed my desk with a finger and my blood is boiling. How dare he say that to me? Never will I go running to this douche bag!

"I'll never hurt her you asshole!" Clinton sneered. I have no patience for this; first, I'm hungry and second, I wanted to strangle this guy.

"Daryl. Leave." I hissed then he moved his gaze to me.

"Later Cassandra, I warned you." With that, he slowly left my office the way he walked in. Bastard.

"Why was he here?" Clinton asked irritated.

"I don't fucking know! He's been annoying me! Thank god you came here and saved me." I smiled at him and he mirrored my expression.

"He's an asshole," he sneered. I opened one paper bag and grabbed the container.

"What did you get?" My tummy let out a loud growl and my cheeks turned pink.

"Cute," Clinton chuckled and I playfully glared at him. "I got Turkish salad for you," he said then he pulled out a Big Mac from his paper bag. What the hell?! I gave him a bored look and he stared at me. "What?" A smile was forming on his lips and I shook my head.

"Why do I get a salad while you get that good looking burger?" I said but mixed the salad anyways.

"Cause you're a girl and I'm a guy?" He smirked, biting on the juicy meat.

"You're so sexist!" I forked the salad and he looked at me closely.

"Well you didn't tell me that you wanted a Big Mac," he shrugged but I started eating in a non lady like manner.

"That's very charming Casey," he chuckled before gulping his drink.

"Shut up! I'm hungry. I could eat a person right now." I dug in the salad, almost half way done.

"Stephanie called me the second you hired her, shes freaking squealing." I grinned and sipped my drink.

"Yeah she's excited, she's starting tomorrow." I said. I'm really happy that I hired his cousin, I hope she does a good job.

"So are you staying here till what time?" Clinton asked. I looked over the clock an it's already afternoon.

"I can go, I'm tired anyways." I stretched my neck then I felt his hands on my back. I let out a moan then I felt his lips on my neck.

"Yeah, I can go now." I closed my eyes then let him do his thing. The benefits of having a boyfriend. He can give you back rubs.

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Clinton parked his car in his garage then popped the door open with my purse.

He grabbed my waist then pinned me against the wall the moment we walked inside his house. I balled my fist into his shirt and pulled me against him as he deepened the kiss.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he slowly grind against my middle. Both his hands caressed my legs smoothly and goosebumps rose on my arms.

"Clinton..." I let out another moan.

"Oh, the guys wanted to hang out tomorrow night, is that okay?" He's asking for my permission? His mouth ecstatically moved over my neck and I was filled with ecstasy.

"Why're you asking for my permission?" It's sweet though that he's telling me where he's going.

"Aren't I supposed to? I mean you're my girlfriend," a whimper escaped me when he pulled away. Why must he stop?

"Of course you can," I pulled his neck but he didn't budge.

"You sure?" He asked again with his brows raised.

"Yes!" I pulled him in and pressed my mouth to his, playing with the back of his hair. My middle were throbbing and I need him in now.

"Clinton... I need you..." I whispered, panting hard. I dropped on the floor and laced my hands with him, tugging him towards the bedroom. Clinton had a mischievous smirk on his face which turned me on. Ugh! He's so hot!

I shoved him down the bed and I reached for the zipper behind my back. He watched me closely as I strip off my dress seductively, well I hope it was. A low growl came from his throat and he pulled my waist when my dress dropped on the floor, leaving me in my black lace under wear with matching bra and stilettos.

"Damn babe," he groaned and a smile touch my lips.

"Told you to not call me that," I still smiled though and ran my hand through his tousled hair. He leaned to kiss me but I pulled away. As bad as I want him, I'm making him wait.

"Why not?" He had a grin on his face as he let his hand move in my inner thighs.

"Cause I hate when I'm being called 'babe'" I said sweetly. Clinton kissed my cleavage instead as he fingered the hem of my underwear.

"Alright Casey," and in one swift move, his finger was inside of me, making me moan out loudly as I arched my back.

"You're soaked," he murmured and My body trembled onto him. I just bit my lower lip and rested my forehead on his shoulder.

Clinton tossed me down his bed and I laid flat while he kissed me hard, pulling his fingers out. I was breathing hard as he kissed me hungrily, going down to my navel.

When he reached the hem of my lace panties, he pulled it sexily with his teeth and I can't help but moan. Ergh!

I can never get enough of him cause I love him...





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Okay well this is the remade chapter:) sorry if I had to change it:/ but here y'all go! Clinton an the guys will go clubbin tomorrow! I wonder what will happen:$

Chapter 24- tomorrow

xoFranchescaxo