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CHAPTER TWENTY - SEVEN
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CASSANDRA GROANS AS SHE ROLLS OVER IN THE BED, the thin sheet covering her body. She could hear Stefan beside her which made her let out a little sigh. She didn't even know why she slept with him, maybe it was because of her lack of control, maybe it was just for sex but she couldn't take it back now. Sitting up in the bed, she runs a hand through her tangled hair. Cassandra had heard Damon get home last night but luckily it was after her fiasco with Stefan. Feeling the bed dip, she glances over her shoulder to see Stefan stretching, the sheet not doing a good job at covering his lower half. "Morning." He says, still half asleep as he rests his head back on the pillow. Cassandra doesn't reply, only getting up with the sheets covered around her body. Stefan sighs as he rests back on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at her. Avoiding his gaze, Cassandra opens his drawers to pick out a shirt she can wear. A second later, Stefan is hit in the face with a pair of boxers that Cassandra had decided to throw at him. He groans, glaring at her for a moment before deciding to get up as well. Cassandra watches him reveal himself, standing up fully as he turned to her. Stefan smirks as he realizes where her eyes were lingering.

Cassandra only rolls her eyes though, she wasn't going to act like he wasn't an impressive size. Plus she had seen it before so it wasn't anything new. Stefan had such a smug face though that she only raises an eyebrow before dropping the sheet from her body. He falters for a second, his eyes instantly checking her naked body out. She can't help but be the one to smirk, satisfied that he also couldn't control his eyes. Suddenly he flashes in front of her, smashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Cassandra moans into it, feeling him press himself against her. Stefan hoists her up, backing her into a wall before connecting his lips with her neck. As soon as he is about to enter her, a loud crash comes from downstairs. They pull away, both equally confused as they stare at each other. Damon yells out in pain causing Cassandra's eyes to widen as she makes Stefan let her go. He might not care for his brothers misery but she did. Throwing on some clothes, the pair make their way downstairs only to find Damon chained to a chair in the parlor with a hot poker in his chest.

"What the hell happened to you?" Stefan asks with a chuckle as he shares a laugh with Cassandra who was also enjoying seeing the man like this.

"Oh, this is too good." She smirks to herself as she crosses her arms against her chest. Damon moves his eyes between the two of them, his face full of confusion on why Cassandra was in Stefan's shirt but he came to the conclusion that she just needed something to sleep in. Because Stefan and Cassandra would never sleep with each other again. Not with Klaus around.

"Whatever twisted ripper game this is, leave me out of it." Damon pleads his brother who only glances at Cassandra for a moment. He had an alibi for last night and this morning as much as Cassandra dismayed.