Cassandra ReidI contemplate my figure in the mirror plunged into a deep silence. It seems that I am going to a funeral and not to my own wedding.My parents haven't come, they haven't called. Apparently they have fulfilled their threat and I no longer exist for them.I don't know why I expected them to show up even after two weeks. By now I should be used to their rudeness, claims, offenses and disappointments..., but it's not like that. Their indifference hurts and the words of that night continue to swarm in my head along with those they've said for years.I have killed myself studying, I have survived alone in a foreign country and yet, they are only capable of seeing a runaway and rebellious daughter.The day I fled from San Francisco, I knew perfectly well possible consequences of my actions and I was willing to accept them... Or so I thought.Now I see that I always kept the hope that my parents would one day reconsider or at least understand my actions; but it seems that I wil
Cassandra ReidSome guests chatter around me, others eat or drink while children run around the garden... except Ella, the girl remains by my side contemplating the stage just like me."Are you comfortable, darling?", I inquire letting see a brotherly smile.I am tense, nervous and I fear that at any moment the bubble will burst in my face. My parents smile along with my now husband's as if they were hosts of the party. It is impossible for me to see them here, satisfied, without recriminations towards me... Then I remember Adriano's words. He accomplished this. Also, Gibson and Juliette Reid find themselves in their natural habitat, surrounded by Italy's elite society.I return my attention to the little girl, who nods in response, moving her little feet dangling from the chair.'Why doesn't she hang out with the rest of the kids?'"Don't you wanna play?", I ask again.She turns her head to look at me with those pretty eyes alight with excitement. "Do I look for the Wii to show you?"
Adriano Di LauroI never thought I would enjoy my wedding so much, but I do. My new wife is an expert dancer and I see myself dancing a couple of pieces with her. She is sensual and at the same time delicate, a seductive cream.She now dances with my children while I dance with my mother. Seeing the three of them together is hypnotic and unleashes long-buried emotions inside me."She's a good girl", mom says following the direction of my gaze."I know". I nod seeing them smile carefree. How have they established that kind of connection? I have no idea, but it is something very strange and surprising."She will be a good wife."I turn to see my mother to examine her face carefully. Something has changed."I thought you disapproved her.""That was before knowing she is Gibson Reid's daughter.""You let yourself be carried away by prejudice", she pointed out with a disapproving tone."Yes I admit it. You know I'm not prejudiced or old-fashioned in that sense”. She jumps defensively. "I d
Cassandra ReidThe heat embraces my skin while a slight tingling settles in a place unknown for me.The rapid beating of my heart echoes in my ears and unconsciously, I open my mouth wider.He takes the opportunity to explore me with a ravenous hunger while I fight against suffocation. I think I've stopped breathing.I have kissed other men before, but I have never experienced anything like this. His hand, cold as an ice floe, moves across my flushed skin and down to my lower back. His kisses move to my collarbone, giving me a chance to catch my breath. Then his fingers slip under the fabric and an indescribable sensation floods my senses.I am not aware of my own body's responses. It has come to life for itself. Suddenly I find myself lying on an armchair with her hands caressing me everywhere.Sleeves of the dress slide off my shoulders, leaving me bare from the waist up.My lips are once again prisoners of his as my nerve endings vibrate under his touch.I don't know where I'm go
Cassandra ReidI lean my head against the car window and stare at it as if I could get past bulletproof glass. Now tension between us is bigger than before. We can't even cross more than three words and every action seems forced.The day after the 'no wedding night', he left me with the kids and just disappeared. I tried to entertain myself with them decorating house for New Year's Eve, I even spent hours trying to understand each other with Xbox, but everything has been in vain, because the Italian does not come out of my head.I almost slept with him. In less than forty-eight hours I have reconsidered my behavior more than a hundred times. What would have happened if I hadn't stopped him? Why did I stop him? Where does this irrepressible desire come from that takes my sanity away?My cell phone vibrates, notifying a message entrance. Screen says 'Private number', but I read it anyway.'Soon you will receive your wedding gift. I hope you like it'I don't even care who this is, so I p
Cassandra ReidThe car stops in front of the facade fountain and I am exasperated by the gorillas's ridiculous security protocol to get out.At the end of litany, I take the steps two at a time and enter the house like a gale."Good afternoon, Mrs. Di Lauro", The house keeper keeps up with me. "How...?""Where is my husband?" I cut her off instantly."Mister Di Lauro has not yet arrived. Do you want to...?""When he arrives, tell him to look for me in the library", I interrupt her again. I am aware that I am being very rude, but I don't care. My blood boils with rage.I walk from one side of the library to the other as I go through the documents again. Adriano has bought thirty-five percent of the hospital and he has put them in my name, which makes me the majority owner of it.'Why has he done it?''Does he intend to control me?''If so, I'm not going to leave him.'It's ridiculous that he stresses over and over again the need to stick to stipulations of our contract when he's the fi
Cassandra ReidStrawberries exude an incredible aroma and look just as appetizing... but not more than my husband. I stand in awe as he cuts them into small pieces and picks one up with his fork, bringing it to his lips extremely slowly.'How can a simple movement awaken so many sensations in me?'Suddenly he fixes the blue of his eyes on me before popping the fruit into his mouth. Then, he chews slowly without taking his eyes off me in a provocative gesture.'Since when has food become a sexual instrument?'I shift restlessly on my spot to combat sudden burning feeling, then wince.A simple movement and every muscle in my body aches. I have been sleeping very little for two days, since my husband does not give me any respite.Not that I can complain either. If I had known pleasure that awaited me when making love, perhaps I would not have expected so much... Although something tells me what I experienced with Adriano, I will never experience it with any other man."Is everything okay
Cassandra ReidI look at him and I am not able to believe he is in front of me.I feel a tension in my abdomen that does not let me breathe.In the beginning I thought to be hallucinating, but he is him. The paralyzing voice, indecipherable face next to the voluminous body that makes me feel tiny and diabolical appearance of him always.His ambering eyes observe me restless from head to toe, making me feel naked.A little tremor is installed in my hands and intersects them so as not to show weakness I feel.He is here! Dean is here."Mrs. Di Lauro, are you still there?", I hear my secretary's voice on the other side of the line very distant as well as the noise of the party. I am like in a kind of trance. "Doctor?"I hang without even having awareness of my actions. I think I've stopped breathing."How...?""Happy New Year, Love". He doesn't let me finish. "Did you miss me?"I want to talk, but my mouth refuses to move. What has he come for?"I ... ". I am interrupted by my husband's