The Billionaire Hit Woman

NICHOLAS

“What are you doing?” Cassandra asks Nicholas, as she tries to get away from his touch but he does not budge, instead he presses into her further, determined to not let her go. He wants nothing more than to have her, to kiss her and make her his for the rest of his life. He has been trying his best to ignore the way he feels about her, telling himself it was just lust, but he has no choice than to accept the fact that he loves her so much. He has never felt this way about any woman before, and it is driving him crazy. After the little kiss they had just shared, all his heart crave is nothing more than to kiss her senseless, and make her feel the same way he did.

“What I should have done the first day I met you.” He says pulling her away from the wall, and against the counter and without giving her time to understand or protest, his lips crashes hungrily against hers’ as he presses his body into hers, as if trying to meld it into one.

He pulls her into his arms and wraps one of his hands around her tiny waist, using the other to hold her head as she tries to pull away. After a while of trying to pull away, Cassandra wraps her hand around his neck, pulling him close kissing him harder. Their lips melds together, as their bodies press harder and harder against each other as if they can’t get enough of each other. Cassandra parts her lips slightly giving room for Nicholas’s tongue. They explore each other’s mouth fighting for dominance, their ragged breathing patterns filling the kitchen.

Soon her hands rummage through his hair eagerly, messing it up more, leaving it flying in all directions but Nicholas doesn’t care as he relishes in the warmth of her body, and the heat of her lips. His hands wander all over her back, moving up and down from her waist, to her hips and then up, back to her shoulder blades before returning back to her waist. He then squeezes her closer to him, mad with desire and need. He lifts her off the ground by her ass, and places her on the counter. She wraps her legs around him, making his rock hard erection press hard against her vagina.

He can feel the heat between her legs, and how wet she is, and it only makes him want her more and more, but he didn’t want to take it too far as he wants to be sure she wants him before having sex with her. He doesn’t want it to be something she’ll do in the moment, and regret later on, and he also doesn’t want her to feel he brought her to live with him so he can fuck her as he pleases. The kiss breaks out and they both hold each other, panting hard as they both try to catch their breaths.

“What the hell just happened?” Cassandra asks no one in particular with a stunned expression on her face as she touches her already swollen lips with disbelief written all over her face.

Nicholas chuckles with a smirk on his face, before brushing his hand across her face. “You just had the best kiss of your life.” He says, a satisfactory feeling welling up in him.

Cassy’s eyes widen as if she as seen a ghost, as a horrified expression fills her face, her eyes welling up with tears, “No! no! no! This can’t be happening. That did not just happen. Fuck, shit! I’m so stupid, I’m so dumb.” She cries, making Nicholas confused. She pushes him out of the way, tears falling down her cheeks as she runs out of the kitchen.

Nicholas stands in the kitchen, confused and hurt by her reaction. He thought that she’d finally realize her feelings for him after they kissed but he didn’t expect that she’d cry. He feels his heart hurt as he wonders if he has been deceiving himself about how she feels towards him. Guilt and regret clouds him as he realizes that he might have just forced her to do something she wasn’t entirely willing to do, and he starts to hate himself for that.

What if she thinks I brought her under my roof to become my bed warmer?

What if she hates me?

His heart sinks further with each thought, and he finds himself cursing himself. “Fuck!” He yells, hitting his fists on the counter before going after Cassy to beg her to forgive him.

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I run into my room with tears pouring in torrents, down my eyes, as I lock the door behind me. I plop down on my bed, curling myself up into a ball, and throwing the duvet over myself as I start to sob. What is wrong with me? Why did I left it get that far? How could I have been stupid enough to let us get this far with each other? I had a chance to kill him, and yet I flung it away just for a few minutes of dumb pleasure. I should have stabbed him while he was kissing me, when he was at his weakest, but instead, like the fool I am, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as well.

Fuck you Cassy, you messed up big time. You’re fucking putting your life on the line.

I sob harder, as I wish to just disappear. Why do I feel this way? Am I supposed to feel this way about the person I am meant to kill? Heck! What kind of question is that? I’m not supposed to, he’s my target for fuck’s sake! and it’s his life or mine. I shouldn’t have kissed him; Why the hell did I kiss him back and worst of all, why did I enjoy it? Why is my body still screaming for more?

If Victoria ever finds out, I’m toast. I shouldn’t have accepted the offer in the first place. At least I knew what to expect when I was poor and in debt, and I could always find a way to get out of it or at least, not put my life on the line, but now, I’m just confused and fed up.

My phone rings and I throw off the duvet from my body, and pick it up from beside the lamp on my bedside table. I check the caller ID to see it’s Victoria and my breath hitches in my throat as I start to panic, wondering if I should pick up or not. I clear my throat, and pick up the call.

“Hello Victoria. Why are you calling me again?” I yawn, pretending I’m just waking up from a nap.

“Oh! No reason, I just felt like calling you again, something just told me to.” She says casually

“Well, nothing’s wrong.” I say too quickly. Shit!

“What did you do Cassandra?” She asks sternly.

As I’m about to reply, the worst possible thing happens. “I’m sorry Cassy. I’m sorry about what went down in the kitchen. I shouldn’t have kissed you without confirming your feelings for me.” He yells from behind my bedroom door, making my blood run cold.

“What is-” Victoria starts to say but I immediately hang up in horror. I’m screwed. I’m gonna be killed.

I put my phone on airplane mode, and cover myself with the duvet. “I really care about you Cassy, I’m sorry if I made you feel like I’m using you to satisfy my wants. I really love you.” He says, making my heart hurt further. Please Nick, just stop talking.

“Please Cassy, talk to me.” He says, knocking on the door but I refuse to leave my bed or talk to him. After what just happened, I’m not about to let him into my room, who knows what will happen if I do. After a few minutes of knocking and pleading, I finally hear his receding footsteps, making me heave a sigh in relief. I’m tired of all this, I need to tell somebody, I can’t keep this to myself anymore, it’s just too much to bear.