Chapter 49 Like A Moth To A Flame

• I nearly lost myself in Cassandra again. I am supposed to be furious at her, but yet I cannot keep my hands off her. I don’t know whom we are both trying to fool, we are meant to be, it is time we stop our foolishness.
• But if I thought her foolishness would not get any worse, I am bound to witness how she pulls a chair onto the stage. Now this is something that she has never done before, but she has pulled what could possibly be one of the most attractive men in this place at present onto the stage. Now if that was not enough, she is grinding that perfect pear-shaped ass into his groin for me to see. And god, what is even worse is the damn fuck is loving every minute of it. I can, from where I am sitting, hear how he is moaning and she, she is only but smiling.
• Now I don’t know if she wants me to lose it again. Does she want to prove a point that I cannot control my temper? Well, I am going to show her that her actions are not affecting me. So, as hard as it is, I casually take my whiskey and turn a complete blind eye to this erotic show she is giving to a room full of assholes that is only but cheering. She has me, she has got me, but not exactly where she wants me to be. She will not see me fall apart again. She will not make me crumble to my knees.