But still I searched the party for her, knowing she probably wasn’t here. I’d never seen her at any of these parties, but then I always doubted she got out much. Her father was my trainer and he was one tough motherfucker.
And then I did see her, and my entire body tensed.
Why was she here?
Some jackass was leaning against the wall, reaching out to twirl a strand of her hair around his finger. I instantly became angry, frustrated, and fucking jealous. Gripping the neck of my beer bottle tightly, I watched for a few seconds, telling myself it wasn’t my place to do a damn thing. But this voice in my head screamed at me to be a man and stop it.
She’s mine. No one else can have her but me.
My desire for Cassandra went above anything that was considered rational. I’d known her for years but when she was younger, I just saw her as my trainer’s daughter. She was off-limits, and I wasn’t going to cross that line and be an asshole. But as she got older, matured into a woman, something in me changed. I started seeing her, not as my trainer’s daughter, but something more desirable.
I grew possessive of her, hell, even obsessed. But I was really fucking good at hiding what I wanted, especially when I knew I couldn’t get it.
Eric was like a second father to me, and being with Cassandra almost seemed ... taboo.
But when that motherfucker near Cassandra touched her cheek and she turned her head, clearly not wanting it, I couldn’t stop myself anymore.
Storming over there, I pushed the asshole away, giving him a look that was warning enough, and took hold of her hand.
Eric would want me to do this, I told myself. But the truth was I was doing this for myself.
“Hey, dude, bad move,” the guy said when my back was turned.
My entire body tensed and I slowly turned around. The guy was big but not bigger than me. “Touching a girl that didn’t want to be touched was a bad move on your part.” I stepped up to him, ready to throw down. “We gonna have a problem?”
I wanted him to have a problem. I’d love to have any reason to put my fist in his face. The asshole must have finally realized what he was up against, because he shook his head and wandered off.
“What was that about?” Cassandra asked, pulling away from me.
I faced her, seeing she looked just as shocked as she sounded. “Stopping some fucking drunk prick from assaulting you probably. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I was fine, and he was harmless.”
I didn’t answer, just stared at her.
“I was invited here,” she said.
“Your dad would be pissed that you’re here. He know you’re at a wild fucking party?”
“I’m an adult, Rowdy. I’m perfectly fine, and I’m perfectly safe.” She lifted her beer bottle to her lips, and I noticed her thumb was over the top, which she only moved to take a sip.
Good girl.
So many girls ended up in bad situations because they didn’t take care of their drinks. Especially in these random parties were a bunch of drunken frat guys and strangers who had heard about the party through the grapevine wandered in.
“I do know how to take care of myself, thank you very much.”
She glared up at me, and I wanted to knock that beer bottle out of her hand and kiss those damn lips. Cassandra was so fucking beautiful. I did everything I could to ignore her but it was next to impossible to do so. Her smile made me want her so fucking badly. She was this pure perfection that shouldn’t ever be dirtied, yet I wanted to dirty her up so fucking much. I wanted to get her filthy and show her how good it can be.
She licked those full lips, leaving a path of moisture along the plump pinkness, and I couldn’t help but imagine her on her knees, sucking me.
My cock hardened at the image.
“Rowdy?”
I was pretty sure she’d heard the growl that left me, could probably even see the lust cover my face.
“How about I hang with you tonight? A friend to keep an eye on you.” And to make sure no fucker touches you. You’re mine, Cassandra.
The thought of another guy touching her filled me with rage.
“A friend to watch over me?” Did I see disappointment flash across her eyes? No, I couldn’t have seen that. Cassandra would never give me the time of day, even if I would cross that line.
She came to the gym, did her work, and left with her father. Most of the time I watched her from afar, wanting but never allowed to take what I want. One day, I want to take her, and to prove to Eric that I’m the right guy for his girl.
I wasn’t cocky like Malachi, nor did I have any kind of agenda.
I just wanted her to be mine.
Cassandra, she needed to be treasured, loved, desired, and taken for a walk on the wild side, but in a safe, protected way. I could be the one to do that.