After Party?!

After the confrontation with Colton, I didn't have the energy or wanted to go back to the party. So I did the walk of shame back to my bedroom plopping on my bed. So comfortable. So nice. Not before checking on Milo one last time as he was squeezed tightly his teddy bear as he dreamt. I couldn't think of anything else but our last conversation. The way he acted so possessive so jealous as if I belonged to him. I mean I technically did because you know if a mobster, your most likely indebted to them. Am I right?

But no seriously? And what was the whole situation with his brother Alexandro, I mean for being brothers they acted like enemies. I mean don't get me wrong even family was dangerous, but in the mafiosio life, blood was more precious than everything. So why did they have bad blood?

Was it all because of Cassandra? Damn it, I wish I knew what he meant that she was here, there, everywhere and nowhere? Was there a possibility that she was alive and I could get the hell out of here? But, if she was Colton would have never hired me. I could tell by the way Philly acted around him, he wasn't a player weirdly enough.

I mean that was one surprise of the night. The other being Colton's overreacted of talking to his brother, but he did say something that I noticed nana repeated too. " Oh, wow you look so much like her." The words echoed through my tired brain.

By her did they mean Cassandra? I looked like Cassandra? Rising myself from the bed walking over to the bathroom mirror as I stumbled taking off these retched high heels as I made my way over. Looking into the wide reflection as my eyes studying my face. Even though without makeup right now I looked like a panda due to the lack of sleep, but with makeup I liked netural. Beautiful to the eye. My hazel eyes shining bright, my long black lashes curled, my fair skin, I was a bit on the short side, and carried a tone curvier body. The only thing that would have been different was that I was a natural blonde, dyed to reasons I explained before. But right now, I carried the same chocolate brown just like Milo. And Milo must look like Cassandra.

That makes sense, if I look like Cassandra, Colton was jealous because I looked like her and remained him of her, not that he actually liked me. Whew! For a second there I really thought Colton liked me, liked me. Imagine that. Wow. I would actually have to try to be an interest person to date. I mean if I was interested in dating him. Because he is so not my type. Although, I don't really know what my type is because I never dated but I know the things I'm looking for a guy. For example, has too be rich, because girl I'm not going back to the poor life, second blue eyes. I just always seemed to have a thing for blue eyes, black hair because it just so sexy, a nice bod because yes. Not a pressure over, a guy who can challenge my ferocious personality, and throwback my sarcastic comments. ....And oh my god I'm describing Colton.

Shaking my head, there was no way! No way, I liked Colton! No, Sir! I mean the guy kidnapped me, tried to kill me, then makes me raise his baby with him while sexually harassing me. Yes, yes what I felt right now was Stockholm Syndrome or maybe I was drunk. Yeah, maybe both. Because, I'm not going to lie before reaching my bedroom I had quiet a few drinks to calm myself down. You know the usually.

And you know what they said is the perfect solution to drunkenness? A shower! Yes! Immediately stripping myself of every clothes item and my makeup because I did not want to look like the grudge coming out the shower scarring myself. Jumping in the shower as the hot water ran down my skin feeling just divine. Oof. Saying goodbye sore muscles as the lather cleansed my body, not missing an inch as the makeup on my back fell off. Finally, my lioness could breath. I slightly turned my head as I peeked in the mirror the huge ink on my back from just below my latissimus dorsi to right before my bum, still proudly displayed. A smirk found it's way onto my lips. Yes, she was still there in all her glory.

Miss. Gloria.Yes, I named my tattoo because why not? It always stood for who I was and the name itself would mean I was always victorious and glorious. I mean I had every right to, this son of a .... took about seventy-two hours, three days, without pausing because once you did the pain was a bitch! But a leader must do what they have to do. As well as everyone else in that clan. Which meant my poor baby Milo, who one day have to go through the agonizing pain of getting a dragon. I don't know where, but still painful as sin.

Speaking of which I haven't seen Colton's. Usually the leader would have his displayed like a trophy. So where was his? Because I saw his chest earlier and it wasn't there. Maybe his back? Or what about his lower body which would lead to his umm.....

" Open the door." I heard a voice pierced my thoughts as I jumped. Banging on the door to see if I could hear them, " Open the door." I turned off the shower as I looked for the nearest thing to put on when a white robe caught my sight as I slipped it on.

What the hell? Who the hell?

I walked out as the banging vibrated through my door, and probably the house. I was trying a shower for god sake give a woman some peace and privacy. I sighed turning the knob to reveal Colton. My eyes widened as I clutched onto my robe making sure all parts of me where covered. Gazing back at him as he swayed forward and back, his hand leaning on the door frame. " Colton? Colton, what are you doing here?" I asked confused.

Was there something else I need to tend to? An after party? Or did he come back to apologize? Because that would be nice.

He furrowed his brow, looking into my room as he stumbled forward. A little hiccup escaping his lips as I noticed his flushed cheeks. Geez,another man child to take care of. " Colton, you're drunk. Come on let's go back to your room." I made known as I grabbed his hand attempting to moved forward, when Colton grabbed me back the waist as I gasped walking backwards into the room.

Why? Why was he grabbing onto me? Please, help I wanted to scream but I could find the voice to as his voice whispered into my ear, " I'm-- i'm - i'm so sorry. Ho- honey. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't protect you better." He apologized as I blinked.

Wait, a minute was he actually apologizing? Hold on, I needed to grab my phone but he only pulled me closer to him. Breaking away from my ear as he held me, looking deeply into my eyes as one of his arms broke free his hand finding it's way onto my face. His thumb rubbing my cheek, I could feel my cheeks heat up again, " You are so beautiful..." He began as my heart raced a thousand miles per hour. I mean I didn't think he liked me at all, now a confession. This was all too soon. Like maybe a month or two to get to know each other better, but the next word he said changed everything, " Cass. You are so beautiful, Cass."

That name. Her name taking me out of the enchantment as I pulled away, finding strength to break free. I can't believe he just confused me for his wife. His missing wife. I wanted to slap him, but all I saw was a smirk crawl on his face, " Ooo, feisty I see. We're doing that again. Well let's see how much of that you could do when we get in bed?" He teased as I melted into the ground. Forever, ceasing to exist.

"What!" The words escaped my lips as he held nothing but that cocky grin walking backward towards the bed as he began to unbutton his shirt. One by one until he revealed those perfectly toned muscles that I just swallowed too in response. He laid himself on the bed, putting his hands behind his hand. " Come on dear, I'm waiting don't be so shy now."

You cannot be serious! This was not in the fucking contract! I mean what am I suppose to do now! Bitch, why is it always me getting caught in the most awkward life changing situation. I had to react, but what do I do?

' Honey, I'm waiting." He repeated as my heart raced.

" I'll be there..." The words weirdly left my mouth as I found my way to the bedroom again, breathing in and out before I started having a panic attack. What the hell? Why this now? On top with was happened earlier,oh lord. Oh lord, forgive me. I known I've done wrong, horrible, plentiful or bad but you know I am redeeming myself so please help me. I looked down to the plastic cup next to the sink as an idea enter my mind. Soon, filling it with water as I stepped back out into the bedroom.

" Oh,honey. I'm ready.' I replied as I held the cup in my hand, just shaking a bit. I mean if I would dump this on him, I wouldn't have to sleep with him, Colton would wake up, but he just might fire me. " Oh please don't fire me." I added as I neared the bed awaiting a sudden move as I heard a light snore. Inching every closer as I held the cup, until I was right on top. His eyes were shut closed as he dozed off.

Yes, thank you god. I knew you still could hear me!

Looking down at the rare scene of peace Colton, I breathed. At least nothing happened between us. Nothing that either of us would regret anyways. But now I had a bigger problem. I gazed down at the gigantic man splattered across my bed.

How the hell was I going to sleep?