Chapter six

(Cassandra's POV)

What the heck am I doing?!

After the seminar, I almost bolted out of the hall but stopped short when I saw that bitch walking towards my Adonis.

Yeah that's right, I called him a darn Adonis and he is mine even though the thought was inappropriate but I don't want to think too much about it right now.

"Hey," I call out and they turn towards me. I walked towards them with confident steps but my brain was swearing at me like a drunken sailor.

"Excuse me, Mr. Benson and I have something to discuss," I say as I glare at Mandy who scoffs and walks away.

"Poke noser." She mumbled. Okay, I've sent her away, now what?.

"Hello Miss, what's your name?." He asked me and the tone of his voice sent a slight shiver down my spine. Even his voice is hot, what is happening?!.

"M..m..my n..name," I stopped and closed my eyes in embarrassment. I took a deep breath before reopening them. He was looking at me with amusement and something else that made my skin burn. With my eyes on his chin, I tried again.

"My name is Cassandra Jonas and I'd like to talk to you about....."

"You're very beautiful Cassandra." He interrupted and I'm sure my face looked like a cherry with how warm it grew. I gasped when I looked up and saw the heat in his eyes.

At that moment, our eyes were locked and everything else fell away. It was like we were in our world and as if under a spell, we moved closer to each other until we were practically breathing each other's air.

He cupped my face in his palm and I sighed at how Perfect it felt. I swear I could see sparks and I think his eyes turned green for a second but that's impossible. I closed my eyes in pleasure and nuzzled my face into his palm and took a deep whiff of his delicious scent.

I opened my eyes in a slit and saw that his face was a mere inch from mine. I tilted my head up in blind invitation and I heard him draw in a sharp breath.

I'm sure that I'm acting like some kind of cheap girl standing so close to a man I barely knew but it was too good to not do it. His touch is so wonderfully electrifying, I think I could cum from the feel of his hand on me.

'This isn't right, maybe I should stop,' I thought and was about to pull away but then his lips pressed against mine in an orgasm-inducing kiss and I thought, 'Totally worth it.

(Matthew's POV)

Soft.

So soft.

Her lips, her face, her skin.

She's as soft as a delicious cloud. I could gladly drown in her mouth.

The moment I saw her blush beautifully and touched her, I knew that I was a goner and I can't say I regret it since I am on cloud nine.

I pull away for air and she whines in displeasure causing me to let out a short laugh.

"Say my name," I whisper against her lips.

"Matthew." She whimpers and the sound goes straight to my groin.

I press my lips on hers again and cradle her head in my palm as I tilt it for a better angle.

I plunder her warm scrumptious mouth as I mold her body onto mine.

It fit perfectly as it should since we were made for each other.

We are in our blissful world and my d**k rises to half-mast at the scent of her arousal.

"Whoa, this is hot." a boy shouts, effectively shattering the lustful haze that clouded our minds and she stares at me in shock and horror.

I close my eyes because I can feel my wolf on the surface and by the time I open them, my mate has disappeared with just the faint sweetness of scent lingering in the hall.

"Mr. Benson," Sarah calls from beside me.

I put my hands in my pockets to hide my painful arousal as much as possible and briskly walk out of the hall that had fallen into a shocked silence.

I feel someone's glare on my back but I ignore it.

What have I done?...

Cassandra's POV

I kissed a stranger.

Cassandra Elizabeth Jonas kissed a damn stranger.

It's been a whole day and I can't stop thinking about it. I even avoided going to school today because of it.

But that's not the worst part. The worst part is that I don't regret it as much as I should and I want it to happen again and again and again.

That was my first kiss and it was taken by a man I barely knew. Well at least he was handsome, like sexily handsome, I mean like sexily hot, I mean like...

"Cassie!." Mom yells from the kitchen.

I groan and stuff my face into my pillow.

"Cassie, it's time for dinner!" she yells again.

I sluggishly stand up from the bed since the next yell will be filled with cusses. The balcony that led to the stairs creaked as I walked on it. Sometimes I felt like it would give way and I would fall through the worn wood.

The stairs were much worse and most times I had to walk on my toes. This house belonged to my mother's grandmother and it was the only place we could afford to stay in ever since dad left us. I would have loved to get us a better place but mom forbids me from having a job and tells me to focus on school.

Mom couldn't graduate from high school because of the financial problem she had after her mother died when she was a young teenager. Now she works a night shift at a hotel as a cleaner and an afternoon shift at a restaurant. I don't know what she does in the morning though, maybe yoga.

"Momma, what do you do every morning?." I ask nonchalantly as I sit at the round dinner table close to the kitchen. I see her freeze up for a few seconds from the corner of my eye.

"Uh..uh..umm just jogging and some yoga," she says in a shaky voice and places two plates of oatmeal on the table with hands that wobble a bit. "Let me get the juice." She says softly and rubs a hand on her throat as she re-enters the kitchen.

My eyebrows draw in. She rubs her throat when she's nervous, but why?. I already guessed that she did yoga but jogging? That had to be a lie. I was sulking all morning so I didn't know what happened.

"Seriously momma, jogging?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Of course dear, I need to get in shape, don't you think?" She replies as she places two glasses of orange juice on the table.

She sits down and start unusually stuffing her mouth with oatmeal in an attempt to evade my questions.

What is she hiding?

Momma is not fat, she's just chubby and it looks really good on her. Much better than looking like a fish stick, which are her own words.

My frown deepens and I purse my lips. I hate lies and unnecessary secrecy.

"Momma, don't lie to me. What's there to hide anyway, aren't I your daughter? just tell me the truth." I say and huff with warm cheeks.

I only asked just to start a conversation but this is getting serious.

"Well... it's just... Cassie." She sighs and rubs her throat again.

"Momma, what's wrong?" I ask in worry at how pale she was getting.

I am about to hold her hand but a knock on the front door interrupts us causing my mother to jump a little and my worry increases.

Judging by the continuous banging on the door, I already know who it is.

I open the door and Michelle pulls me in for one of her crushers, almost breaking my rib.

"When did you get so strong Mich?" I ask with a groan as I massage my arm and ribs. She just giggles and walks in.

"Come on sweetheart," She says and that is when I notice a man standing to the side of the door. He looks familiar... Wait a minute, sweetheart?!

"Hey there," he greets with a warm smile "May I come in?" He asks.

At least he was polite enough to ask, unlike a certain platypus.

"Sure," I say with a smile in return. He thanks me and walks in.

My home isn't modern or classy but it is cozy enough for me so I am not in the least self-conscious as he looks around. Michelle is busy gobbling my oatmeal down her throat as she and mom gossips with bright excited eyes which always meant bad news for me.

Momma is still a little pale but her color has returned a bit so all was good. For now.

"Hello?!" I say and gesture towards the man standing in the middle of my sitting room.

"Oh sorry," the platypus says with a mouth full of oat which she swallows, "This is Michael and we just started dating." She says as she plays with her fingers with a flush to her cheeks and apologetic eyes.

Dating? She's dating someone and she didn't tell me? Did she think that I'd be angry or worse, jealous? Now that I think about it, I haven't seen or heard from her since last Friday and it's Tuesday today. To say I'm hurt is an understatement, I thought we were supposed to be closer than sisters. I was speechless, I just kept opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water.

"Good evening, I'm Michael, you must be Cassandra. Michelle has told me a lot about you." The man says and sticks his hand out to me. I glare at the hand and it finally clicks.

"You're that teacher right? isn't it wrong for a teacher to date his student?" I question harshly, causing him to wince and drop his hand and Michelle frowns.

"Don't be rude Cassie. He doesn't teach any of my classes so it's not wrong or illegal. Aren't you supposed to be happy for me or are you just jealous that I'm happy with my boyfriend and you're lonely!" She yells and it cut deep, very deep.